Mary Ann Holmes

Here is the GEDCOM file I have at this point. I have also created this fan chart that shows some of the contents of the file, but not all.

As I have entered some of the stories I have found other names that are not in the GEDCOM file, so I'm sure someone has a more up-to-date copy.

But here is what I have for what it is worth.

We, descendants of Willard Glover McMullin, can only trace ourselves through our grandfather Willard Glover, through his father, Archibald, Jr., to our great-great-grandfather, Archibald McMullin, Sr., of whom we are only sure of eight positive facts. These are:

Birth of a son to him and his wife, Martha, in Dedham, Massachusetts, in 1751. Martha died in Dedham, Massachusetts, January 14, 1753, at the age of 35.

Archibald married Anna Bacel in Dedham, June 15, 1754. Of these two women we know nothing prior to their marriage to our great grandfather, and of Martha, we do no even know her surname. Following are the remaining five dates known:

Written August 13, 1954

by herself

I was born on the 23 day of January 1885 at Harrisburg, Utah, a small ghost town some three miles south of Leeds, Utah.

My father was Isaiah Cox, Jr. and my mother was Abigail McMullin Cox daughter of Willard Glover McMullin and Mary Ann Holmes McMullin. My grandfather Willard Glover McMullin was a convert to the church, and was born in the New England States. My grandmother, Mary Ann Holmes was born in England.

I belong to a large family having 5 brothers and 2 sisters. Three of my brothers are now dead. I lived in Harrisburg until I was nine years of age, then my parents moved to St. George, Utah that their children might have better schools to attend. I have pelasant memories of my childhood in Harrisburg. There I lived near my grandmother McMullin and my grandmother Cox came to visit often. Another pleasant memory was an old gray horse named "Gray Bill". I loved to ride and he was safe for a very young child to ride. We also had many pleasant picnics with our young friends to the canyon where the Quail Creek went through the hill east of Harrisburg. The water came down the ledge causing ferns to grow, the place was cool and very pretty in the summer, though there was danger of floods when it was stormy. There was also a large tree where swings were put at Easter time when the weather was good, and the town gathered for a picnic.