Person:Kittura Elson (1)

Her headstone at the Cranberry Creek Cemetery says "Kittura wife of Wilson Driver". Now if we could only resolve all these conflicting wives... but the Erie County records do not shed light on this matter. Her dates stink!

George W. Hobbs of Maryland, brought his family to Erie County. His wife was Julia Elson, b. abt. 1798 in Maryland; they married 31 Dec 1818 in Baltimore. Considering Wilson's brother married a Hobbs, there could well be a connection.

From Renee Cannon <Rccmsgc>

However, I just received some information from one of my cousinsin Iowa] that may muddy the waters even more. My cousin sent me the pinwheels that my grandmother made years ago for the Smith family. [Wilson's daughter] Letitia Driver was married to Horatio Perry Smith.

In all of the Driver family research that I have seen on the web, it lists Wilson Driver as married to Kitty (last name unknown) first, and Polly Low second, with Polly Low showing as the mother of all of the children (with the exception of my Lucy Driver Heath, whom I think is also one of these children).

However, on my grandmother's pinwheel, it shows Letitia Driver's parents to be Wilson Driver and Katura Elson (I think this is our Kitty). My grandmother named her own son Don Elson Driver, so there was no doubt in her mind. So, is it possible that Letitia and Lucy were both born to Wilson and Kitty Driver? There is 8 years between Lucy and Letitia -- that seems like a lot. So, could it be possible that Lucy lost her parents (another Driver) and was raised by Wilson and Kitty?

Remember, Lucy has children named Kitty Heath and Wilson Marcellus Heath . . .

These poems may have been written in honor of Luticia, born circa 1837

GREAT GRANDMOTHER (written for Daisy Heath Cannon's Grandmother Sargent)

O ever and anon there comes Before my mind a vision clear, A face so sweet with gentleness, A face so patient and so dear.

Her hair was once all golden brown; But fast the fleeting years have sped, And now soft locks of silver form A queenly halo 'round her head.

The brow is furrowed now I see, Beneath the clinging silvery hair; But white it shines with purity That softens quite, the lines of care.

I look into those eyes of blue Like turquoise from the skies above, Undimmed by years of toil and care, Ashine with faith and hope and love.

The sweetly peaceful smile, no tales Of life-long, hard-fought battles tell. She keeps them hidden in her heart, God bless her and reward her well.

And take her virtues one by one And mold of each a shining gem, And twine them round her saintly brow Into a glorious diadem.

"THE PARTY" By Daisy Cannon

My Grandma had a party As fine as any ball, And all who went were big filks, 'Cept only I was small.

They said, for her, that nothing But costly gifts would do, All wrapped in tissue paper And ribbons gold and blue.

Now what should I give grandma? I pondered o'er and o'er, Then thought about my rose bush A-bloom beside the door.

I loved its fairy blossoms - Its buds of crimson hue, And yet - I stopped and wondered - Would Grandma like them too?

I chose a lovely cluster So fragrant and so red; And shyly I presented My gift to her, and said,

"I hadn't any present, But did so want to come, I brought this spray of blossoms, I hope you'll like it - some."

There came a great big tear drop Right in my grandma's eye. And yet, her lips were smiling - Now why did Grandma cry?

She drew me to her closely Just as I do my doll, And she said "My precious darling I like it - best of all!"

From an unknown researcher

1. ↑ Researcher Renee Cannon
   Her last name.

   It has not been conclusively proven her last name was Elson, but since the family used it in later generations, I am going to assume it is correct.

2. ↑ ^2.0 2.1 Kittura Driver, in Find A Grave.