Sorry it took so long to reply. I cannot tell you a lot about Jane as I know so very little. My line goes from me, to my mother, then grandmother, ggrandmother, Jane. I am sharing with you things about her daughter, my ggrandmother. The apple does not usually fall from the tree in our family.
I know I have what I believe is the only known photograph of Jane, that her daughter treasured and passed down through the family. It is one of the small ones about two by three inches including the frame. Jane was by no means attractive. Her face is long, eyes deep set and she has a long nose. I am familiar with the term "handsome woman", but she could not get that rating, I am afraid. She is dressed in black and is holding what I believe to be a bible.She has an extraordinarily high forehead. In fact she looks bald, but with a little black hat of hair that starts at the top of her ears.
After she moved to Washington County, Arkansas, she met and married my ggrandfather J. Henry. Again, I do not know when. They had two children (who lived to adulthood)before her death which came sometime before May 7th 1874. That was the date her only daughter Narcissis (forever known as "Sissy") married James H. McGowan. She had lost her mother and did not get along with her new stepmother; she married at age 15. The marriage record says she was age 17, with her husband age 19.
Sissy had only one brother named Seth. Harrison was the middle name. I have attempted, but have not been successful in making contact with his family. They potentially could have information. I know nothing about him or his life. There were other half sibblings after her fathers remarriage.
Sissy lived almost 100 years; she died in 1957. She could neither read or write. All of my information about her family was written down by my mother. She never lost her memory and every bit of her information has proved to be absolutely correct, much to my amazement.
She was also tall, which was not common in women in those days. I have been pleased to find her height and longevity are genetic markers from the Price line.
The limited Goolsby info I have matches that of the Allan Haberkorn family. You can find it at Rootsweb on the family trees section, if you do not already have it. It will at least be a lead for you perhaps. The family goes back to Virginia.
My Grandmother was named Cora Octavia and she hated her Octavia name so badly she refused to even have the initial on her tombstone. It was interesting to see it was one of her great aunt's names (Jane's sister). Another note is Sissy's first daughter was named Sarah. Probably in honor of her Aunt Sarah or her Grandmother Sarah.
Unfortunately, Sarah did not survive childhood. When she was about two years old she was left at home with her older brother John and possibly another baby. Her mother Sissy, had made the children new winter-warm clothing out of flannel. Sissy had to paddle across a river or stream to go work in a field. John was peeling some eggs left in a pot by the fireplace when his little sister tumbled into the fire and was burned before he or her mother could save her. Grandma Sissy passed down the fear of fire so deeply that the last time I spent time at my grandmother Cora's house, Thanksgiving 1977, she warned me to be careful about the fire as I was sitting up reading. It is interesting and amazing when things such as this are passed down. So few knew Sarah ever existed and yet she impacted many families through the years.
Narcissis Henry McGowan was an amazing, tough old lady when I came along. She was also 89. She always wore black in summer because it kept her cool, she said. She was neither cuddly or sweet as I recall. She also did not have an ability to find humor often. She lived the largest portion of her life in Baxter County, Arkansas. One daughter lived up on what was called "the mountain", not far from Sissy's old homeplace, another (my grandmother)lived in the valley below. The distance was about a mile. She would walk up and down to visit,staying with one daughter or the other depending on whom she was annoyed with. She was an herbalist. She had a remedy for everything and anything. She hated having her picture made. She said red clay was from all indians who had their blood shed. She was proud of her Cherokee heritage. She always spun her wool and made cloth on a loom. She loved to do outside work as well. The only trait I know I have directly from her is when I walk, (this is when one is in a museum or like place, not walking for health), I hold my hands behind my back. I have been teased a good bit about this for being elitist, but it is just something I learned from great grandma Sissy, who also kept a speedy pace,as do I.
One last story. When my grandmother Cora was a little girl, one day as she was playing with a cat, it scratched her eyebrow. When the blood spurted out from the wound her mother saw it and instantly thought the cat had put her daughters eye out. She grabbed the gun off the wall and shot the cat out the door.
I think by the time Sissy died she must have been, if not ready, at least resigned to going. One of, if not her best friend, had died in 1953 and she no longer had anyone from her century to visit with. The dear friend she lost was born in 1861, Sissy in 1859. Her dear friend was my other great grandmother.
Tough, strong, stubborn, all Sissy, a true survivor. Not a bad way to be remembered. Jane's only daughter.
I would very much enjoy having the pages you mentioned in you post about the family. If I can be of any other assistance, please advise.