The Black Tree: In search of David Payne/Pain

Friday, December 20, 2013

In search of David Payne/Pain - Clue#3

As you all saw, I had a hard time finding my Grandfather David Payne/Pain because of the spelling. Though he seemed to be missing at some part of the search I found a lot during my search. I knew before finding his parents that he was married to my Grandmother Maggie Womack of Marshall, Texas and that they had two children together.

1900 Census - 18 years of age

1910 Census - 28 years of age

married to Maggie Womack

one child, Virgie Belle Payne - age 4

He was drafted February 1918, married to Maggie Womack Payne

1920 Census - 40 years of age

married to Maggie Womack

two children, Virgie Belle Payne - age 13/ Myrtle Payne - age 5

Though there was not a death certificate or a social security of death (even with name variations), he had to have passed on between the 1920 Census and the 1930 Census. Only Maggie Womack Payne - widowed and Myrtle Payne - daughter were listed on the 1930 Census.

Though I don't have a picture of my Grandfather I learned from the 'registration card' that he was a medium built man, black eyes and black hair. His Mother Ellen Evans Payne/Pain was very short. Perhaps his build and height came from his Father, Nelson Payne/Pain. I can only imagine.

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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.