Week 3: #52 Ancestors – Namesake
By Eilene Lyon
This is the story of a granddaughter named in memory of the grandmother she never met. And of the woman between them who outlived them both.
We’ll begin with Mary Frances Stephens, the young woman in the feature image above. She was the eighth of nine children born to Granville Allen Stephens and Sarah Frances Poor in Fleming County, Kentucky, in September 1881.1 Mary Frances’s mother died when she was about seven and her father two years later.
Because she was still a minor, it’s probable that she went to live with her oldest brother’s family in Ford County, Illinois. That is where she met and married Arthur Lewis Gee. The marriage took place in Wall Township on December 21, 1898.2 Arthur was a farm laborer.

For some reason, after the 1900 census, Arthur and Mary Frances relocated to Stuttgart County, Arkansas. That is where Mary Frances gave birth to her daughter, Cleo Mae Frances Gee, on August 20, 1902.3 Mary Frances had two other children, a son who died in an accident in 1899, and one whose story is unknown.
On September 10, 1905, Mary Frances (Stephens) Gee died in Arkansas. She was taken to Ford County, Illinois, for burial.4 Cleo eventually had a step-mother and half-brother.

The family moved to Missouri for a time, then back to Illinois. Cleo married Carl Struss in Peoria about 1921 (no record). There she gave birth to her only child in 1922, a daughter she named Frances Mary Struss (Fran), almost certainly after her mother who died much too young.5

I’ve introduced Fran and Cliff Lyon before. Though Fran was primarily a housewife, she did help Cliff with his business. After they sold that and retired, they moved to Mesa, Arizona. Fran developed a severe form of scleroderma, and passed away in 1986 at age 63.6 She was survived by her mother, Cleo M. (Gee) Struss Frisby.

Cleo and her second husband, Jesse H. Frisby, moved from Illinois to Missouri, and that is where Cleo died in 1988, outliving both her mother and daughter.7 All three women have strong facial features that clearly passed down through the generations.
Feature image: Mary Frances Stephens Gee (1881-1905) (Family collection)
- Mary F. Gee. Year: 1900; Census Place: Wall, Ford, Illinois; Page: 4; Enumeration District: 0073; FHL microfilm: 1240301 – via Ancestry.com. ↩
- Mary F. Stephens and Arthur L. Gee. Ancestry.com. Illinois, U.S., County Marriage Records, 1800-1940 [database on-line]. Lehi, UT, USA: Ancestry.com Operations, Inc., 2016. ↩
- Cleo Mae Frances Gee. Arkansas Department of Vital Records; Little Rock, Arkansas; Birth Certificates – via Ancestry.com. ↩
- https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/71768124/mary-f.-gee ↩
- Frances Lyon. Ancestry.com. U.S., Social Security Death Index, 1935-2014 [database on-line]. Provo, UT, USA: Ancestry.com Operations Inc, 2014. ↩
- Albuquerque Journal; Publication Date: 28 Jan 1986; Publication Place: Albuquerque, New Mexico, United States of America; URL: https://www.newspapers.com/image/148650868/?article=95614988-979c-43e3-b6e5-11feaf8a4aaa&focus=0.48376602,0.9218536,0.64459,0.976901&xid=3355 ↩
- https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/52601150/fri ↩
Within a family repetitive first names make for confusion for genealogist now– and I have to wonder if they did for the people back then. I was just thinking on that today. I see fewer babies named after relatives now. Do you see the same thing?
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Yes, people like coming up with unique names now, much more than naming for family than they used to. It’ll be so much easier for genealogists of the future!
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Strong charming facial features, indeed. What a beautifully told story.
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Thank you, Joy.
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I was thinking as I read that the family resemblance was strong over the three generations. And toddler Frances Mary has some haircut! I don’t remember ever seeing that style before.
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That is quite the hairstyle, for sure! That was in the mid-1920s when bobs were the rage. This one seems particularly short, though.
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Indeed!
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It also looks as though someone may have gotten a little over zealous with a curling iron to give the bob some oomph for the photo.
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Quite possible!
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😀
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They do all look alike don’t they?! Also, my parents had a close friend with the last name Frisby… don’t see that name every day!
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That resemblance, among other things, was how I identified the photo of Mary Frances, which was not labeled.
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The resemblance is wonderful to see here, and the story is beautiful, Eilene.
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Thanks, Jet!
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I couldn’t help noticing they all have lovely thick hair!
It’s very sad that Mary Frances died in childbirth.
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They do indeed. Cleo’s life sure would have been different if her mother and siblings hadn’t died. It is a shame.
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They all have such poise in their photos, beautiful faces.. and a beautiful post, thank you!
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Thank you, Louise. Yes, they do seem like naturals in front of the camera.
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How sad for Cleo to outlive both her mother and her daugther.
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I wonder why Cleo only had one child. Doesn’t seem that it was all that common in that time period. Maybe a physical issue.
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It might have been. I have read that in family histories.
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It must have been awful for Cleo to lose her daughter, the namesake of her mother. Nothing is worse than a parent outliving a child, not matter how old that child is. Did anyone down the line continue the Frances Mary/Mary Frances name?
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No further namesakes! Fran’s daughter does share some likeness to the women she came from, but I also see her father in there.
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All beautiful ladies…..what nice portraits and clothes!
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Yes, they dress up nice, don’t they?!
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love the pictures, so earthy, some way mystic, spiritual faces… also so present – in the moment 🙂
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Pictures really do make the story.
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Gosh they all look so much alike! And I loved that toddler hair on Frances Mary!
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Her toddler expression is really priceless. So, self-assured!
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Beautiful women, sad story.
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That about sums it up!
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I love old photographs. Instagram ain’t got nothing on ’em.
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Back in the day of dressed up and posing ad nauseum for the photographer!
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It was work!
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Not a “snapshot” for sure.
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LOL, no snapshots allowed. Everything was work back then
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The family resemblance is so strong over the three generations. The story is so beautiful. And the pictures are fantastic!
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Thank you!
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Wow, you weren’t kidding about those facial features! I honestly thought Frances and Cleo were the same person when scrolling through. But they were both very pretty – better than inheriting a giant schnoz, like I have!
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I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a clear case of 3 generations of women looking so similar that way. And you have a beautiful nose.💕
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Aw, thanks! I like my nose just fine, but it is totally a schnoz. I’m not denying that! Big can still be beautiful though. 🙂
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I love these stories of yours! Such pretty pictures. Oh but it breaks my heart to hear of death in childbirth. I joke with my twins that there’s a reason in certain cultures twins were said to be evil–it’s because it was such a high risk pregnancy and birth. Thank goodness for modern medicine. But it’s wonderful you’ve found these stories of your family’s past. Thank you for sharing!
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The only reason I knew about her twin pregnancy and cause of death was from her headstone on Find a Grave. It is very sad. But at least now we have a bit of story to go with the photo.
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