I was born and spent much of my early years
    in a grimy coal mining camp in West Virginia
    during the mid 1930’s and early 1940’s. In spite
    of the disadvantages of those early years I
    studied hard, worked hard and over time
    became a key executive for an Ohio
    international manufacturing company,
    heading up our home operation in Solon, Ohio
    and assisting other operations around the
    world.
    I retired at age 61 and rekindled two interests;
    writing and the search for my Savage
    ancestry, a project that I had begun twenty
    years earlier. I published two books about the
    12 generations of my Savage ancestry which
    began in America in the early 1600’s in the
    Jamestown, Virginia Colony. As a result, I
    found that Savage is the oldest continuing
    family name in America.
    I have sold my books to Savage descendants
    living throughout the United States and
    internationally.
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SAVAGE IS MY NAME

    I've spent many, many years tracing my ancestry to Thomas Savage
    the Carpenter, who first appears in Virginia records in 1632
    Thomas is referred to, in Virginia history, as "The Carpenter" to
    differentiate him from Ensign Thomas Savage of the same period
    and location on the Eastern Shore expansion of the Jamestown
    Colony.

    in 1995 I published a book covering the thirteen generations from
    he to my grand-children. After the book was completed I continued
    the search for the antecedents and descendants of this remarkable
    man. The book is entitled;

    SAVAGE IS MY NAME
      A History of Thirteen Generations of a
           Savage Family in America

    It is high quality hardback, 308 pages, illustrated and indexed.


If you have any questions about the contents of this book please
contact me at the email address listed near the bottom of this
page.

Unless you can determine that you are likely a descendant of
Thomas Savage the Carpenter,  SAVAGE IS MY NAME would
probably be of little value to you. It does not explore the many
branches of the Carpenter's descendants. It is limited to the male
line from the Carpenter to myself and probable siblings found in
each generation, although it does provide Eastern Shore
information about neighbors and surroundings of the first five
generations of my Savages. From the Eastern Shore of Virginia
the generations trace through Delaware, Maryland, Pennsylvania,
West Virginia and Ohio.

The fifth generation below Thomas the Carpenter is Robinson T.
Savage and the link above right will take you to the page where I
identify over 4000 of his probable descendants.



    My books are available for
    sale on      
amazon.com.


Who was the father of
Thomas Savage the Carpenter?

What was his connection to
Ensign Thomas Savage?

We know they were related,
But how?
I explore this in:


Savage Is My Name - Part II

A Study of the lives and Relationship of
Thomas Savage the Carpenter
&
Ensign Thomas Savage
of
Virginia's Eastern Shore
1607 - 1655

This follow-up to my original book,
SAVAGE IS MY NAME
is also high quality hardback, 130 pages, illustrated.


   The 2nd edition of my novel, THE  BLACKWATER  SHAFT will be available on amazon.com by 11-12-17




    A number of years ago
    I wrote a book of
    short stories about 50
    years of hunting,
    fishing, scuba diving
    and other adventures.
    It’s titled; 12 GAUGE
    PADDLE.
    The stories are
    timeless. Some are
    serious, some
    humorous, some
    raucous --- all true.

    I have written books for my grandchildren, books
    about various Savage family members, a column for
    the Chamber of Commerce, poems and other
    extraneous drivel.


    Cole grips her shoulder firmly and again pleads, "Nicki, listen
    to me, let me explain!" But, she doesn't hear. Her thoughts
    have already flashed back to her childhood and the large
    sign printed on the tipple in Glen Haven. In large, dingy
    white, block letters, it reads, HEADLEY COLLIERY COMPANY.
    The long buried memories return; Why is Momma crying? I
    will not cry, because if I cry it means I may never see Poppa
    again, so I will not cry.
    Nicki's world slowly begins to darken. It grows shadowy,
    fuzzy, murky, silent and morbid. In this world she sees her
    hand reach for the door latch. She lifts, and then slowly
    pushes the door away

    In a delicate and feeble voice Ben’s grandmother asks him to come nearer.
    "What is it, Grandmother?" He asks, leaning close and taking her hand.
    "Ben," she pleads in a frail whisper, "You must promise me that you will never close the
    Blackwater shaft." She makes a barely audible coughing sound, then continues, "Promise me,
    Ben, that you will always leave a way for my Robert to come home."
    Ben's eyes fill with tears. His parents, Nat, and the others lean closer to try to hear what
    Grandmother Lu is saying, but only Ben can understand her words. Alex does not need to hear,
    he knows instinctively what his mother is asking of Ben.
    Lucretia holds a determined look at her grandson's face. With a newfound clarity of voice and
    mind, and with startlingly penetrating eyes, she again appeals, "Ben, promise me."
    The tears roll freely down Ben's cheeks, dripping onto Lucretia's lacy blue gown. He whispers,
    "Grandmother, I love you, and I love Grandfather, and I promise you faithfully that I will always
    keep a safe way for Grandfather to come home to you."
    A smile slowly transforms her pale face into a picture of tranquility. She gives Ben's hand a
    delicate squeeze. With her eyes now closed, she whispers, "Thank you, Ben, thank you."

    No one will ever learn for sure what actually caused the explosion, that there was
    methane gas in section 65 just behind the face of room #1, off entry 64, that when
    the charge of dynamite went off it blew through the wall into section 65 and ignited
    several thousand cubic feet of gas. No, no person would ever know exactly what
    events triggered the tragedy that killed 23 miners.

    Dawson feels a hard thump on the calf of his left leg, then searing
    pain. He slaps the mare on her flank, urging her upward and
    forward. She goes down again. Thoughts flash through the
    soldier’s mind. He knows he's been shot and he needs to find
    cover before the shooter reloads. The shooter must be using a
    muzzleloader. With a repeating rifle he would have gotten off a
    second shot by now. Dawson pulls hard on the reins, trying to get
    the mare back on her feet. She tries, but he's pulling so hard, so
    hard that it hurts. She raises her great head to try to relieve the
    pressure. She finds solid footing under her hind feet. She raises
    her head higher. Dawson yells and pushes on her neck. She paws
    at the air in a desperate attempt to maintain her balance. She
    feels a fire and terrible pain in her side. She's confused and
    frightened, exhausted and hurting, and her normally powerful
    rear legs collapse as she falls backward.
Coal mining is dangerous. Actions of the Navy SEALS are heroic. Iranian terrorists are here in America. This is an interesting and exciting novel. It has suspense, love stories, intrigue, action, high tech,
civil war action, office of the president, Appalachian  Mountains, mystery

I edited a book about my big brother. I want his
descendants to know what a special guy he is.

Several years ago I asked Darrell to jot down his
memories. I took those notes and put the words in
form the way that I know he would say them.
I learned a lot from this guy. If only he were as
handsome as me he could have ruled the world.

This web site serves multiple purposes:
        To satisfy my own desire to trace my Savage lineage further back in time.
                An attempt to help others find their Savage roots.
                        A device to keep me relatively free of Marilyn's chore assignments.
                                
 An effort to sell a book or two.
We've Moved. Here's my new address.

I've changed the cover and
made some slight
modifications
to the interior, but no
changes to the story itself.


    A few excerpts from:   

    The Blackwater Shaft

    Even as the knife blade leaves the throat of the corporal, Ganji has his
    eyes on those of the sergeant, looking for the sign of recognition, of
    realization that he has been duped, but he has his blade twisting in the
    sergeant’s chest before the realization comes, and instead of
    comprehension, the sergeant’s eyes suddenly show confusion,
    puzzlement, and remarkably, anger.