Hoy Heritage Home Page
This is a documented corridor of our family history: our research, interviews with relatives, family pictures, papers and letters, a compilation of guidance from genealogists, birth, death, marriage certificates and wills, land documents, old newspapers, historical opinion, books, information from the Internet, along with data gleaned from census and military records, etc. It does not presume to be a complete genealogy nor an authority on our Hoy line. There is still missing information, there are probably errors, there is a bit of conjecture—and some things we’ll never know. With respect, we present to you this line of our family. —Catherine (Clemens) Sevenau
This site is under construction. There is very little on the drop down bar across the top. I am working on the Clemens line at the moment, and when done will be adding individual pages for the Hoy’s … adding info, formatting, adding several hundred pictures, and uploading Gedcom files. It will take a while, so do return. Be sure to visit my other sites for our Chatfield, Chamberlin and Clemens lines.
Emily & Those Hoy Boys
As rivers cut canyons through Rockies to bays
the Hoy’s travelled westward in pioneer days.
They fought for the Union (Frank, wounded in battle)
Then homesteaded Brown’s Hole where they branded their cattle.
They were ranchers and farmers and bullwhackers of yore,
horse breeders, schoolteachers and miners of ore.
They were writers and poets, a politic few,
they were German and English—a Swiss woman too.
I write of our kin my brother explored,
He—combing through records—such tasks I deplore.
Names, facts and figures—they interest me some—
but tis the echoes of tales that I yearn to plumb:
The Hoy’s sued each other, Grandpa gambled the ranch
(he, a fool with the whiskey—an ache through our branch).
Davis cheated on Emily and cared not the least,
Ada’s vows to Doc Chambers were undone by the priest.
J.S. while in France was castrated with knife—
caught in the act with a med student’s wife.
James perished from poison! Tracy shot Val and ran!
Harry fasted five weeks—up and died from that plan.
Herein are their timelines, their letters and lore,
with charts of their ancestors and children they bore.
Newspaper clippings, records and wills,
excerpts and photos and warranty bills.
They all tell this history so much better than I—
this trail left behind from all those now gone by.
The query that actually started this game
was: “What’s the ‘S.’ stand for in Emily’s name?”
Some mysteries still linger, some relations not found,
like what caused Frank’s death and where laid in the ground?
What happened to Winnie? From what did she perish?
A tintype of her I truly would cherish!
A.A. had three daughters—what happened to them?
And what of wife Frances—his crème de le crème?
There’s no trace of Lizzie—in shadow she’s sunk…
disappeared like Minerva and J.S.’ trunk!
Missing records and pictures and letters of yore
keep me digging and searching—I know there are more!
One more trip—one more hunt—another call I will make
just to find out for clarity’s sake.
Does it matter if I know not all that occurred?
No, though at the end of the day you may rest assured
that I’ll let out a whoop and drop down on my knees
if I ever discover the answers to these!
Catherine Frances (Clemens) Sevenau, 2006