A Story That Sparked a Journey
John and his family, c. 1895 |
In 1996, my
grandmother, Bertha Lawson Peterson, handed me a copy of a story written
by my great-uncle Robert Peterson, an older brother of my grandfather, Roy
Peterson.
The moment I read
it, I was hooked. It was a story filled with tragedy, survival, and
unanswered questions, the kind of mystery that demands to be solved. My
great-uncle Robert wrote about the deaths of their parents in 1897, how
he and his siblings were separated as orphans, and the struggles they
faced. It was heartbreaking, but something about it didn’t sit right.
Not everyone
believed my great-uncle Robert’s account was accurate. Some details seemed
uncertain, and there were gaps that left me wondering: Was he right? Could I
prove or disprove his version of events?
I didn’t know it at
the time, but that single story would change everything for me. It was the
spark that ignited my obsession with family history research, sending me
on a path to uncover the truth—one newspaper article, one record, and one
discovery at a time.
Now, I want to share that journey with you.
📖 Click here to read the original, unedited story by my great-uncle Robert Peterson.
A Family’s Lost Past: The Mystery of the Peterson Orphans
Uncle Robert’s story
is one of tragedy, survival, and unanswered questions. He wrote about
how his parents, John and Mary Peterson, set out on a journey west in
search of a better life, only to be met with illness, disaster, and
separation. But the details don’t always add up, leaving behind a mystery
that still lingers.
Before marrying Mary
Thompson, John was a widower with his daughter, Nancy. His first
wife, Julie Perkins, had given birth to Nancy in 1878, but little is
known about their life together.
Then comes the
journey north. Most likely in late 1896, John, with his second wife
Mary, loaded up a covered wagon and set out for Nevada, Missouri. While
attempting to cross Stinking Creek, disaster struck—the family lost
their wagon and nearly all of their belongings. However, John was able to save
the horses and later sold them, giving the family a small amount of money
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Life in Nevada was hard. The family took refuge in a schoolhouse, where a neighbor, Mr. Wiswold, found them and took them in. Then, the biggest tragedy struck. In February 1897, John fell ill with pneumonia and died.
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The very next day, Mary also succumbed to the same illness, leaving behind their three young sons. Their newborn, Roy, was just six weeks old at the time. A young woman discovered Mary with baby Roy, moments from death. Was Mary truly alone in her final hours?
John and Mary were buried in a potters field in Deepwood Cemetery. The Peterson
children were now orphans, but their story didn’t begin or end there. Nancy,
the eldest, had already been separated from the family before their deaths.
Sent away as a young girl, she lived with relatives, unaware of the
heartbreaking fate that awaited her parents and younger brothers. When she
finally learned of their deaths, her world had already changed. She had lost
not just her parents but also the siblings she barely knew.
The story of the
Peterson orphans was one of separation, survival, and unanswered questions.
After their parents, John and Mary Peterson, died just one day apart in 1897,
their three youngest children—George, Robert, and six-week-old Roy—were
separated, each sent to a different home. Their older sister, Nancy, had
already been living away from the family and only later learned of their
deaths, setting her on a heartbreaking search for her lost brothers.
What happened to the Peterson orphans?
Each of them took
very different paths in life. Click below to follow their journeys:
🔗 Nancy Peterson Harper’s Story – The daughter
who survived a tragic childhood.
🔗 George Monaghan’s Story – The mystery of the
brother who disappeared.
🔗 Robert Peterson’s Story – From orphaned to
reunited—his unexpected journey.
🔗 Roy Peterson’s Story – The youngest Peterson,
raised by a woman who wouldn’t let him go.
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