Knock, Knock, Descendants Calling!
- Karen Derrick-Davis

- Mar 31
- 4 min read
Updated: Apr 1

On a recent trip, we headed to Virginia and Maryland. I knew I had ancestral ties there, but was not very sure exactly where.
After some digging, I realized several branches were well-represented along the Maryland side of the Potomac, so I headed to the Montgomery County Library. With the expert help of the librarian, I was able to find several addresses of homes that had been in the family. She was so good!
Several of my ancestors' homes were listed in historical reference books, which was great to find. Daniel Trundle who built "Annington" in 1813 was my 4th great-granduncle.



I knew one of the homes I wanted to find was on the Little Monocacy River and at one time had a mill, so the librarian pulled some books that led me to the location of a home I was not expecting to find. My 3rd and 4th great-grandmothers had been born "on the Little Monocacy River."

The house was such a find! One book even listed the exact present-day address.

Time for House Hunting
With these and other houses to find, I had some adventuring to do, so I asked my cousin's 24-year-old daughter to join me (and drive!). Of course, lunch was part of the bargain, as well!
We easily found Daniel Trundle's home, Annington, but it was currently closed for renovation. I didn't feel comfortable climbing the fence and walking up to the house, so we took a photo from afar.

We drove by another Trundle home with one of the only remaining examples of a "banked barn" in the county.



Now, it was time to find the Veitch house! We drove along Dickerson Road and missed the house. It was set back up a curved driveway and behind a grove of trees. To my cousin's daughter's horror, I asked her to slow down and pull a little into the driveway. "What if they have cameras?!?!" She was truly unnerved to fulfill the request of this crazy much-older cousin.
We continued a little further, then turned around to make another pass. This time, she agreed to pull off into the bottom of the driveway right next to the road. I said, "I am going to walk up that driveway and knock on the door. Are you coming with me?"
The short and uncomfortable answer was, "No."
OK, I get it. She had not had the experiences I had had. This was the fourth ancestral home I had "cold-knocked." I was unafraid and knew I may never have another chance. I left her in the car and gingerly strolled up the driveway. When I came to the top, the door to the beautiful house was behind a little fence that I did not feel comfortable going into. So, I just strolled back and forth a little, gazing at the house and outbuildings.
Within a couple minutes, a woman with a baby on her hip opened the front door and asked, "Can I help you?" in a wary sort of way. I cheerfully and respectfully said, "I think my ancestor built this house." She answered, "Really? Come on in!!"
Yay! Another successful cold-knock!
I called on my phone to my fieldtrip partner in the car. She was startled and thought I was calling because I needed help -- was in trouble, or something! I said, "We've been invited in! You want to drive up and come?" Thankfully, she said, "Yes" to her nutty cousin.
The Veitch/Trundle/Gott House Upclose
The house was so fascinating! It is called a "telescopic" house because it was built in stages and looks as if it could be collapsed together like a telescope.

Our host, who was the daughter of the home's owner, said they love that the house's history is so tied to women -- having been passed down to daughters over several generations -- which explains why the family name affiliated with the house changed with each generation. Thomas and Laurana Veitch bequeathed the home to their daughter, Mary (husband, John Trundle), who bequeathed the home to her daughter, Mary (husband, Richard Gott).









Another Adventure in the Books!

The Gift of Identity
The next step for me will be researching and documenting the folks my Maryland ancestors enslaved--as I am doing with multiple branches of my family tree. My mission is to learn as much as I can about these real people who have not been adequately documented and recognized as truly existing -- only mentioned in passing or as a footnote to my white enslaver ancestors and most often without names and identities.



So happy to see you and your companion and the homes of our ancestors.
Wow, that house is quite a find.