Lost and Found: Discovering the First Man Drucilla Whitfield Once Loved

Every genealogist knows the feeling—that maddening gap in the timeline, the spouse who simply vanishes from the records, leaving nothing but questions. For researchers tracing Drucilla Whitfield's life, one man's disappearance haunted the paper trail for years: Where did Alexander E. Clark go?

The census showed his wife. It showed his children. It even showed his father living with the family. But Alexander himself? Gone without a trace.

Until now.

A Young Woman in the Arkansas Hills

The story begins in 1844, when Drucilla Whitfield entered the world in the rugged landscape of Arkansas. Her parents, Benjamin Whitfield and Elizabeth Herrod, had married seventeen years earlier on July 5, 1827, in Rutherford County, Tennessee, building their family before eventually settling in Arkansas.

By 1850, six-year-old "Druzilla" appears in the Izard County census, nestled among her siblings in a growing frontier household. The records paint a picture of ordinary life in the Arkansas hills, offering no hint that this young girl's future would become such a genealogical puzzle.

The Boy from North Carolina

Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away in Henderson County, North Carolina, thirteen-year-old Alex E. Clarke was growing up in the household of Walter Clarke. Born around 1836, Alexander was part of a family that would soon join the westward migration sweeping across America.

The next time records capture these two families, everything has changed.

Convergence in Izard County

The 1860 census reveals something remarkable: both families had landed in the same small corner of Arkansas. Benjamin Whitfield's household includes sixteen-year-old Drusilla. Just pages away in the same enumeration, Walter H. Clark and A. E. Clark appear—two North Carolina transplants now neighbors to the Whitfields.

In a frontier community where everyone knew everyone, it's easy to imagine how a young woman and a young man, both in their prime, might have met. Church socials. Community gatherings. The simple rhythms of rural life.

What happened next seems inevitable.

Into the Unknown

Drucilla and Alexander likely married before January 1862, probably in the same Izard County where they'd become acquainted. Their daughter Alice arrived on 19 Jan 1862, the first child of what should have been a straightforward marriage to document.

But then the trail eludes us.

Alice's obituary, written decades later, provides a crucial clue: she moved from Arkansas to Texas with her parents at about age three. So the family—Drucilla, Alexander, and baby Alice—made the journey west together in the mid-1860s, joining the post-Civil War exodus to the Texas frontier.

The Vanishing

The 1870 Bandera County, Texas census is where things get puzzling.

There's "Lucilla Clark," age 27, born in Arkansas. Eight-year-old Alice and three-year-old Duffy are beside her, along with Walter Clark, the 54-year-old patriarch from North Carolina. Shortly after the census, a third daughter, Medina, arrives on June 28, 1870.

But Alexander E. Clark—husband, father, son—is nowhere to be found.

No notation of his death. No explanation for his absence. Just a family unit with a glaring hole in the middle.

For years, genealogists could only speculate. Had he died young? Abandoned his family? Been killed in the war? The records offered nothing but silence, and Drucilla's story seemed destined to remain incomplete.

126 Miles from Home

The breakthrough came with a single document, the kind that makes researchers' hearts race: Alexander E. Clark's death record.

Date: November 28, 1873. Place: Fort McKavett, Texas. Distance from his family in Bandera County: 126 miles.

Suddenly, everything made sense. Alexander hadn't disappeared—he'd died, likely while away from home, perhaps working at the frontier military post. His death occurred just three years after his youngest daughter's birth, explaining why he was absent from all subsequent records.

The mystery that had persisted for years evaporated in the face of one carefully preserved document.

A Widow Moves Forward

With Alexander's death confirmed, the rest of Drucilla's story falls into place like puzzle pieces clicking home.

By 1875, she had married Emil Huffmeyer, beginning a second chapter of her life. The 1880 census shows her as "L. Huffmeyer," age 36, managing a blended household that included one of her daughters from her first marriage.

When Drucilla died in 1924 at age 80, her obituary remembered a woman born in Mountain View, Arkansas, who had married Emil Huffmeyer in 1875 and lived a long life shaped by two marriages and multiple migrations.

But it was her first marriage—to the man who vanished from the records—that nearly vanished from history itself.

The Power of One Record

Alexander E. Clark's death record stands as a reminder of why genealogists persist, why we search through one more database, order one more document, check one more archive.

Because sometimes, a single piece of paper can answer questions that have lingered for decades.

U.S. Military Records 1768–1921, Burial Registers 1768–1921

The evidence now forms an unbroken chain: two families migrating from different states, converging in the same Arkansas county, a marriage, a westward journey, children born on the frontier, a death far from home, and a widow who rebuilt her life.

What once seemed like an unsolvable mystery—the case of the missing husband—turned out to have been waiting all along in a Texas death record, patient as stone, ready to tell its story to anyone willing to look.

For Drucilla Whitfield Clark Huffmeyer, the genealogical record is finally complete. And for researchers everywhere, it's a reminder: the breakthrough might be just one document away.

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All primary source information referenced was obtained from a variety of published and archival materials, including books, historic newspapers, U.S. census records, vital records, probate files, and land documents. These sources were accessed through leading genealogical platforms such as Newspapers.com, Ancestry, FamilySearch, Find a Grave, as well as through local, state & federal archival repositories, libraries and private collections. Interpretive narrative may also include Carol Anna Meyer Brooks' personal experiences or family stories shared with her throughout her lifetime.

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National Society Descendants of American Farmers (NSDOAF)

"The National Society Descendants of American Farmers (NSDOAF) is dedicated to honoring the legacy of American farmers who cultivated the land between July 4, 1776 and July 4, 1914. This expansive window reflects a pivotal era in our nation’s history—embracing not only those who laid the agricultural foundation of our country, but also the immigrants who arrived in the wake of various wars, bringing with them a spirit of resilience and a deep connection to the soil."

"By honoring a rich and inclusive agricultural heritage, NSDOAF ensures that the stories of early American farmers endure through their descendants. As a proud 501(c)(3) charitable organization, the society not only preserves the past—it invests in the future. Through scholarships that support education in agriculture and farming, NSDOAF empowers the next generation to carry forward the legacy of stewardship, resilience, and innovation that defines the American farmer."

Membership is open to men, women and children of all ages who can document direct descent from a farmer active between July 4, 1776 and July 4, 1914, using genealogical proofs common to most lineage societies—such as census records or wills."

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"In 2023, NSDOAF expanded its vision to honor and remember the farmer’s wife. Members may now submit a supplemental application if the wife is listed alongside her husband in census records. The board acknowledges that such women were often labeled as “housekeepers,” yet their contributions were indispensable to the success and survival of American farms."

A “farmer” is defined broadly to include anyone who worked within the agricultural industry—whether as a:

• Farmer or rancher

• Farm hand or laborer

• Farm owner or manager

If you are a member of one of the below lineage societies the application process is very easy!

Information from applications from the following lineage societies have been approved for use as proof for any generation on the application, provided acceptable proof was supplied for the information on that application: National Society Daughters of the American Revolution, National Society Sons of the American Revolution, The Society of the Cincinnati, Jamestowne Society, General Society of Mayflower Descendants, National Society Daughters of the American Colonists, National Society Sons and Daughters of the Pilgrims, The National Society Colonial Dames XVII Century, The Colonial Dames of America, National Society Daughters of Colonial Wars, General Society of Colonial Wars

Learn more:

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A Living Theory of Kinship: The Creath and Newman Families, 1800–1880

Genealogy is not about carving fixed answers in stone; it is about building a living theory of family, refined every time a new record surfaces or an old assumption quietly falls away. When the pieces finally begin to fit—from a marriage line in Kentucky inked two centuries ago to a census entry in dusty Arkansas microfilm—the result is more than a chart. It becomes a story of people who moved, hoped, failed, tried again, and left just enough trace for their descendants to find them.

From Kentucky vows to Indiana woods

This story begins in Garrard County, Kentucky, on 21 July 1800, when Robert “Robin” Creath and Ann Crawford stood before a clerk and had their marriage recorded in neat, official script. They could not have imagined that, generations later, their names would be read by a descendant searching for the origin point of a sprawling family narrative stretching across four states.

Not long after that marriage, Robert and Ann pushed north and west into what would become Ripley County, Indiana, settling near Laughery Creek, about six miles below Versailles at the site of present-day Olean. There, on newly cleared land, Robert “reared a family of thirteen children,” a phrase that says as much about the physical labor of frontier life as it does about the emotional labor of raising a large family in an unforgiving landscape. The sheer number of children explains why some lines are well documented and others fall silent—lost to early death, migration out of the county, or unrecorded marriages that never made it into a courthouse ledger.

By 1850, the aging Robert appears in the federal census in Shelby Township, Ripley County, living in the household of his son James, an elderly father folded into the rhythm of his grown child’s family. It is a simple entry—just names, ages, occupations—but it reveals an entire world: land once cleared by a younger man’s hands, now farmed by his son, with the old pioneer living out his final years in the home his work helped to make possible.

Twin daughters, diverging paths

Among the many Creath children were twin daughters, Lucy and Margaret, born 31 January 1816 in Ripley County. Twins in a family of thirteen could easily blur into the crowd, but these two sisters would ultimately pull the Creath story in different directions—Margaret circling back toward Kentucky, Lucy turning south and west.

Margaret married William Phelps in Ripley County in 1837 and eventually appears decades later as a widow in Sonora, Hardin County, Kentucky. That single appearance in an 1880 census, back in a Kentucky county, links the later generation to the earlier Creath–Crawford roots and reminds us that migration was not always a one-way trip; sometimes branches of the family curved homeward again.

Lucy’s path led away from Indiana. She married John Newman, a man born in Illinois, and together they stepped into a different migration stream—one that would take them into Arkansas and, through their descendants, into Texas. In Lucy, the Creath story leaves the woods of Laughery Creek and begins to flow down into the river valleys and hills of the Arkansas frontier.

Arkansas roots: the Newman–Creath household

By 1850, John and Lucy appear in Boon Township, Scott County, Arkansas, surrounded by the names and occupations of neighbors who were carving out their own futures on the edge of the American frontier. In their household, four children are listed—Benjamin (born about 1836), Ambrose (about 1841), Sophronia (about 1844), and Jacob (about 1848)—all born in Arkansas, anchoring the family firmly in that state through the 1830s and 1840s.

A few years later, another child, Arabella, joined the family, born around 1854, too late to appear on the 1850 census. When taken together, these births show a stable, long-term presence in Arkansas: the Newman–Creath family was not merely passing through but building a life there, with each child’s birthplace silently marking the family’s rootedness in that soil.

Jacob Creath Newman

In the midst of these children, one name stands out: Jacob Creath Newman. His middle name is not an accident; it is a deliberate preservation of Lucy’s Indiana heritage, a way of threading the Creath identity forward into a new state and a new generation. Later descendants—bearing names like Lucy Jane or Creath Casey—continue this practice of honoring maternal ancestry through the naming of children, proving that even as geography changed, memory did not.

Sallie Newman Jernigin: kinship, care, and quiet strength

Into this landscape steps another key figure: Sarah Francis “Sallie” Newman. She appears in Arkansas records under her maiden name at her 1839 marriage and later, in an 1880 census, as a woman whose parents were both born in Illinois. These two facts—her Newman surname and her Illinois-born parents—place her in the same generational and geographic space as John Newman, making it overwhelmingly likely that she was his younger sister or a close Newman cousin.

Sallie married William Jernigin, and together they formed a household that would eventually become a refuge for two Newman children: Jacob and Arabella. At some point in the late 1840s or early 1850s, John and Lucy were no longer able to care for their younger children. Instead of being scattered to strangers, Jacob and Arabella were taken in by Sallie and William—an act deeply consistent with 19th-century kinship practice, where children in crisis were usually placed with relatives who shared their paternal surname when possible.

There is something profoundly human in this arrangement. The records only tell us that the children were in the Jernigin household, but between the lines lies a story of grief, responsibility, and quiet love. A sister—or near-sister—stepping in to raise her brother’s children; a husband accepting not just a wife but her extended family; two young Newmans growing up with Jernigin siblings yet carrying their own surname forward into adulthood.

Texas bound: carrying family forward

In 1856, William and Sallie joined the flow of families moving into North Texas after statehood, drawn by the promise of land in a place still very much on the frontier. They settled in Hunt County, and there Jacob and Arabella appear in their household. Newmans by name, Jernigins by daily life, woven tightly into this transplanted Arkansas-to-Texas family cluster.

This migration illustrates a critical truth about family history: families often moved as extended networks, not as isolated nuclear units. When the Jernigins crossed into Texas, they did not come alone; they brought their responsibilities, their stories, and the younger Newmans entrusted to their care. For descendants today—especially those rooted in Texas communities—those decisions shape everything: where grandparents were born, which cemeteries hold family plots, what towns feel like “home” even generations later.

It also shows how surnames and households can diverge while kinship remains strong. Jacob and Arabella never ceased being Newmans in the record, even though they grew up under the roof of William and Sallie Jernigin. Their guardians respected their paternal identity, preserving the Newman name across state lines and life changes, ensuring that future generations would still be able to trace that line back to John and Lucy in Arkansas and further back to the Creaths along Laughery Creek.

Why this story matters—for genealogy and for family

The intertwined Creath–Newman–Jernigin story is more than a tidy reconstruction; it is a model for how to think about family history as a living, evolving theory. Each piece of evidence—

• A marriage line in a Kentucky register.
• A note about thirteen children on Laughery Creek.
• A household in Scott County, Arkansas, listing children all born in that state.
• A guardianship implied in a Texas census.

—works together to create a narrative that is both emotionally resonant and methodologically sound.

For descendants, this story offers more than dates and places. It gives:

• A sense of continuity, as maternal names like Creath echo through later generations in Texas.
• A picture of resilience, as families reorganize themselves in moments of crisis and migration.
• A model of care, shown through guardianship and kinship obligations that carried Jacob and Arabella safely into adulthood.

And it also offers a blueprint for your own research. When pursuing your family lines—whether in Kentucky courthouses, Indiana county histories, Arkansas land records, or Texas cemeteries—you are not looking for a single “final answer.” You are building a theory that becomes stronger every time a new record fits neatly into the pattern or forces you to refine what you thought you knew.

As you write your own blog posts and family narratives, you can:

• Start with one solid record (a marriage, a land entry, a census household) and treat it as an anchor point.
• Follow people as they move—not just by names, but by patterns of birthplace, neighbors, and naming traditions.
• Pay close attention to household structures: who takes in whom, who shares surnames, who reappears together across different states.
• Treat every conclusion as a well-supported theory, open to updating, rather than an immutable fact.

In the end, the story of the Creaths and Newmans is also a story about you and your work as a family historian. You stand at the far end of their migrations—from Kentucky to Indiana to Arkansas to Texas—holding their names, sorting their records, and turning their scattered traces into a meaningful narrative. Their lives gave you a place to begin; your storytelling ensures that their journey will not be forgotten.

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All primary source information referenced was obtained from a variety of published and archival materials, including books, historic newspapers, U.S. census records, vital records, probate files, and land documents. These sources were accessed through leading genealogical platforms such as Newspapers.com, Ancestry, FamilySearch, Find a Grave, as well as through local, state & federal archival repositories, libraries and private collections. Interpretive narrative may also include Carol Anna Meyer Brooks' personal experiences or family stories shared with her throughout her lifetime.

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Elly Hays Rodgers: A Life That Made Mine Possible

Elly Hays Rodger’s story means more to me than history ever could, because she is my 5th great-grandmother — and because she walked unknowingly into a war that nearly erased her family line.

When I read Elly Hays by Lori Crane, I am not reading distant history. I am listening to the echoes of my own bloodline. Elly was a real woman who stood at the edge of an uncertain world, carving out a life for her family amid danger, displacement, and fear. She lived in a time when women’s strength was rarely recorded, when endurance was expected and gratitude was scarce. Elly did not choose ease or safety — she chose survival. And because she endured, I am here.

When Elly and her family moved from Tennessee to the eastern Mississippi Territory, they were chasing the same promise so many settlers believed in: low-cost land and fertile soil, a chance to build something lasting. What she didn’t know — what no one told her — was that they were moving directly into Creek territory, into the middle of a civil war already raging within the Creek Nation as the War of 1812 approached. She wasn’t stepping into opportunity; she was stepping into a hornet’s nest.

Reading this, I realize how fragile existence can be. One uninformed decision, one promise of land, placed Elly, her husband and her children at the center of escalating violence. Creek warriors, led by Tafv Hokkolen, were fighting not only white encroachment but each other, desperate to stop the flood of settlers consuming their homeland. Tafv believed fear was the only remaining strategy — harass the settlers, destroy their livelihoods, and let them live long enough to spread the warning.

Elly lived inside that strategy.

Her family was taunted. Their property was stolen. Their animals were killed. The work meant to secure their future was systematically destroyed. Each raid chipped away at their sense of safety, and yet Elly remained. Not because she was fearless, but because she was a mother, and leaving was not always possible when survival depended on holding ground already claimed.

Then came the moment that still grips me most. During one of the raids, as Elly’s husband chased the attackers away from the farm, Tafv’s young son was killed in the pursuit. In that instant, everything changed. What had once been strategy became personal. Tafv vowed revenge, and suddenly Elly’s family was no longer just unwanted settlers — they were targets in a blood feud with no room for mercy.

When I think about that moment, I think about how close I came to not existing at all. A final confrontation loomed between a warrior with nothing left to lose and a young mother on the verge of losing everything. Elly stood at the intersection of grief, vengeance, and survival — not as a footnote in history, but as a living woman trying to protect her children in a world unraveling around her.

This story means so much to me because it strips away the romantic notions of frontier life and replaces them with the reality Elly lived. There is no softened version of what she faced — only fear, loss, and impossible choices made amid escalating violence. The Creek people were defending their land and way of life, while Elly was defending her family and their right to survive. History placed them on a collision course neither truly chose.

Elly survived. And because she did, generations followed.

Her endurance became inheritance. Her willingness to stay, to endure terror and uncertainty, echoes through my own life in ways I am still discovering. When I face hardship, I think of a young mother standing on contested land, listening for approaching footsteps, knowing everything she loved could be taken from her — and staying anyway.

Elly's story matters to me because it reminds me that my roots are not gentle. They are forged in conflict, resilience, and survival against impossible odds. Remembering her is not just honoring the past — it is acknowledging the strength that carried forward and made my life possible.

She was not just part of history.
She is part of me.

https://www.amazon.com/Elly-Hays-Lori-Crane/dp/0988354543

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All primary source information referenced was obtained from a variety of published and archival materials, including books, historic newspapers, U.S. census records, vital records, probate files, and land documents. These sources were accessed through leading genealogical platforms such as Newspapers.com, Ancestry, FamilySearch, Find a Grave, as well as through local, state & federal archival repositories, libraries and private collections. Interpretive narrative may also include Carol Anna Meyer Brooks' personal experiences or family stories shared with her throughout her lifetime.

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Ink That Changed the Picture: A Grandson’s Letter

A name on a page can be thin and pale—dates at the margins, places listed like fence posts along a road. Thomas Jefferson Hearin: born 30 December 1807 in Christu, Chester County, South Carolina; died 30 March 1870 in Bladon Springs, Alabama. For years, that might have been all that survived of him. But when a record speaks—when a letter survives—color returns.

Thomas was a child when his family left South Carolina in 1813, joining the steady westward movement into Clarke County, Alabama. That single migration note hints at wagons creaking through pine and red clay, at a boy watching familiar ground fall away as a new country opened before him. Alabama was still young then, unsettled and uncertain, and Thomas grew up shaped by that frontier edge.

Decades later, a letter dated 8 December 1913 adds depth that no census ever could. Written by his grandson, Jesse B. Hearin—by then a lawyer in Demopolis and the son of Robert Matlock Hearin—the letter does more than list facts. It remembers. Jesse wrote of his grandfather’s service in the Creek Indian War, placing Thomas among the men who experienced the violent collisions that defined early Alabama history. That single sentence brings the clash of cultures and the harsh realities of expansion into sharper focus.

The letter goes on, adding heavier hues. During the Civil War, Thomas Jefferson Hearin served as a civil officer, a Tax Commissioner responsible for raising money for the Confederacy. This was not battlefield glory but administrative power—paperwork, pressure, and persuasion in a divided land. It shows him as a man trusted locally, embedded in the machinery that kept the Confederate cause functioning on the home front.

Then comes the detail that alters the palette entirely. Jesse recorded that his grandfather took a prominent role in the Ku Klux Klan, serving as head of the organization for Choctaw County and much of West Alabama; it later disbanded in the early 1870s. This is not an easy color to add, but it matters. Without that record, the picture might remain incomplete, even misleading. With it, Thomas Jefferson Hearin stands fully within the postwar world he helped shape—one marked by resistance to Reconstruction and by organized violence used to enforce white supremacy and social control.

This is what records do. They refuse simplicity. They add texture, contrast, and sometimes discomfort. Thomas Jefferson Hearin was a man of his time and place—formed by frontier warfare, civil conflict, and the racial ideologies that followed. The letter from his grandson does not soften him, nor does it excuse him. Instead, it restores complexity.

A record adds color not to decorate the past, but to reveal it. In ink laid down more than a century ago, Thomas Jefferson Hearin steps out of the shadows of dates and places, becoming not just an ancestor, but a historically situated human being—one whose life reflects both the building and the breaking that defined nineteenth-century Alabama.

Alabama, U.S., Surname Files Expanded, 1702–1981

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All primary source information referenced was gathered from historic newspapers, U.S. census schedules, vital records, probate files, and land documents, accessed through leading genealogical platforms such as Newspapers.com, Ancestry, FamilySearch, Find a Grave, and local, state & federal archival repositories. Interpretive narrative may also include Carol Anna Meyer Brooks' personal experiences or family stories shared with her throughout her lifetime.

©2026  Unfolding the Story Genealogy