The Black Tree: In search of David Payne/Pain

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

In search of David Payne/Pain - Clue#1

Okay! ...I am kind of excited right about now!! More then you can ever imagine. I love finding pieces of my history. My Mother was born Brendel Lewis the daughter of Carey Lewis and Myrtle Payne, Marshall, Texas. Myrtle Womack (Payne) married David Payne. David Payne is the son of...get this, Nelson Payne and Ellen Evans Payne of Marshall, Texas.

She is mentioned in this book, Slave Narrative:

Freedom of Slavery, purchase on eBook

I learned that their first slave owner was E.B. Clark, a former Governor of Marshall, Texas.

They later were slaves of William F. Evans, and when you read the 'slave narrative' Ellen mentioned that her name was "Ellen Evans during slavery and now it is Ellen Payne".

Is she a doll?!

My Great Grandmother Mrs. Ellen Evans Payne

Quick link at the bottom of this Blog

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About Me

Hello Family Tree Researcher, my name is Jacqueline Joyce Thomas (born to Gene E. Thomas and Brendel Joyce Lewis) of Texas in '67 . I began doing my family tree search when my son (C. Hicks) was born. He was unfortunately born with Nephrogenic Insipidus Diabetes. When he was two weeks old I could not get him to take his formula, the only thing he would drink was water. We took him to the local emergency room, where the hospital staff spent hours doing test after test and the end result were "we are still uncertain of what is wrong with your son". My heart fell to pieces. The next few days, still nothing. Finally on the forty-fifth day of his prolonged stay , they decided to care flight him to a Children's Hospital where it still took nineteen days for the final results and even then they were not sure. The doctor came into the room with his long white doctor's coat and his glasses hanging from his nose with the final thought (not answer). Ms. Hicks (at the time), "could you have a seat?" My thought was, okay then comes "is you son mixed with Caucasian?" My reply with anger and confusion in my heart was, mixed, with who?...not what but who! And not that I was cared or anything, I have mixed nieces and nephews. Then he went on to explain to me that "that type of diabetes was uncommon, and that it only occurred in every three thousand children" annnnndddd'ah-Rah...here is the killer..."that it only occurred in Caucasian males." Gathering my thoughts and physical seemed to be out of the question. It was not until he turned four years old that I begin getting more and more curious. So next to my son being born with a rare type of diabetes that only (according the doctor) in Caucasian males and me being adopted, I became one curious Sista'. The search began.