My great grandfather George Dougherty was born in 1860 in Russell County, Virginia. His father Andy Daugherty was away in the Civil War for most of the first five years of his life. George married Callie Thompson in 1881 and shortly after that they moved to the San Luis Valley of Colorado where my grandfather was born. Callie's uncle, Elihu Kisor Ball, had converted to Mormonism and had moved to the Valley earlier. Callie's grandparents (Elihu's parents), John Tunnell Ball and Margaret Honaker Ball, also made the trip as did George's brother Andy Dougherty. Elihu stayed in Colorado all his life but his parents later moved to Cheney, Kansas near Wichita where they are buried. Andy died in a shooting accident in Colorado as related by Elihu Kisor Ball:
In the year of 1894 Andy and George Darty and myself worked for Dan Newcomb. George Darty married my niece. Andy had a premonition that he wouldn't live long. We were working on top of a large barn and he was afraid he would fall off and kill himself. He was bitter against the Mormons. One Sunday morning I told Geerge and Andy that I was going to Manassa to meeting and Andy said, "I'll go with you." There was a Mormon girl by the name of Laurie Daniels that was working for Newcoms at the same time. She asked if she could go along also. We told her yes and a little later George asked if he could go along and we told him yes. We hitched some horses up to a double rig. They were none too gentle. When we got ready to start Mrs. Newcomb said to Andy, who was a good shot, to take his gun along and their old dog--who was no good--to the brushland and shoot him.
We started with George and I in the front seat and Andy and Laurie in the back. Andy took his Winchester with him and then called the old dog. On the way Andy said "Laurie, when I die I am going to dog heaven." When he said this, cold chills ran down my back. We went on a little farther and Andy said, "When I die I am going to be bishop of dog heaven." Again, cold chills ran down my back. When we got down to the brushland Andy said, "Here is the place to kill the dog." He got out of the buggy and the dog was about 25 yards away. He shot but missed the dog. The dog ran a little way and and Andy shot again and missed, and then the dog went on farther and he shot the third time but only glazed the top of the dog's back. The dog ran too far so he came back to the buggy and started to shove the gun under the back seat. The lock caught on the back ingate, causing the gun to go off and shoot him an inch below the left nipple. When I unbuttoned his overcoat and shirt I saw the bullet had gone in about one inch below the left nipple and came out at his back right at the cross of his suspenders. Andy only spoke three or four words after he was shot. He said twice, "Oh, what will my poor mother say when she hears of this? It's dark, It's dark, it's dark." We put him in the buggy and drove back to Ed Newcombs, which was nearer than Dan Newcombs. We sent a runner for the doctor, but Andy was dead before the doctor arrived. I felt impressed this was a judgment sent on Andy because of the remarks he made about being bishop and going to dog heaven when he died.
Here is the complete life story written by Elihu Kisor Ball.
George and Callie left Colorado and lived for a while at Cheney, Kansas. From there they went to Missouri for a period but ultimately moved on to a farm near Ottawa, Kansas where they stayed (mostly). Around 1920 they lived in Pueblo, Colorado where several of their sons worked on the railroad. Finally they returned to Ottawa where their son Elmer had taken over the farm operation. I have some photos of these two that I will add to this page.