Books by R. Blair Savage

    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.

    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
    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 descendants of this
    family line, living throughout the United States
    and internationally.

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    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 many generations
    from Thomas to my grand-children.  The title is;

      A History of Thirteen Generations of a
           Savage Family in America

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

Unless you can determine that you are likely a descendant of Thomas
Savage the Carpenter,  this book 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.

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.

The fifth generation below Thomas the Carpenter is Robinson T. Savage
in western Maryland and the link above right will take you to the page
where I identify several thousand of his descendants.

All the books above are available on

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
Virginia's Eastern Shore during 1607 - 1655

This book is also high quality hardback, 130 pages,

    The 2nd edition of THE  BLACKWATER  SHAFT is now available on   
    Coal mining is dangerous. Actions of the Navy SEALS are heroic. Iranian terrorists are here in
    America. What I hope is an interesting and exciting novel covers several generations of the Dawson
    family. It has suspense, love stories, intrigue, action, high tech, office of the president, Appalachian  
    Mountains, mystery and even a bit of civil war action.

    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
    The stories are timeless.
    Some are serious, some
    humorous, some raucous ---
    all true.
    It's a guy's book and a few
    of the stories are a bit off
    color. The book should not
    be left where children might
    have access to it.

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

    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. A thought flashes 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

Several years ago I asked my older brother, 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.
I want his descendants to know what a special guy he is.

                                                                                Corrections to book #1, Savage Is My Name

Thomas Savage, who lived on the Eastern Shore, in colonial Virginia, by 1632, was the progenitor of the Savage family line enumerated in the book,
SAVAGE IS MY NAME. Readers of the book will find that the line of descent from Thomas Savage to present generations was well documented and
confirmed by DNA, however, based on faulty information, I identified Thomas Savage, the “Carpenter” as the same Thomas Savage who arrived on the
Ship, Ambrose in 1623 and who was the indentured servant to one William Gany. This has proven to be erroneous. We find that the Thomas Savage who
arrived on the Ambrose, died by drowning in 1626. Therefore, of course, he could not have been Thomas Savage, the Carpenter.
The “proof” of Thomas Savage, the “Carpenter” being the same person as Thomas Savage, the “Gany Servant” I took from the July-September, 1963
SHORE by Lundie W. Barlow of Richmond, Virginia. Barlow stated: Thomas Savage (c1606-c1654) first appears in the Virginia records in 1625 as a
servant of Mr. William Gany of Elizabeth City County. He was eighteen years of age and had come to the colony about two years previously. On 14 March
1632/3 he entered into a twenty-one year lease for 100 acres of land on Old Plantation Creek in present Northampton County, being designated therein
as, Thomas Savage, the Carpenter.

At this date, the earliest established record of Thomas Savage, the Carpenter, which I have found, is the 1632 land lease/purchase of 100 acres on Old
Plantation Creek. I have not yet determined the date of his arrival, or his birth, in the Virginia Colony. I now have a document that confirms that Thomas
Savage was a close relative of Ensign Thomas Savage. Were they father and son? I have circumstantial evidence that they might well have been, but I
have not yet proven that. Since he was related to Ensign Savage we can assume that he was from England, or that he was born in Virginia.
Thomas was again identified as “the Carpenter” when in 1642 he was granted a certificate for ten head-rights for which he took a patent in 1646 for the
500 acres along Nassowattox Creek where he lived the remainder of his life. I mistakenly relied upon the accuracy of the Barlow article. That was many
years ago and today I am much more aware of how error-prone some of the published genealogy information can be.

On page 41 the wife of Robinson Savage the 1st. is listed as UNKNOWN. We now have good evidence that her name was Esther Turner.
We also have new evidence that the wife of Thomas Savage II was not Bridget Robinson, but Bridget Kellam, daughter of Richard Kellam and Sarah
Ansley. See page 24.
For additional information on the Turner and Kellam families go to my family tree on or;

I apologize for these errors. A thorough narrative describing the discovery of the tragic drowning of the young Gany Servant, is contained in my follow-up
book, SAVAGE IS MY NAME - PART II. Copies of this book have been sent to the many libraries holding copies of Savage Is My Name.

R. Blair Savage 2-18-2018
In 2015 We Moved again. Here's our current 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      
Me, on the job when I declared it "Cowboy, Cowgirl Day"
in the office and the plant, a long time ago.

In 1977 I asked my mother to record
memories of her early life. In 2019 I edited
he tape, included pictures and put it in
book form. I had copies printed for close
family members and made it available to

all of our extended family.