The Glougie Family

Shortly before my paternal grandfather (Cleon Earl Anthony Sr) passed away, he handed me a set of rolled oversized papers. “I want you to have these,” he said. I could barely breathe! I knew that these blueprint-sized papers were actually a handwritten history of the Glougie family! Grandpa Anthony explained that he knew I had an interest in genealogy so he thought I should be the one to have them. I grasped them in my hands and felt I had something more priceless than gold!

Unfortunately, the feeling was short-lived. Grandpa Anthony began expressing concern that these were the last known copies of his maternal grandmother’s history – the history of Martha Hull Glougie.  He began to advise me how to care for them. Then . . . he changed his mind.

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Martha Hull Glougie: This portrait probably depicts Martha while she was a young woman waiting for her soon-to-be- husband, John Glougie, to return from the Civil War.

He must have noticed that I was holding back tears because after taking the roll of papers back into his hands, he offered the idea of having copies made. After a few phone calls, we were able to find a business in downtown Morro Bay that would copy the blueprints.

Thankfully, I was able to have and keep this copy of family history for many years, but the large paper format made it very difficult for me to share with others. I manually transcribed the notes and info onto genealogy databases.  It took hours of work but it was worth it!

Years later, I discovered the blueprints could be converted to a PDF. I had two fears about the conversion process. The first was the price. It’s a bit costly. The second fear was letting the papers out of my hands. It must run in the family genes!

I finally got over my fears and was able to create a PDF so others can view the original notes and data compiled by Lindon Shafer in 1981.  The PDF can be downloaded at the bottom of this page. The second page of the PDF document explains that much of the information comes from Martha Hull Glougie and her uncle, Robert Edwards in 1920. Donald and Fredrick Shafer recorded the 1920 information. Then Lindon gathered the previously known data and added to it.

I think it’s important to take a moment and consider the actual Glougie surname. It is quite unique! The ancestry of the Glougies stem from a Jean Baptiste Gladu. Curious about how Gladu became Glougie, I visited with our local high school French language teacher, a native of France. Without saying anything, I wrote Gladu on a scrap of paper and asked her to pronounce it as a French term.  Her pronunciation was something like this: glaw-juh.  Close enough! Somehow glaw-juh became glaw-jie.  I’m guessing some poor census taker couldn’t figure out the correct spelling, though other sources say it was purposely changed.  We may never know why it was changed but one can be sure that the roots of the name are indeed French!

The Glougies lived on the 300 block of Blackstone Ave in Fresno, CA. This home on the 400 block of Blackstone is probably very similar to the one where the Glougies resided.

Martha Hull Glougie and her husband, John, eventually made their way to Fresno, California. A short biography of John R. Glougie can be found on pages 885 and 886 of the book History of Fresno County, California: With Biographical Sketches, Volume 1 (1919).  Among other things noted in this biography, John R. Glougie is described as “a most excellent man, with an enviable record for real accomplishment.”  To read the complete biography click here: Glougie History of Fresno County California with Biographical Sketches


Of particular note in the Fresno County biography is the report given of Martha Hull Glougie as a “cultured, refined woman loving the beautiful and things of good report . . . .”  It was also said that “she is interested in the genealogy of her family  . . . .”   Genealogy. It must run in the family genes!

To download the history recorded by the Shafer brothers, click here:  Glougie History by Shafer



Alice Pohe Lutz: Travel Journal

I gave the routine warning knock while opening the door to my grandmother’s home.  Just as I expected, she was sitting in her small green naugahyde chair, facing her television. Her reading materials, books and magazines, were next to her on a side table. A bag of yarn and unfinished crochet projects were near her feet. At first, everything appeared to be usual until I realized my grandmother was quiet. She hadn’t greeted me. She was wiping her eyes. She was crying.

I think I froze, standing in the middle of the room, until my grandmother (Olwyn Hawbecker),  invited me to sit. She then composed herself and explained how she had been reading her own grandmother’s journal.  She motioned to the side table where I noticed an old paper-bound rectangular booklet. She turned to a specific page and read:

I can’t tell anyone how lonely I was coming home from California all by myself and Olwyn not with me. I do miss her so much in every way. Wherever I did look I could see something of hers. It sure was a sad homecoming for me. If she would have died I couldn’t have missed her any more. This I have written just as I felt when I came home and will never forget as long as I live.  This I wrote when I got home. It is my little diary so you can see when I am gone, Olwyn.

 Mommy Lutz

My grandmother then explained how her own mother, Elizabeth (Lizzie) Lutz Hawbecker Swartz, had left Pennsylvania for California while Olwyn was very young. Olwyn was raised, for the most part, by her grandmother, Alice Pohe Lutz. When Olwyn was around twelve years old, Alice decided to take the train to California to visit Lizzie. Olwyn remembers her first experience of having a cold glass of milk while she was traveling on the train. She thought it was a real treat! I’m sure she had other adventures while on the train, but for some reason, the cold milk was the one memory that stood out.

After visiting for a time, Alice and Olwyn were to travel back to Pennsylvania. Much to the heartache of Alice, however, Olwyn decided she wanted to stay in California. In retrospect, Olwyn wondered if she made the right decision. Her grandmother was good to her. She was well-respected in her community. And she and her husband, Samuel, ran a successful dry-goods business. Olwyn could only reason that as a young girl, she simply wanted to be with her mother.

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Olwyn Hawbecker as a child with her grandmother Alice Pohe Lutz.

“I always keep this next me,” Olwyn explained as she softly rubbed her hand over the journal. I remember thinking how odd it was that I had never noticed it. In subsequent visits, I made an effort to see the journal and sure enough, it was always there on her side table. Sometimes other magazines or books were on top of it, but the journal was always there, within reach of my grandmother.

Alice Pohe Lutz’s journal from the year 1922 records some of her travels on the Overland Route, a railroad route that ran between San Francisco, California and Chicago, Illinois. There are a few references in the handwritten journal notes to “George” in Chicago. My grandmother told me that Alice had a brother named George. He supposedly changed his name from Pohe to McLellan so he could get on the Chicago Police force. It was thought that someone with an Irish or Scott background had a better chance to get on the force than someone with German ancestry.  The irony is that the Pohe ancestry can be traced to Ireland! Perhaps George knew his aunts and uncles in Pennsylvania often spoke German and simply assumed his surname was also German. I can only assume that the George in Alice’s journal is her brother.

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Left to Right: Lizzie Lutz Hawbecker, Olwyn Hawbecker, Alice Pohe Lutz.

I feel like I know Alice better as I read through her journal. It’s a small glimpse into her long life but it reveals much. For example, she appreciated the beauty of nature and describes her awe in almost every new scene she encountered. She must have loved Olwyn deeply. It is the only way to explain the pain she describes upon having to part from her only granddaughter. She was loved by others as evidenced in the hospitality shown her in Chicago by her brother and niece.  She was educated and could express herself in writing.  She was courageous enough to venture across the states alone.

In an effort to know Alice better, I have given my best attempt to save the original spelling, grammar, and punctuation in my transcriptions of her journal in the PDF below. I apologize for the quality of the photos. Again, I did my best with the tools I had at the time. I hope the PDF quality is well enough to share with others. I think she would like her descendants to know her. More importantly, I think she would like her descendants to know of her love for little Olwyn.

Please be patient. This is a large file and may take a few minutes to download. Click here for: Allie Pohe Travel Journal

Please note: I aim for accuracy, but my memories may not always match with historical facts. Please contact me with corrections, as needed.