Sarah E. Dean

(19 March 1851 - circa August 1922)
Sarah E. Dean|b. 19 Mar 1851\nd. ca Aug 1922|p578.htm|Joseph Alanson Dean|b. 2 Jan 1825|p177.htm|Arvilla Maria Dutton|b. 25 May 1827|p104.htm|||||||Stephen H. Dutton|b. 2 Oct 1798\nd. 17 Feb 1875|p96.htm|Lemira Hodgman|b. 9 Jun 1799\nd. 10 Jun 1878|p97.htm|

First cousin thrice removed of Darrell Allen Martin.
Sarah was born on 19 March 1851.1,2 She was the daughter of Joseph Alanson Dean and Arvilla Maria Dutton. She was a resident in the household of Joseph Alanson Dean in the 4 June 1860 census taken in Genoa, Livingston County, Michigan, age 9.3 She was a resident in the household of Joseph Alanson Dean in the 25 July 1870 census taken in Genoa, Mich., age 19. She was a resident in the household of Joseph Alanson Dean in the 1880 census taken in Genoa, Mich., age 29.3 She married Delmark Johnson on 17 May 1885.4 She was a resident in the household of Delmark Johnson in the 9 January 1920 census taken in Oceola, Livingston County, Michigan, as "Sarah Johnson" age 68. Sarah died circa August 1922.5
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Descendants of Stephen Hartwell Dutton

Child of Sarah E. Dean and Delmark Johnson

Cited documentation

  1. [S117] Dutton, Ruth Alice (Williams), compiler, "Descendants of Stephen Hartwell Dutton". Latest included date 1946. pg. 3, "Sarah E. Dean, born 1851, March 19".
  2. [S185] John Ivan Baumer, Web Site, August 2002, www.inetw.net/~johnbaum/famhistory/, "born about 1851 in Vt."
  3. [S185] Baumer, 2002, (details assumed).
  4. [S117] Dutton, Ruth, compiler, "Descendants of Stephen Hartwell Dutton" 1946. pg. 3, "Married to Delmark Johnson".
  5. [S117] Dutton, Ruth, compiler, "Descendants of Stephen Hartwell Dutton" 1946. pg. 3, "Died August (about) 1922".
 
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