John in speaking about himself, John tells us he was born in 1947 in the far, far away the state of Washington. My parents were small-town folk, moved to Seattle, for the opportunities that the city provided. Mom came from a line of peasant farmers who departed Germany for the safe haven of Imperial Russia after the Napoleonic Wars. Dad’s people were Protestant Huguenots who fled France under pain of death, arriving in New York about 1660. My Huguenot ancestors melted into the Scotts-Irish Americans living on the Pennsylvania frontier during the French and Indian War. They were genealogically lost until the 1820s when my great, great-grandfather, John Reed LaRue married Charlotte Barnes, one of the many great, granddaughters of Brinsley Barnes. All of this family history has given my family a big, beautiful garden in which to play telling the story of us. We prefer to call ourselves Family Historians rather than Genealogists. I do not criticize Genealogy but maintains that my story is more than documents or headstones that have managed to survive through time. And, yes, I am named after my great, great-grandfather. Your family’s story waits to be told as well.
John has written an essay that first appeared on his Ancestry.com website and explains the complex issues surrounding The Settling of Brinsley Barnes’s Estate and an article on William Taylor Barnes.