Elizabeth Nancy JOYCE 1
- Born: 26 October 1861, , Warren Co., Iowa 2 3
- Marriage: Henry Bradley STORY on 26 October 1880 in , Warren Co., Iowa
- Died: 16 October 1958, Franklin, Franklin Co., Nebraska at age 96 2 4
Another name for Elizabeth was Nancy Elizabeth JOYCE.
Buried in Greenwood Cemetary, Franklin, Nebraska Section 19-13-C.
Information from Laurane Nash shows name as Nancy Elizabeth Joyce, but childs social security application and tombstone show Elizabeth.
Elizabeth married Henry Bradley STORY, son of William Avery STORY and Heiress Jane ENO, on 26 October 1880 in , Warren Co., Iowa. (Henry Bradley STORY was born on 15 September 1856 in Batavia, Kane Co., Illinois,5 6 7 died on 4 September 1939 in Bloomington, Franklin Co., Nebraska 4 6 and was buried in 1939 in Franklin, Franklin Co., Nebraska.)
The following information was provided by Carroll and Leeola Story to Ronald Whitney on September 1, 1999. The source of the infomation is a small booklet that was apparently a gift to Henry Bradly Story and his wife on their 57th wedding anniversary. Because the little booklet was too fragile to photocopy, Leeola transcribed it exactly as it was written. Although the story doesn't match the facts of the genealogy, it does give insights to the various members of the family who are discussed.
IN THE DAYS OF FORTY-NINE
You have read about the gold rush of eighteen-forty-nine
When away to California many went to stake a mine.
Well, in Ackron, Ohio exitement was running high;
A caravan was fitted out marked "California or die".
Among their hopeful party went two daughters and a son
of the little Story family but there was left another one.
Though Billy was the youngest, yet most daring of them all
Would not leave his widowed mother for all the gold that
they could haul.
Billy took his little mother up to Fair Halven in New York
Near a point along the lake front, just a fisherman's resort;
Hear he met Miss Heiress Eno teaching school to make end
Told the story how the children had just fish and milk to eat.
Now Miss Heiress Eno's father spent his youth as a shipmate
with his father, Captain Eno who owned a vessel on the lake,
When Bill and Heiress married they move out to Illinois
When the war broke out and drafted all three of the Eno boys
Again in the early sixties as the settlers pushed on west
William Story took his family on to Iowa with the rest.
Among them was little "Pinky", christened name was Henry B
And there he grew to manhood as presently we shall see.
They moved out to Nebrask in eighteen-eighty-two;
His sister lives in Lincoln on Baldwin Avenue.
Many of you know her, she is Mrs. Ida Graves.
She tells a thrilling story "What it cost to free the slaves".
WHAT IT COST TO FREE THE SLAVES
Aunt Ida tells the story how when she was just a child
The great flag waved above the Court House dome;
They came from all directions, seemed the country all
went wild at the news the "boys in blue" were coming home.
Many made long weary journeys, starting out before the
dawn, sure to be there when the soldier's train pulled in;
They had spread their gorgeous dinner out upon the Court
House Lawn when they heard th whisle shriek above the din
Some were laughing, some were crying; hats were flying in
the air, As they ran to meet their loved ones on the train;
Anxious mothers, wives and sweethearts, children tense in
hopeful stare, searching for the one they loved, some in vain.
Some on crutches, some on streachers, others blind with
faces torn; the baggage coach bro't many, young and
T'was a day of joy and sorrow - some were glad but some
must mourn, for that was what it cost to free the slaves.
HOW SANDY'S GOT THEIR NAME
On the banks of the Wabash, on the Indian shore
A tribe of saucy Mohawks that was known the country
o'er, were finally drawn to battle and routed from their
site, and left their dead and wounded as they hastened
in their flight.
Among their gastly leaving was a boy with sandy hair
Whom they had taken captive in some other battle there.
Too young to tell his story, or to know from whence he came
They always called him Sanday, since no one knew his name.
Now Grandma told this story of her Grandpa years ago;
Her name was Sarah Sandy, Grandma Joyce whom we
She came across Iowa where her daughter known as
"Toad" fell in love with "Pinky Story" who lived across the
Pink was an energetic lad and quicker than a cat,
Could turn a dozen handsprings and knock Goliath flat.
When Pink and Toad were married, Fifty-seven years
ago, they came out to Nebraska where their family
Tho' eighty years have grayed their locks they are spry
as chricket's yet; they are loved by all who know them
They are friends you can't forget.
Now they number more than thirty children and grand
We join them with our greetings, as we pen these lines to you.
Carroll Story included the following along with the transcribed pages:
"This is a twist on how the Sandys got their name. My grandmother Story told this to me several times when I would spend summer times with them at the farm in Franklin County. My uncle Roy did try to verify this story but to no avail so take it as word to mouth and only as past down from generation on.
It seems that a wagon train going west was attacked by Indians and all were killed except for a small boy with sandy hair and freckles. The indians took the boy and began to raise him. An indian scout, who was familiar with the tribe and on terms with the chief, found out the white boy was being held by the tribe. The chief was approached by the scout and tried to take the boy. However, the chief did like the horse the scout was riding. He wanted to trade the boy for the horse. The scout wouldn't trade, but did makea deal to race his horse against the best horse of the chiefs. It was decided that if the horse belonging to the chief won, he could have the scout's horse. But if the scout's horse won he would get the boy. They had a race and the scout won and got the little boy. With no name and no family, the indian scout named the boy sandy and raised him as his own.
This does fit somewhat with the last page of the poems, however, Grandmother repeated this story to me several times and with Grandfather present. So, file it without really knowing if it is true.