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Back in the 'Olden Days' 

...there once lived a young cowboy and his bride. This is their story, and we  are their family ... 



 from Lenora J. Phelan and Her Irish Ancestors 

by Richard F. Oyler


In 1866 the twins, Tom and Ed, were born to Annie and Daniel Phelan near Denver Colorado. At the age of 5 they made the arduous journey of accompanying their parents creaking covered wagon, and walking the nearly 200 miles to Trinidad, down close to the New Mexico border ... 




Many of the stories and photos on this site are courtesy of this book ... Thank you Richard!! I also would like to give my thanks and credit to the following sites: LDS Family Search site, Interment, FindaGrave and many county genealogy webpages.


I  am Suzi Dewsnap Terrell, the great granddaughter of Tom and Delphia Phelan.  Genealogy is my passion ... my hope is that it will also become yours!  My goal in establishing this web site, is for other family members to discover their ancestors, and forever keep the chain of information  flowing by adding onto it.  Please follow the links above to see family photos and read their special stories.  I hope you enjoy!!

Last Updated  08/13/2015


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The Hunt

It started young with bedtime tales

Of years that had gone by

Gramps told of how they use to live

And how they all had died.


It made me wonder who they were

And what they all had been

So the hunt began for names & dates

To look up all my kin.


I knew there were some famous ones

Like Daniel Boone and Dewey

But had no idea that I would find

that most of them were screwy!


Like old maid Flo who had a fear

Of men and all their groping

She wore a whistle round her neck

(... but I think she was just hoping!)


And then I found an Uncle George

Whose stories send you reeling

He was caught with someone's horse

So they strung him up for stealing.


Next I found old scarlet Lucy

Who ran a house of sin

Till they closed it down & locked her up

For her wicked way with men.


After hearing bout Grandpa Henry

I put my hunt to rest

Could take no more afraid Id find

That my bloodline's not the best.


So be prepared when you start your hunt

For those ghost that once lay hidden

Could raise and haunt you in the night

And you might regret the diggin!


 by Suzi Terrell 


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