ETCHED IN OLD STONE: The King of Winsor Castle

“Soul Liberty and worship is a man’s castle…” (Thomas Bicknell)

SMITH-Post/Dort/Winsor

   2^nd Cousin-6X ANSON PERRY WINSOR (1818-1917)

As the direct descendant of many First Families of Rhode Island, including the Winsors, my Grandma Smith would have been amused by my recent family find: Winsor Castle.  She was quite proud of her Winsor heritage, even suggesting that royal family lines stretched back to the 11^th century English palace of Windsor.   Unlikely at best, even though our 1637 immigrant ancestor, Joshua Winsor (who dropped the “d” in his name), grew up only a few miles away from Windsor Castle, at Stoke Poges.  Winsor family lines did, however, extend to the Old West frontier of 19^th century America -in covered wagons leading all the way to Winsor (not Windsor) Castle. 

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In fact, Winsor Castle was constructed in 1872 as a fort to protect a large Mormon cattle ranching operation located within the Arizona Strip along the border between northern Arizona and southern Utah.  A bishop of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (Mormon), Anson Perry Winsor was hired by Brigham Young to operate the ranch and maintain the fort, which soon became known as “Winsor Castle.”  The name stuck.

The castle’s “king,” Anson Perry Winsor was the great-great-great grandson of immigrant Joshua Winsor, as was my fourth great grandfather Jesse Winsor.  Both men’s families were united through a long line of early American Baptists and a common (my 7^th) great grandfather, another Joshua Winsor (1682-1752).  Both families pulled up roots after generations in Rhode Island, migrating first to New York and then into the Ohio River Valley.  But that is where their family paths diverged.  While my Winsor ancestors set down new shoots in Illinois, Ohio, and Michigan, Anson took a different path: he became Mormon and followed the early leaders of this new and controversial religious movement to the freedom of Utah Territory.  As the descendant of 17^th century Rhode Island pioneers who, through religious persecution and banishment, founded a place where they might exercise a “liberty of conscience,” Anson Perry Winsor’s right to exercise his religious convictions would have been applauded by an ancestor who wrote:

“…that the doctrine of persecution for cause of conscience, is most evidently and lamentably contrary to the doctrine of Christ Jesus the Prince of Peace.”  (Roger Williams)

NPS diagram of WINSOR CASTLE

Now run by the National Park Service, Winsor Castle is open to the public and can be toured on site at Pipe Spring National Monument located at the edge of the Antelope Valley region in the remote Arizona Strip just below the Utah border.  It is bounded by the Grand Canyon to the south and by the Vermilion Cliffs and Zion National Park to the north. 

PIPE SPRING NATIONAL MONUMENT - Winsor Castle

Transcription of plaque pictured above: 

“PIPE SPRINGS NATIONAL MONUMENT

Established May 31, 1923

Through Efforts of Stephen T. Mather and Friends

PIPE SPRINGS

Occupied in 1863 by Dr. James M. Whitmore, who

with Robert McIntyre was killed 4 miles S.E. of here

January 8, 1866 by Navajo and Piute Indians.

WINSOR CASTLE

Erected by direction of Brigham Young in 1869-70

by Anson P Winsor for handling the church tithing

herds and as a frontier refuge from Indians.  It became

the first telegraph office in Arizona when the Deseret

Telegraph Line reached here in December 1871.

Utah Pioneer Trails and Landmarks Association

And Citizens of Kanab Stake

An interpretive video created by the National Park System regarding the history of Pipe Spring & Winsor Castle can be found HERE. (Thanks, Sue!)

HOODWINKS AND HUMBLE PIE: What's Under the Crust?

9GGF William Jefferay, (1591-1675) 
(Jefferay/Gould-Barker/Winsor-Dort/Post-SMITH)

As self-assigned family historian, I take my job very seriously as I attempt to unearth the stories of the GloverSmith past in an earnest effort to endow our future generations with a true sense of heritage.  In the forty years since I began this quest, I’ve learned to check and recheck information and to carefully collect documentation to ensure my research is based more on facts than folklore.  But every now and then I fall victim to a crafty hoodwink or two.  It’s not the first time -and I’m sure it won’t be the last- when I have to cut into a piece of ‘umble pie.

In one of my fact-checking moments today, I discovered an obscure entry at an online genealogy site that suggested someone else had been hoodwinked, too.  Like me (and many, many others,) the contributor had been leaning heavily upon TheJournal of William Jefferay, gentleman… as a reliable primary source for information about our shared ancestor.  I was surprised to see that this person had removed Jefferay’s 17^th century journal from his list of sources because he believed it to be historical fiction.  Hmm.  I thought I’d take a closer look.

Here’s what I found when I scrutinized the title page (see if you can spot it, too):

THE JOURNAL

OF

WILLIAM JEFFERAY,

GENTLEMAN.

Born at Chiddingly, Old England, in the year 1597;

Died at Newport, New England, in the year 1675.

BEING

Some Account of Divers People, Places and Happening,

Chiefly in New England.

A DIARY THAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN.

Edited

By

JOHN OSBORNE AUSTIN,

Compiler of

“The Genealogical Dictionary of Rhode Island,

“The Roger Williams Calendar,” etc. etc.

1899

The title provides a hint of hoodwinkery “hidden in plain sight”: “A DIARY THAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN.”  Since Austin’s byline included his role as editor rather than author, a reader might rightfully be led to believe that he worked from genuine manuscripts written by Mr. Jefferay.  But Mr. Austin did not draw a clear line between fact and fiction, suggestively allowing the reader to believe either way.  I had eagerly read the journal and even shared parts of it, believing the compilation to be the genuine, selected, personal writings of my ninth great grandfather, edited into a volume by a noted genealogist, Mr. Austin.

In the “Editor’s Preface,” Austin’s language might even suggest that any erudite (aka “always intelligent”) reader would easily extrapolate his intent: 

“The always intelligent reader will perceive that no attempt is herein made to befog his understanding with the somewhat musty, if time-honored, story of an ancient manuscript, found in an oaken chest, in an old garret. [Hoodwink #2: With a careful choice of wording, Austin confessed that he did not “attempt to befog” the reader with real entries from a real journal.]

“Neither has it been thought necessary to use a form of language strikingly different from the present; for, however much the seeming quaintness, it repels continuous reading, and the real difference in style of the two periods, is not so marked as often imagined.

“Yet, without these customary attestations to reliability, [Hoodwink #3: he confessed here that we will not be able to verify the reliability of the content since he tweaked the antiquated language, deceptively suggesting he was working from an antiquated text.] there is here much fact, if some fancy is also interwoven. [Uh-huh.] As to the seven stories told at the Seven Club, the reader must be his own judge [He’s off the hook!] of whether, in a more credulous age than ours, these were really told and taken in all seriousness, or whether each strove to outdo the others in marvels, as happens often in our day.

“But as to this Journal, if any should be found so doubting as to think there was no such man as the one now edited, [Hoodwink #4: using the ruse of offering up proof that William Jefferay was a real man whose grave bore a real inscribed headstone, he lulled the readers into a false sense of trust that what they were about to read was equally real.]  let him go to the house of Sergeant Bull (still standing), where Jefferay first met his wife; or, doubting yet, he may hie him to the old cemetery, and there read, while time still spares the almost gone inscription:

“Here lyeth interred the body of Wm. Jeffray Gentl, who departed this life on the 2d day of Jan’y, 1675, in the 85^th year of his age.

Since every tomb an epitaph can have,

The Muses owe their tribute to this grave,

And to succeeding ages recommend

His worthy name, who lived and died their friend;

Being full of days and virtues, love, and peace,

God from his troubles gave him a release,

And called him unto the celestial place,

Where happy souls view their Creator’s face.

Vivit post funera Virtus”

“Now shall the gentle reader, no longer doubting, read Mr. Jefferay’s Journal aright, and learn, perchance, some things worth the keeping.” [Hoodwink #5: “No longer doubting,” we were welcomed to read the journal as if it, too, was real. And many of us did just that!]

Well, well, well.  As I dug a little deeper, I discovered that Mr. Austin must have enjoyed great success with his book, publishing a sequel to it the following year:

(Title Page) ‘MORE SEVEN CLUB TALES

Found in Mr. Jefferay’s papers marked:

Some strange relatings, sent by divers of mine acquaintance,

with a desire that they be read unto the Seven Club.

Here followeth a naming of within. W.J.’ [nice touch-adding William Jefferay’s initials]

Edited by John Osborne Austin.

Compiler of “The Journal of William Jefferay, Gentleman.1900”’

[from the Preface]  “It was doubtless Mr. Jefferay’s intention to have read these tales at the Seven Club, though whether he ever did so is unknown.  Evidently those who sent them to him were familiar with the tales already told at the club, and were acquainted with the members.  The narrations heretofore published (as part of Mr. Jefferay’s Journal) were so favorably received, that it has been decided to print these later found [aka “I just made them up, too”] stories, as a proper sequel… Wherefore, gentle reader, give unto them a fair hearing, and your courtesy shall, perchance, be something requited.  JOHN OSBORNE AUSTIN. Providence, R.I.”

I also found reference made to this sequel in an author’s notes from “The Town Records of Rhode Island: A Report, Volume 8 by Amos Perry. On page 279, Perry states, “More Seven Club Tales is the title of an interesting pamphlet recently issued by John O. Austin.  These quaint tales, imaginary in structure, but founded on fact, form a sequel to the author’s Journal of William Jefferay.” [This was a nice way of saying that Austin created the tales based on things he knew about the individuals to whom he attributed the stories.]

But, thank goodness for authors who don’t mince their words.  In Matthews and Pierce’s book, American Diaries: An Annotated Bibliography of American Diaries Written Prior to the Year 1861, Volume 16, published in 1945, we find the following description:

“Jefferay, William (1591-1675) of Chiddingly, Eng., and Newport, R.I. Private diary, 1650-January 1669 (preceded by autobiographical notes); a fake diary [yes, a FAKE diary!] of the life of an actual inhabitant of Providence, recently written. John O. Austin, The Journal of William Jefferay (Providence, 1899) 189 pp.” 

Please excuse me while I go eat my humble pie!