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Saturday, August 9, 2025

Presidential Ties and Tidewater Roots

   By Tiffany Amber Stockton

We made it! My daughter and I attended the 100th anniversary of the first official Pony Penning Day on Chincoteague Island the last week of July. Although I grew up about 2 hours from the island and attended this more than once, it's always a delight to watch, and especially fun seeing it through the eyes of my 16yo daughter. If you missed last month's post detailing the history of this event, you can view it here.

A fascinating encounter that took place that week was discovering a family connection to the captain of the boat we rode for our sunset cruise around Chincoteague and Assateague. Our grandmothers were both Jesters, and since we knew they weren't sisters, we figured they were cousins. I'll be adding that mention in my upcoming book series set on Chincoteague (release date TBD).

Speaking of family connections, I thought it might be fun to go back to the father-in-law of that grandmother, and his connection to "American Royalty."

Tracing Family Through Edith Bolling Galt Wilson

Family stories often start as whispers, passed down over supper tables, tucked between photo albums, or told with a wink before bedtime. In my case, one of those whispers involved a cousin who became First Lady of the United States. According to some, she also ran the country during a critical moment in history. Her name? Edith Bolling Galt Wilson.

It wasn’t until I began researching my family roots that the puzzle pieces began fitting together in surprising ways. One piece led me back to my great-grandfather, who once shipped clams and oysters from Chincoteague Island to the White House during Woodrow Wilson’s presidency. Another piece led to Edith.

A Cousin by Marriage—and a Quiet Leader in the White House

Edith Bolling was born in 1872 in Wytheville, Virginia, a descendant of colonial aristocracy with deep Southern roots. Her life entered our family history in 1895, when she visited her sister in Washington, D.C., and met Norman Galt. He's my great-grandfather’s first cousin, and he owned the prestigious Galt & Bro. Jewelers, established in 1802.

Their marriage in 1896 tied our family to elite Washington society, but after Norman’s sudden death in 1908, Edith showed remarkable fortitude. She personally selected a capable manager to continue the jewelry business. Thanks to that foresight, she helped sustain the Galt legacy and kept the doors open to Washington’s most influential clientele.

But Edith’s legacy was only beginning. In 1914, she met a widowed President Woodrow Wilson. They shared mutual intellect as well as grief in losing a spouse. As a result, their bond quickly deepened, and they married in 1915. Just four years later, when a stroke left the president partially paralyzed, Edith quietly stepped into the background of American history.

Driven by Devotion

Though some dubbed her “the secret president,” Edith rejected any titles. Instead, she described her role as “a stewardship,” overseeing routine duties, protecting her husband’s health, and determining which matters deserved his attention. She didn't make any attempt to assume power or rewrite policy. She simply stood by her husband’s side with unwavering love, and remarkable grit.

A 2013 commemorative $10 gold coin from the U.S. Mint beautifully captures that image. One side features a sculpted likeness of Edith. The other shows her hand resting atop her husband's, steadying his cane. Such a simple symbol of strength and shared burden. And it's one I’d love to add to our family’s keepsake collection.

From Tidewaters to Washington, D.C.

Growing up, I always loved hearing Edith's story. Digging deeper into my mother’s side of the family, though, led me to how that story also touched the small seaside town of Chincoteague, where hardworking folks like my great-grandfather once helped feed a president.

These days, Chincoteague Island remains a vivid part of my heritage. It’s where stories come alive in salty sea air and oyster beds. I still feel the pull of generations before me. Strong, resilient, and deeply rooted in both the soil and the soul of the Eastern Shore.

Why It Still Matters

In our world of shifting trends and fleeting fame, there’s something grounding about knowing where you come from and who your people were. Edith Bolling Galt Wilson wasn’t just a First Lady. She was family. Her story, along with the others I continue to uncover, reminds me that we all carry a bit of history within us.

So here’s to the cousins, the clams, the coins, and the quiet strength of those who came before us.


NOW IT'S YOUR TURN:

* Have you ever uncovered a surprising or notable figure in your own family tree? If so, what stories or legacies have you learned from them?

* What part of your family’s history feels most "alive" to you, whether through stories, heirlooms, or local ties?

* If you could sit down for coffee with one ancestor, who would it be, and what would you ask them?

Leave answers to these questions or any comments on the post below.

** This note is for our email readers. Please do not reply via email with any comments. View the blog online and scroll down to the comments section.

Come back on the 9th of each month for my next foray into historical tidbits to share.

BIO

Tiffany Amber Stockton has embellished stories since childhood, thanks to a very active imagination and notations of talking entirely too much. Honing those skills led her to careers as an award-winning and best-selling author and speaker, while also working as a professional copywriter/copyeditor. She loves to share life-changing products and ideas with others to help them just get rooted and live a life of purpose.

Currently, she lives with her husband and fellow author, Stuart Vaughn Stockton, along with their two children, two dogs, and three cats in southeastern Kentucky. In her 20+ years as a professional writer, she has sold twenty-six (26) books so far and has agent representation with Tamela Murray of the Steve Laube Agency. You can find her on Facebook and GoodReads.

Monday, June 9, 2025

Gault & Galt: A Family Legacy

 By Tiffany Amber Stockton

Only 1 more month until the festivities surrounding the 100th annual Pony Penning Day celebrations, but I'll cover that in July. :) Actually, the famous fair is having a special allowance this year and will be open every weekend during both June and July. I recently shared some family history with my daughter, and that set me to thinking about family legacy.

If you missed last month's post about the Beebe family legacy on Chincoteague, you can view it here.

When History Gets Personal

When I was a little girl, my mom read me the beloved classic Misty of Chincoteague. I was completely captivated—wild ponies, island adventures, brave kids. But the best part? My mom didn’t stop at the story. She followed it up with tales of her own childhood and how her dad actually knew Grandpa Beebe, Paul, and Maureen. Then she pulled out a photo—a real picture—of her standing next to Misty. The Misty.

To little me, it was like finding out my mom and grandfather were local celebrities. In my eyes, they kind of were.

Daniel W. Gault, Sr. & Carrie (Jester) Gault
But let’s rewind a bit. Way back to 1919, when my grandfather—Pop-pop, as I called him—was born on Chincoteague Island. His parents, Daniel W. Gault, Sr. and Carrie Jester Gault, each brought a child from previous marriages, and together they had seven more. Pop-pop was the first of those seven. A big, bustling family.

In 1925, when Pop-pop was just six years old, the very first official Pony Penning Day took place. I love imagining him as a little boy, heart racing as he ran toward the beach, waiting for the moment when the saltwater cowboys would herd the wild ponies across the channel from Assateague to Chincoteague for the big auction. That tradition still lives on today, but for him—it was just part of growing up.

The Great Depression hit everyone hard, and my family was no exception. My mom used to tell me how Pop-pop’s father, my great-grandfather, would get creative just to keep the family going. He’d cut up old car tires to use the rubber for resoling shoes. Can you imagine? That kind of grit always stuck with me. By age 13, Pop-pop was already cutting hair in his dad’s barbershop to help make ends meet.

Daniel W. Gault, Jr. & Esther Mae (Seiple) Gault
He graduated from high school in 1937, and not long after, the family sold the island barbershop and moved to Washington, D.C. That’s where he met my grandmother, Esther Mae Seiple. They got married after he returned from serving in the Army for five years stationed in the Panama Canal during WWII. After the war, he joined his father once again, this time at the “Father & Son Barber Shop” on Pennsylvania Avenue, just steps from Capitol Hill.

And let me tell you, their client list was impressive. Senators, congressmen, and D.C.’s elite sat in their chairs. It ran in the family, apparently. Another branch of our family, the Galts (spelled without the “u”), owned Galt & Bro., Inc. Jewelers. That shop served U.S. presidents and opened in 1802, right near the White House. The stories that came out of that business—like fixing Abraham Lincoln’s watch during the first shots at Fort Sumpter, or Edith Galt marrying President Woodrow Wilson—could fill an entire book. Maybe that can be my next project.

Galt & Bro, Inc. Jewelers, est. 1802 Senator barbershop


But back to Pop-pop.

Around 1952, not long after Congress opened a barbershop in the Capitol basement, my great-grandfather retired and moved back to Chincoteague. That left Pop-pop running the D.C. shop on his own. He kept it going until 1966 when Safeway bought out the block for a new loading dock. That’s when he, my grandmother, and my mom (who was born in 1950) packed up and moved to Suitland, Maryland.

He rented a chair in a barbershop in Fairfax Village, and that’s where my older brother had his very first haircut. Pop-pop stayed there, cutting hair and telling stories, until 1979 when he returned to his roots on Chincoteague Island. He took over a barbershop there and moved into a little apartment across the street.

That apartment became special to me. I can still picture myself sitting on his knee, spinning wild tales about my brother and me being in some sort of danger, and Pop-pop swooping in to save the day. What can I say? I’ve always been a storyteller...even at age four. :)

Sadly, our time together didn’t last as long as I wish it had. Pop-pop passed away from a heart attack in 1983. I was only seven. But the stories, the history, and the legacy we shared have stayed with me ever since.

And now, through this blog and the books I’m currently writing, his story lives on.

NOW IT'S YOUR TURN:

* Do you have a family story that connects you to a famous place, person, or moment in history? Share how your family’s past has shaped your perspective or inspired you.

* What childhood memory or family tradition still sticks with you today, and why? Whether it’s a holiday ritual, a special person, or a place you visited, we’d love to hear about it.

* Have you ever felt a personal connection to a book or story that tied into your real life? Maybe like me with Misty of Chincoteague, a fictional tale suddenly felt real. What is it?

Leave answers to these questions or any comments on the post below.

** This note is for our email readers. Please do not reply via email with any comments. View the blog online and scroll down to the comments section.

Come back on the 9th of each month for my next foray into historical tidbits to share.

BIO

Tiffany Amber Stockton has embellished stories since childhood, thanks to a very active imagination and notations of talking entirely too much. Honing those skills led her to careers as an award-winning and best-selling author and speaker, while also working as a professional copywriter/copyeditor. She loves to share life-changing products and ideas with others to help them get rooted and live a life of purpose.

Currently, she lives with her husband and fellow author, Stuart Vaughn Stockton, along with their two children, three dogs, and three cats in southeastern Kentucky. In her 20+ years as a professional writer, she has sold twenty-six (26) books so far and has agent representation with Tamela Murray of the Steve Laube Agency. You can find her on Facebook and GoodReads.

Thursday, July 21, 2016

The War of 1812: When the British Burned Washington




 Today's post is by special guest Sandra Merville Hart


Washington’s 8,000 residents worried about more than humidity in August of 1814. War with the British had broken out two years earlier, a mere 36 years after the signing of the Declaration of Independence.
A new military district instituted by President Madison called for 2,000 U.S. Army regulars to guard the nation’s capital with 10,000 – 12,000 militiamen in reserve; only a small part of this force was ready when the enemy entered the area from Chesapeake Bay.
Washington’s occupants panicked. Many fled. Clerks gathered important national documents and left town. On August 24th, President Madison was with about 6,000 troops six miles from the capital at Bladensburg, Maryland, when the British arrived. The Americans retreated.
Dolley Madison, watching British troops marching closer to Washington through a spyglass, escaped with a full-length painting of the nation’s first president.
British General Ross led about 4,000 troops toward Washington. A few entered with their general under a flag of truce. Shots fired from a citizen’s home killed the general’s horse and angered the soldiers. They killed everyone inside and burned the home.


The uncompleted Capitol drew their attention next. Soldiers tossed rocket powder on piled up furniture and torched it. Flames burst through the roof and windows, destroying House and Senate wings, the Supreme Court, and the Library of Congress located there.

Barracks for 2,000 to 3,000 men were burned. Cannons, small arms, and an arsenal were destroyed. Naval and military storehouses, a dockyard, a frigate, gun brigs, and armed schooners were burned or destroyed.
Soldiers marched down Pennsylvania Avenue to the President’s House. They found the dining table set for forty guests. Meat still hung on spits in the kitchen, evidence of a hasty exit. Filled pots and saucepans stood on the grate. Hungry soldiers ate the elegant dinner before setting fire to the White House.
Folks in Baltimore saw the fire’s glow.

The next day, British burned the Treasury building and smashed newspaper presses. Torching of powder magazines caused explosions that killed about a dozen British soldiers and injured others.
Fearing a counterattack, they left the city that evening after a thunderstorm.
A few days later, the British successfully took Alexandria, Virginia. They then lost two key battles. Their momentum vanished.

Britain signed a peace treaty with the United States on December 24, 1814. Reconstruction began on the White House and the Capitol. President Madison and his wife, Dolley, lived in Washington’s Octagon House the remainder of his term.

  

“British Troops set fire to the White House,” This Day in History, 2016/07/11
Greenspan, Jesse. “The British Burn Washington, D.C., 200 Years Ago,” History.com, 2016/07/11
“The British Burn Washington, DC, 1814,” EyeWitness to History.com, 2016/07/11



Sandra Merville Hart is the column writer for "History in the Making" at the popular and growing site, www.AlmostanAuthor.com. She is Assistant Editor for DevoKids.com where she contributes many historical articles. Her debut book, A Stranger On My Land, IRCA Finalist 2015, released in 2014. She has written for several publications and blogs. Sandra loves to find unusual facts in her historical research to use in her stories and drags her husband along on her adventures. Thankfully, he also enjoys these fact-finding missions.




A Stranger on My Land is a Civil War novella set on Lookout Mountain, Tennessee. Carrie finds Adam, a wounded Union soldier, on her Southern property after a battle near her home. He will die if she turns her back on him. She takes him in her family’s cave hideaway.

Carrie soon falls in love with him. The bullets inside Adam require a Union surgeon’s skill. How can she save the life of the man she loves and protect her family’s hideout?