I first met James DeBoise in the fall of 1974. I was dating his son and Jim had come to Rhode Island to visit Richard. I remember Richard fixing fried smelts and cream corn for his dad, a favorite of both of them. They both added sugar to their cream corn, mirroring each other in their eating styles. I also remember sitting with Jim in the back of the car and as he was talking about Ruth, his wife who had died the previous year, he began to tear up. It was obvious that he had loved and deeply missed his wife.
Over the years Richard and I spent a lot of time with him. He would frequently drive down from Springfield, in his red Cadillac convertible with the large cattle horns on the front and lights flashing around the license plate, to spend the weekend with us. I remember he always wanted to look sharply dressed, and he enjoyed going to the strip clubs. He wore a suit and his cowboy hat and boots when he went out. On a trip with us to Salem, Massachusetts he went through the Witch Museum for the first time, and laughed at me as I wandered through the cemeteries seeing if I could find any of my relatives buried there. On a trip to Plymouth and the Plymouth Plantations, he walked away, shaking his head, from Richard who kept trying to get the actors out of character. On a trip to Old Orchard Beach, Maine he bought a large stuffed gorilla, dressed it in his suit, and set it in the back of his convertible with the top down, turning heads and causing a lot of laughs. Richard took his dad to New Orleans a few years before his death, and the stories they came back with would make you roll on the floor with laughter.

We also had some serious discussions. During dinner at a local Chinese restaurant, he told us about being an orphan at 12 years of age. His youngest brother and sister went to live with his Aunt Bessie in New Haven, Connecticut. Jim, Harry and Joe were placed in foster care in Boston. Jim said he was being abused in his foster home and he ran away. He went to his brother Frank, who was only 15 and trying to survive on his own, and his sister Rose, who was newly married and only 17, but neither were able to give him a place to stay. He was on his own from that point on.
He traveled to New Orleans, New York, and other places seeking work. He worked at racetracks riding horses during part of this time. With little education, he became a very skilled mechanic. He drove trucks, rode show horses – equestrian and jumpers, worked hard and played hard. He told us about first seeing his future wife. He was driving a truck through Palmer, Massachusetts and saw Ruth coming out of the movie theater. He stopped the truck, introduced himself, and the romance blossomed from that point forward, much to the disapproval of Ruth’s grandmother.
I never knew Ruth Martha Andrews, but have heard stories about her. I cannot imagine having a family as large as hers – seventeen children with two dying at birth. She and Jim also made a home for four of her daughter Dorothy’s young children after Dorothy and her husband John died in a car accident in 1959. Ruth grew up as an only child, probably in a fairly quiet home. Her home as an adult was anything but quiet! It seems as if she was a very giving woman, with a lot of patience. When I asked her sons to tell me more about her, they said she was a “homebody”. She stayed home and took care of the children. Richard remembers picking wild grapes on “the hill”, and bringing them to his mother, who would make grape jelly. She also enjoyed listening to the detailed description of movies when Richard came home from seeing the latest movie at the theater.
Ruth did have an independent streak. She wanted to learn to drive, but Jim did not want her to. He was gone most of the week and wanted her to stay home with the kids. That way he knew where she was! However, she was determined she was going to learn. She snuck out Jim’s car keys when he was sleeping and had a duplicate made. He would leave on Sunday nights to go to work driving a truck back and forth to New York. He would leave his car parked at Haskell Trucking, his employer. She, and her son Billy, would take the extra key and go get the car, and Billy proceeded to teach her to drive. She gained her independence! I found a newspaper article where she was stopped for speeding in Ware and subsequently paid a speeding fine.
Once the children were older, and Richard was working on the racetrack, he convinced her to come with him to the horse races. She saw the horses and fell in love with horse racing, determined that she was going to have a racehorse. This was in the early 1960s, and she and Jim bought several horses which they raced throughout New England.
I have taken my passion for genealogy and have been tracing the DeBoise and Andrews families since the 1970s. I believe it is important to pass our family history, stories, and traditions on to future generations. I will share what I have found out about this family’s ancestors. I hope that family members will continue to add to the stories so that they are not lost and will track the new generations that have descended from these families.
Some of what I will be sharing with you includes information on the DeBoise and Perkins families; the Andrews and Wallace families; the Cortis/Remington family; family origins based on DNA; as well as ancestral charts. I have information on the many family members who fought in the Civil War, as well as the Revolutionary War and most of this country’s major conflicts. I hope you will enjoy, will add to the information, and will share the stories of your family with your children and grandchildren so they will know their history.
Teri
















Ella was 40 years old when she died on March 7, 1923 from pneumonia, following the birth of her daughter.