tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11723204076402034132024-03-05T08:59:02.169-08:00The Light of Our RememberingThe Family History of Michelle BoydUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172320407640203413.post-83126762633773804872015-07-04T02:28:00.002-07:002015-07-04T02:28:51.584-07:0052 Ancestors: Halfway<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>"Week 26 (June 25-July 1) – Halfway: This week marks the halfway point in the year — and the 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks challenge! What ancestor do you have that you feel like you’ve only researched halfway? What ancestor do you feel like takes up half of your research efforts?"</i> (<a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/june-2015-themes-for-52-ancestors/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Sometimes I've felt like I only know my paternal grandmother's ancestors halfway compared to my other ancestors. I easily identified with my Irish, English, Scottish, and Welsh and when I learned of my Ennis lines, I felt a connection with my Dutch, French, and other lines. But it took some time to warm up to my Germans who settled in Russia, for a number of reasons. But that has changed a little as I've researched them and since I visited Germany.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Still, my Germans can be tough to research. When I was a child, the Soviet Union still existed and it was commonly believed that the records for the Volga Germans had been destroyed, that whatever information had been passed down to us was all that we would ever had.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">That's a little discouraging when your great-grandfather says the following (<a href="http://boydhouse.com/leichtling/jacobmahler.html" target="_blank">as mine did</a>):</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"<i>[Regarding his great-grandfather:]</i> DO YOU KNOW WHAT HIS NAME WAS?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">No, I don't know. We don't have much talk about it. So, I don't know what the heck to tell you."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And then, in the late 90s, some years after the fall of the Soviet Union, records started coming forth from the archives. Censuses used to keep track of the settlers and first settlers' lists made their appearance. Great strides have been made in tracing our family. Still, records are more sparse than with, say, my colonial New England and New Netherland ancestors and there's quite a bit of uncertainty.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This is true of my great-grandmother Rose Catherine (Knoll) Mahler's ancestors but it's even more true about my great-grandfather Jacob John Mahler's ancestors. So, for this challenge, I've chosen his parents, <b>Peter and Margaretha (Mueller) Mehler</b>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Peter Mehler was born about 1857 in Leichtling, Saratov, Russia. According to <a href="http://boydhouse.com/leichtling/history.html" target="_blank">"The History of Leichtling,"</a> publish on <a href="http://boydhouse.com/leichtling/" target="_blank">my father's site about Leichtling</a>, "The town of Leightling was founded in the years 1767 by 143 German immigrants. The town was also known as Ilavlya or Rasowka. Leichtling is situated on the hilly side of the Volga, on the left side of the Ilavlya River. The colony was in the province of Saratov, in the district of the city of Kamyshin. It is 131 versts (86 miles) from Saratov, 54 versts (35.8 miles) from Kamyshin, 14 versts (9.3 miles) from Vodyanoi Buyerak (Stephan), 9 versts (6 miles) from Ust-Gryaznukkha (Gobel), 5 versts (3.3 miles) from Panovka (Hildmann), 3 versts (2 miles) from Karaulny Buyerak (Kohler), 17 versts (11.2 miles) from the Volga, and 25 versts 16.7 miles) from the boat landing. A verst is a unit of measurement of about 3500 feet or .6629 miles."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It goes on to say that, "In 1910, the colony had 185 farmyards with 1,836 people. All were Catholics. 295 males and 275 females could read and write. 37 families lived out of town. In 1910, there was no church in the colony. The church services were held in the school. (A new church was built in 1919.) There were two schools. One was a community school, and the other was a national school. The colony had 15 shoemakers, 4 weavers, 2 vatmakers, 2 wheelwrights, 2 carpenters, 1 tailor, and 2 musicians. The town had a small store, a tobacco shop, an oil mill, and a flour mill.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A map of the Volga German colonies (Leichtling is on the left side of the map, to the right of the Ilawla River)<br />Map by <a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Volga_German_area.gif#/media/File:Volga_German_area.gif" target="_blank">Chipppy, Wikimedia Commons</a></span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The community land use divided an area of 5,193 desyatinas. 5,117 desyatinas were used for farm land, 80 desyatinas were used for vegetable gardens, 11 desyatinas were used for the threshing floor, 50 desyatinas was used for hay lands, 154 desyatinas was used for forest, and the rest was used for animal grazing. One half of the land was black earth or soil, and the other half was clay loam and gravel. The land was hilly and divided by two valleys. In the fields were two drinking places or dams for the animals. The big road from Saratov to Astrakan went through the colony. The residents still sold their grain in Kamyshin. The residents of Leichtling paid 4,661 rubles in taxes." (Earlier, it stated that 10 desyatinas was about 27 acres.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">According to Great-Grandpa, Peter was the son of Nicholas and Margaret Meler. A Nikolaus Meler is found in Leichtling census records and through these censuses, we can trace Nikolaus' paternal line: parents Georg and Elisabeta (Teil) Meler, grandparents Friedrich and Agnesia (Treghtsen) Meler, and great-grandparents Franz and Margareta (Ewald) Meler. From there, I've been able to trace Franz and Margareta into Germany itself (<a href="http://mabfamilyhistory.blogspot.com/2015/02/52-ancestors-so-far-away.html" target="_blank">see this post for details</a>). I haven't been able to find any Treghtsens but I've found <a href="http://oliveandeliza.com/mahler/mahler/teil.html" target="_blank">possibilities for the Teil family</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As for Margaretha, Great-Grandpa called her Margaret Miller. However, she appears on church records as Margareta Mueller, so he probably anglicized her name after years in America. <a href="http://oliveandeliza.com/mahler/mahler/mueller.html" target="_blank">There were several Mueller families</a>, including Franz Meler, who early on in the records, appears as a Mueller. But I rule any of the families out or exclude the idea of her coming from another village. Of all my great-great-grandparents, Margaretha is the only one whose parents are unknown. This makes her my most recent brickwall ancestor.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The time in which they lived was a time of great change for the Volga Germans. The website <a href="http://www.volgagermans.net/norka/privileges.html" target="_blank">Norka, A German Colony in Russia</a> explains, "In 1871, many of the privileges originally provided to the Volga Germans when they first settled in Russia where withdrawn. The decline of the Russian German community started with the reforms of Alexander II. In 1871, he repealed the open door immigration policy of his ancestors, effectively ending any new German immigration into the Empire...The Russian nationalism that took root under Alexander III served as a justification for eliminating in 1871 the bulk of the tax privileges enjoyed by Russian Germans, and after 1874 they were subjected to military service...The resulting disaffection motivated many Russian Germans, especially members of traditionally dissenting churches, to emigrate to the United States and Canada, while many Catholics chose Brazil and Argentina."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">While settlers from colonies like Herzog and Graf, my great-grandmother's family's colonies followed this pattern, Leichtling residents don't seem to have done the same. The History of Leichtling states, "In 1910, the emigration to foreign countries was limited to two families who moved to the Caucasus in 1861, 12 families who moved to Samara in 1884, and 6 families who moved to South America in 1886." The Norka site states, "Many Germans remained in Russia, particularly those who had done well, as Russia began to industrialise in the late 19th century."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">While the Mehlers seem to have been involved in agriculture still, they owned land and had the use of farm machinery, as seen in <a href="http://boydhouse.com/leichtling/jacobmahler.html" target="_blank">Great-Grandpa's interview</a>:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"...WHAT DID YOUR GRANDFATHER DO? WAS HE A FARMER TOO?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Oh, he had, I don't know how many. He had a lot of land. Oh ya, he gave my father a section of land, five-hundred and some acres. That's what we got and we got a pair of oxen and four head of horses, cows, sheep, hogs, chicken, anything and that's what I got my father from his dad, that's what he got from his dad.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My father, he was an inspector. He was a man, find out what the world does. Now here, they had a section of land or more and you know we bought machinery and out there the neighbors, I, and the machine. On a machine, we harvest, we scythe it, we plant our seed, we farm a farm. And I used my machine, whatever it was and the neighbors used it but they had four or five men and they helped me."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But eventually, the Mehlers too felt the neccessity of leaving. Peter and Margaretha sent son John to America. Later, Jacob arrived in Baltimore, Maryland 14 July 1913 aboard a steamship (<i>S.S. Koln</i>) from Bremen, Germany. A daughter, Magdalina (Mehler) Mildenberger, also immigrated. But the parents and a sister Barbra (called "die Younge, the little one" by Jacob) were still living in Leichtling when the Communist Revolution took place and Russia became the Soviet Union.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><a href="http://www.volgagermans.net/norka/revolution_1917.html" target="_blank">The Norka website</a> describes the situation, "The Russian Bolshevik Revolution occured in October 1917 abolishing private ownership in land and property and forever changing the country and life of the colonists in Norka. Many Volga Germans were consider kulaks - a category of relatively affluent and well-endowed farmers. According to Marxism-Leninism, the kulaks were a class enemy of the poorer peasants. Many farmers and communists were killed, fields were burned, and many privately owned operations were destroyed. This often caused pronounced hunger and created large problems in agriculture and the economy of the new Soviet Union."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><a href="http://cvgs.cu-portland.edu/history/revolution/revolt_koehler_1918.cfm" target="_blank">Alexander Schmidtlein</a> elaborated, "For Russia, the war followed a disastrous course with Germany winning one battle after another. The search began for a scapegoat. Wherever one went, on trains or in crowded streets, the question could be heard: "Who is responsible for this disaster." The government circulated reports that it was the Germans living in Russia who were responsible. "We have too many Germans among us. They betray us! And the Tsarina is surely one of them."...With no weapons the Volga Germans colonists could do little to protect themselves.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">During this period of anarchy, the economy broke down altogether. Transportation was no longer functioning. Sugar ran out and there was no more lamp oil to light homes. Prices spiraled upward with wheat prices increasing tenfold in only a few months. The Bolsheviks took advantage of these circumstances, promising farmers sugar and oil if they would organize into soviets. But the soviets must represent the poor and this largely meant those who did not work. Respectable working farmers and craftsman were to be left out even though they were far from rich. Those who should get the power would of course be answerable to the Bolsheviks whether it was popular with the other villagers or not. Anyone speaking out against the soviet agitators risked being branded to the district soviet as a counter-revolutionary and faced being hauled before the Revolutionary tribunal. We all knew very well what that meant."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The Mahler children in America attempted to get the rest of the family out. They sent them money so they could join them in America. Peter and Margaretha and the rest of the family only made it as far as the border, however, when the money was taken from them. They were forced to return to Leichtling.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Things quickly broke down in Leichtling. One Leichtling resident, <a href="http://boydhouse.com/leichtling/Lang_letters/letter_10.html" target="_blank">Michael Lang</a> wrote, "...rumors or communistic activities stirred up rebellion among the farmers and civilians. Many were killed and the rest were forced to yield to the communistic demands. If not they would lose all their property and perhaps also be shot. A little later they came to our village. The villagers were organized. Since our village was the county seat the communist had their head quarters there. Five villages belonged to this section. From here they went to the other villages and demanded a certain tax from the farmers. If the farmer said he was unable to pay so much he was struck and kicked or imprisoned. Our parish secretary was the predecessor of the communists. When they wished to eat they would go to a farmer and demand food for so many men, but they paid nothing. The dissatisfaction was increasing between the farmers and the commies. The most of the solders who had fought in the war sided with the farmers. When the communists saw that, they grew furious and listed 60 men as having conspired against the government. Conspirators were shot. Such was communist law. When the farmers and the soldiers who had been in war heard this they organized 7 or 8 villages to fight the communists because they said they would shoot God out of the church. The communists began to draft the younger boys about July 1918. As these didn't want to go they were imprisoned. This was the firebrand for the insurrection. They had said no mobilizing. Now the 8 villages formed a compact that at a designated time every farmer and soldier would come to Leichtling where the Communists had their head quarters. This happened. Armed with guns, spades, and pitchforks they entered our village...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">At the same time the communists had placed a guard around our village and as the other villagers drew near our place the guard fired a few shots and then disappeared. Now the crowds entered the village and drew near the courthouse. When they arrived there the communist leader appeared and shot a man. He was shot immediately. It was terrible. The soldiers and men of our village joined the others and they were forced to tell where the communist lived and these were either shot or killed. Now it was day and if the communist was seen the church bells would ring so that the people would congregate and the commie killed. This butchery lasted 3 days."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">According to <a href="http://cvgs.cu-portland.edu/history/revolution/revolt_koehler_1918.cfm" target="_blank">Verschollene Heimat an der Wolga by Edmund Imherr</a>, "Uprisings in the Volga region were not unheard of during the Russian Civil War...However, none were comparable in scale or brutality to what happened in Köhler and Leichtling where on the first day alone 96 Bolsheviks and their sympathizers lost their lives. And that was only the beginning as many more deaths followed." The History of Leichtling states, "In 1912 the population was 2,535. By 1926 then population had declined by 1,330."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Peter was shot to death during this period on the steps of the Catholic church in Leichtling, Saratov, Russia by the Bolsheviks.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The 1920s in the Volga region saw famine. <a href="http://www.volgagermans.net/norka/famine_1920s.html" target="_blank">The Norka website</a> explains, "The Volga Germans experienced periodic famines caused by both natural and man-made causes. The famine in the early 1920s stemmed from both causes, but was made much worse by the actions of the communist regime." A second major famine took place in the 1930s.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><a href="http://www.volgagermans.net/norka/famine_1930s.html" target="_blank">The Norka website</a> continues, "In 1928, Stalin launched his first five-year plan, which was an ambitious attempt to boost industrialization in the Soviet Union. The plan was to double steel output and triple both pig iron and tractor production within five years. The investment for industrialization was to come from the agricultural sector through collective farms. The aim was to create modern 'socialist agro-towns' which would produce massively increased yields. The collectivization campaign, which began in 1929, was violent, brutal and sudden...The peasants violently resisted collectivization through armed rebellions, and destroying crops and livestock. Stalin's response was draconian. All collective land, agricultural produce and implements were declared state property and anyone guilty of destroying or damaging them was to be shown no mercy. Peasants were forbidden to leave the countryside without permission while rich peasants (kulaks) were expelled and killed or sent to labor camps. Agricultural production fell by 40 percent...Famine ensued. On average, the peasants were left with a third less grain than they had between 1926 and 1930."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The spring of 1932 and 1933 were brutal: "Vasily Grossman, a Soviet writer recorded: 'When the snow melted true starvation began. People had swollen faces and legs and stomachs. They could not contain their urine...And now they ate anything at all. They caught mice, rats, sparrows, ants, earthworms. They ground up bones into flour, and did the same thing with leather and shoe soles; they cut up old skins and furs to make noodles of a kind and they cooked glue. And when the grass came up, they began to dig up the roots and ate the leaves and the buds, they used everything there was; dandelions, and burdocks and bluebells and willowroot, and sedums and nettles...'</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">...The famine which struck the Soviet Union in the winter of 1932-33 was unlike 1921 and appears to be instigated by Soviet leader Joseph Stalin whose main goal was to force farmers into collectivization. It is estimated that between 2 and 7 million people died from this man-made famine in Russia." (Norka website)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Margaretha died of starvation in about 1934 in Leichtling, Saratov, Russia. Adam Kreiger, Barbra's husband, was forced at some point to serve in the Soviet Army. This could be brutal service and his chances of survival would have been low. Barbra’s fate is unknown.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">How do we know what happened to the family left behind in the Soviet Union? Because of the secrecy of the Soviet government, letters going to America were heavily censored with anything objectionable blacked out. The Germans in Russia sent potentially objectionable news to their relatives in America by writing it on the envelope instead of the letter and covering it with the stamp. The recipient would then steam off the stamp and read the real news. The Mahler children in America, who had been working with the Red Cross to try and get their family out of the USSR, learned of their parents’ deaths in this manner.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As for the other children, while they did experience the Great Depression and World War II, they they found safe, relatively secure lives in America. Magdelina Mary Mehler married Joseph Andrew Mildenberger before she left Russia. She died in 1953 in Ovid, Colorado. John Mehler married Catherine Monhieser in 1938 in Denver, Colorado and became a foundry worker. He lived to 1962. To my knowledge, they did not have children of their own.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Jacob John Mahler married Rose Catherine Knoll in 1921 in Denver. He farmed sugar beets in Colorado. After his crops froze and his farm was lost, he worked at an iron smelter, then in public service, both in Denver. Unless Barbra somehow survived revolution, famine, and deportation to Siberia, Kazakhstan, and other remote locations during World War II, Jacob was the longest lived of his siblings, dying in 1988 in Denver. He also left nine children and they and their descendants may possibly be the only descendants of Peter and Margaretha.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Next week's challenge from <a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/july-2015-themes-for-52-ancestors/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>: "Week 27 (July 2-8) – Independent: This is the week for Independence Day! Which one fought for (or against) America’s independence? Or which of your ancestors was independent?" From the Russian Revolution to the American Revolution...the next challenge will feature an ancestor who fought as a patriot on both land and sea. You also see a connection between this particular ancestor and Captain Jack Sparrow...not kidding! Happy Fourth!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172320407640203413.post-88076232903466911232015-06-23T16:11:00.001-07:002015-06-23T16:11:10.334-07:0052 Ancestors: Old Homestead<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>"Week 25 (June 18-24) – The Old Homestead: Have you visited an ancestral home? Do you have photos of an old family house? Do you have homesteading ancestors?"</i> (<a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/june-2015-themes-for-52-ancestors/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I've been able to visit a couple of old ancestral homes. There was the old home in Lough Gur, Ireland, where ancestor Maurice Hickey left for America. Nearby that is an overgrown mound where an even older home once stood. I've been to the ruins of Musbury Castle, home of the Drakes. But for this entry, I'll write about Samuel and Pamelo (Wishaw) Green and their home. When I was living in Orem, their home wasn't far away. I'd go up State Street, headed toward the Mount Timpanogos Temple, and see a restaurant called the Purple Turtle. It's kind of hard to miss--it does sort of look like a purple turtle. The Green home still stands in good condition in the neighborhood behind the restaurant.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Samuel Green was born 28 October 1831 in Claverley, Shropshire, England, the first child of William Henry and Mary (Bennett) Green. Of Claverly, my mother wrote, "The town of Claverley is a beautiful town of half-timbered buildings. The parish church of Claverley is an ancient one, and has an interesting series of wall paintings of five pairs of knights on horseback, which dates back to about 1200. A Saxon font which dates to the late 7th century is found in the church, along with a Norman font. Claverley was owned by Leofric, Earl of Mercia, whose wife, Lady Godiva, is associated with the famous legend."</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A frieze inside the church<br /><span style="font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Photo by Alice C. Boyd, 1992</span></span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Samuel's father was a laborer, which meant that the family often had to move from town to town so he could find work. According to Melissa Green Manwill, “The Green family started shifting around to find employment, first in Gloucestershire and Staffordshire. At an early age Samuel and John shifted for themselves, seeking employment. Later they joined their father. William Henry and wife had already heard the missionaries and were anxious to have the two boys home with them so they could all embrace the gospel at the same time. They were all baptized on January 11, 1850. Mary Bennett was baptized in 1849." (Life of John Green) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Samuel was nineteen when he was baptized. A couple of years later, in 1852, they attempted to make the trip to gather to Utah. “Arriving at Liverpool, William deposited 6,000 shillings to pay for their transportation to America. After making all arrangements, they were told that the sea was rough and dangerous and that no ships would sail before the middle of January. The only thing William could do was rent a small place and wait. The Green family was assigned to sail on the Ellen Maria, but the Captain informed them that only Samuel would be able to go. Having no desire to sail alone, Samuel sold his ticket to another passenger and he remained to travel with his dear family.” </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The Green family crossed the Atlantic in the <i>Elvira Owen</i> in 1853. Green family members are listed as having been in the Cyrus Wheelock Company, crossing the plains to Utah. Samuel is not listed and it's uncertain how or when he crossed after the ocean voyage, though he may he crossed with his family after all.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">John Brown, the Church agent in charge of emigrating Saints gave the family advice which would lead them to their future home: “While journeying, Brother John Brown told the Green family about the beautiful Utah Valley, with its groves of cottonwood trees and sparkling streams of fresh water. "It would be an ideal spot to call home", said Elder Brown.” After a short rest in Salt Lake for a short time, they traveled south to Utah Valley, where they helped settle Pleasant Grove, Utah. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Pleasant Grove and Lindon, looking east toward Mount Timpanogos (part of the <br />Wasatch Range)<br />Photo by <a href="http://www.panoramio.com/photo/26581304" target="_blank">André Bonacin, Panaramio</a></span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My mother wrote, "The Fort had just been completed, and the family lived inside the Fort in their covered wagon. Later a one-room house was built inside the Fort Square." They underwent hardships. In 1855, the infamous crickets returned and destroyed the crops. The Green had to survive on sego, thistle, and red-root. (I would later student teach at Sego Lily Elementary in Lehi at the north of the valley, named after the Utah state flower that kept my family and other settlers alive.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Pamelo Comes to Pleasant Grove</span></h4>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Meanwhile, Samuel's future wife, Pamelo Wishaw was born April 14, 1841, at Worcester, Worcester, England, the daughter of James Frederick Wishaw and Maryann Merrick. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The Wishaws were living in Birmingham were living there by the time Pamelo was two and she was christened 27 January 1845 at St. Martin's Parish in Birmingham. James was a fishmonger who died when Pamelo was six. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Pamelo and her mother and siblings moved in with her maternal parents, James and Elizabeth (Bumford) Meyrick, in Ludlow, Shropshire. Here, they met some Mormon elders, and were baptized in the River Teme in 1849. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">At the age of twelve, Pamelo was orphaned when her mother died of dysentery. Her grandparents then raised her and her siblings. At the age of fourteen, the Meyricks and their orphaned grandchildren came to America aboard the ship <i>Sanders Curling</i>. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">They and the other members of their company received divine help in their voyage: “Elder Peter Reid, who emigrated to America as a passenger in the Samuel Curling, in 1855, and who now resides in Sixteenth Ward, Salt Lake City, told the writer some time ago that the ship encountered several storms in her passage across the Atlantic, but that she passed safely through them all. In the midst of one of these storms the captain got somewhat disheartened, and declared to Brother Barlow, the president of the company of emigrants, that he, in his long experience as a seafaring man, had never encountered a worse one; he then added that the tempest had not reached its highest point yet, but that the next half hour would be worse still. Brother Barlow, in reply, told the captain that the storm was nearly over, and would not increase in violence. This bold remark of Brother Barlow made the captain angry, as he thought he knew more about the weather and the sea than anyone else on board; but on going into his cabin to examine his barometer and other nautical instruments, he found that Brother Barlow was right; the storm abated almost immediately. Elder Barlow afterwards told some of the Saints that while the storm was raging he saw the ship surrounded by scores of angels, who stood in a circle around it with joined hands. This was a testimony to the Saints that the Lord was watching over the ship, and that there was no danger.” (Millennial Star, Vol XVII, pp. 280, 397, 399, 423, 459, 461, 490)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">They traveled across the plains with the Captain Milo Andrus Company and the trip was difficult for Pamelo. Her uncle, John Meyrick, recorded upon her arrival in the Salt Lake Valley that, “Pemlow has been very sick of the mountain fever. Most of the hair has come out of her head.” They arrived in the Great Salt Lake Valley on October 24, 1855. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Twenty-six year old Samuel married seventeen Pamelo Wishaw in August 28, 1858 and had sixteen children. Of these children, Samuel James, William Henry, Charles Edward, Mary Ella, Herman, Joseph Erving, Alfred Ray, and Susie Josephine lived to adulthood. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The family found themselves in the middle of the Black Hawk War in 1863. This was probably before the house I'm describing was built but this incident took place where Samuel and Pamelo were living, though some sources say this battle took place at the home of John Green, Samuel’s brother. Regarding the battle at Pleasant Grove, Utah, William H. Seegmiller said: "On the evening of April 12, 1863 we camped at Pleasant Grove, Utah County. We had been camped but a short time when a band of Indians, probably fifty, under the leadership of Little Soldier, came to our camp and inquired if we were Americats. We answered no, and he then asked if we knew where the Americats were camped; we told them that we did not know. They then said: "We find them." They passed on down the street towards the center of town. Some of Brigadier General Connor's command from Fort Douglas were in town...Soon we heard a loud report and learned that Connor's men had found out that the Indians were coming for them, and had shot a Howitzer, a small cannon, at them as they were turning south to where the soldiers were located. We were informed that the soldiers went to Samuel Green's house on the east side of the road and asked the people to leave, which they did in a hurry. The soldiers then went into the house, pulled their cannon in with them, pulled up some of the floor and got under it, leaving their wagons in the road and their mules and horses were in a corral on the west side of the street. The Indians dared not follow the troops into the house, but shot into it through the door and window, peppering the back wall with bullets. When the Indians saw they could not successfully rout the soldiers or kill them, they turned their attention to booty. But when the soldiers saw they were going to lose their horses they fired a charge of grape shot from their cannon into the corral at their animals, preferring to kill them to letting the Indians get them. They killed and maimed some; the Indians got those not hurt and loaded them with blankets and supplies, and struck for the mountains very much pleased with their success."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">About Samuel</span></h4>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">About Samuel Green, my mother wrote, "Samuel Green was a hard-working man, and became one of the prosperous farmers of Pleasant Grove. Timpanogos Town describes Samuel Green as "a farmer who brought forth some of the biggest crops per acre in fertile Utah Valley". Samuel worked for the Utah Sugar Company as a Utah County field agent for many years. Samuel Green was an elected member of the Pleasant Grove City Council. He was ordained a High Priest and was an active Church member."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The History of William Henry Green records, “Those who remember Samuel Green recall him as a man who stood upright, had square shoulders, was of medium height and of slender appearance. His hair was heavy and ruddy brown. He wore a full beard and mustache. Samuel Green was a quiet man and a thinker, but not a conversationalist; two stories from out of his life describe his personality. At one time the family grocery account at the Pleasant Grove Mercantile was getting rather high in the mind of the proprietor, William L. Hayes. It was the custom for townsfolk to charge the few items they had to buy at the store from one harvest season to another, and then settle the account as cattle "came off" the mountain or the yield of the farms was "in". The Green family followed this practice. William Hayes spoke with Samuel Green about the bill, to which Samuel replied, "I pay my bills."The other incident was a remark by one of Samuel Green's associates: "Sam Green doesn't say much, but he sure keeps up a hell of a thinking." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“...Samuel Green and Pamelo Wishaw enjoyed their family. They were hospitable and generous with their grandchildren. Grandpa Green is remembered as having favored little girls, probably because he lost so many of his own small daughters.” (History of William Henry Green) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The History of the William Henry Green Family describes Pamelo: “Pamelo Wishaw Green was fairly short and had a round face. Her eyes were deep set and her hair was dark. In dress she was neat and clean; but it was the gaiety of her spirit and the generosity of her nature that is remembered. Pamelo was a faithful church member. It was her practice for many years to see to it that flowers from her beautiful garden were taken to the chapel each Sunday morning to help create a spiritual atmosphere.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Howard R. Driggs (<i>Timpangos Town</i>) recorded: "In a certain town lived a helpful lady whom everyone called Aunt Pamelo. Every Sunday she would bring a beautiful home-grown bouquet to place on the stand at church. Whenever there was a wedding or a funeral, she expressed her heart through flowers. At one time the Superintendent of the Sunday School expressed appreciation for her gift to help cheer the day. He said, "Aunt Pamelo, how can you grow such beautiful flowers all year?" "Oh, I just love flowers," she replied, "And I think they love me."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Pamelo also "provided an organ and an accordian for her musically talented children." ("Utah State Historical Society Structure/Site Information Form: Green, Samuel, House," National Park Service, April 1987.)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">She was remembered as a good cook, and made “gooseberry pies which her children remembered into their adulthood. Stewed tomatoes heated with morsels of bread, and diced onions in bread and milk are dishes she made and ones still served on the tables of her descendants.”(The History of the William Henry Green Family)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Here is one of the recipes, as it has been passed down to me:</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Pamelo Wishaw Green's Gooseberry Pie</span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">1 pint fresh gooseberries</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Remove the stems from the berries. Put them in a saucepan with the sugar, and water, if needed. Cook until softened. Cool. Pour into an unbaked pie crust. Cover with the top crust. Slash and bake in a hot oven, about 450 degrees for about 25 minutes, until browned.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In about 1870, the Greens built a two-story soft-rock house, then near the south and east walls of the Grove Fort, by then abandoned. This home is now located at 264 East 299 South in Pleasant Grove, is well preserved with minor alterations, and is listed on the National Register of Historic Homes. Pamelo, of course, planted her beautiful flowers around this home.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">According to the Utah State Historical Society, "Built c. 1870, the Samuel Green House is a two-story soft-rock vernacular house with a hall-parlor plan and a gable roof. The only clearly visible alteration on the exterior is the two-story front porch that was added in 1985, It is a compatible addition that does not significantly detract from the original integrity of the house. The house has a symmetrical three-bay facade with a central door flanked by six-over-six double-hung windows. There are plain wooden lintels over the door and windows. There is a small cross gable centered over the second story door. A full length porch was added to the main and second floor in 1985, though historically there was never was a porch on the house. The west and east ends are asymmetrically pierced with windows, and there is a 1-story, gabled roof ell extension to the south. The walls of that rear extension, which are also constructed of soft-rock, have been stuccoed and scored to imitate ashlar. A concrete porch with chamfered wooden posts is located on the west side of this ell. On the east side is a lean-to addition (date unknown). Attached to the south side of that lean-to is a small concrete block room with a gable roof. Judging from its appearance, it was probably built in the 1940s or '50s.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"The Green house appears as the original except for the porch; all windows and much of the glass are original, and the interior also maintains its integrity. Some woodwork has been replaced and a fireplace mantle has been inserted in the living room. All the other rooms remain unaltered. A bathroom and kitchen were added c.1955. There is a small frame outbuilding behind the house that does not contribute to the signicance of the property." ("Utah State Historical Society Structure/Site Information Form: Green, Samuel, House," National Park Service, April 1987.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This report goes on to describe the significance of the house: "Built c. 1870, the Samuel Green House is one of the 13 buildings included in the Pleasant Grove Soft-rock Buildings Thematic Resource nomination. Soft-rock buildings are signficant because they help document the distinctive regional diversity found in nineteenth-century building stones in Utah. They also represent a distinct phase of the building construction industry in the Pleasant Grove area. Mormon community building in the Great Basin West rested upon the dual principles of order and permanence, and the grid-iron town plan and the use of stone as an early building material have become important symbols of Mormon settlement values. A great variety of local stones were used throughout the state, and the soft and easily worked tufa stone, popular in Pleasant Grove between about 1865 to 1900, remains one of the most distinctive. About 130 soft-rock buildings were known to have once stood in Pleasant Grove, yet there are only 13 well preserved examples today. Most of the earlier buildings, constructed during the 1850s and '60s, were made of adobe, which was easily made and worked. As fired brick became more available and fashionable during the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, it replaced soft-rock as the dominant local building material. The remaining soft-rock buildings are important examples of a local architectural tradition and contribute to an understanding of the regional diversity of Utah's early architectural history."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Pamelo died January 10, 1907. She had struggled with asthma before pressurized inhalers and anti-infammatory asthma treatments had been developed: “For many years she slept propped up by pillows and was ever seeking relief through the patent medicines the traveling drug salesmen brought to town. She died of the ailment at 9:00 a.m. on January 10, 1907, at 65 years of age.” (The History of the William Henry Green Family)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Their son Joseph and his family then moved in to the house to take care of Samuel. “A family incident occurred when the family of Joseph Green was living at the Samuel Green home to care for the aged Grandfather. Their eldest son, a boy of about seven, became irked at something and announced he was going to run away from home. His absence did not cause his parents concern until nightfall; a neighborhood hunt did not locate the boy. Then Grandpa Green "thought like a boy" and looked under the granary. There he found the sleeping lad.” (History of William Henry Green) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Samuel died in 1910: “On the day before his death, Susie Josephine Green Robison and her eight year-old son visited Samuel Green. While standing on a chair, the little boy recited "Little Orphan Annie" to his Grandpa, whereat the elderly gentleman tried unsuccessfully to find a nickel in his packet. "Come tomorrow and I'll have a nickel for you," said Grandpa Green, but he was unable to keep his promise. At 7:20 a.m. on January 18, 1910, the 78 year-old man was sitting in a favored kitchen chair playing with his grandchildren when death came.” (History of William Henry Green) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"They both lay in state, after death, in the large living room of the house they built and shared for almost 40 years." ("Utah State Historical Society Structure/Site Information Form: Green, Samuel, House," National Park Service, April 1987.) Samuel and Pamelo (Wishaw) Green are both buried in the Pleasant Grove Cemetery, less than a mile away from their home, at 500 North Main.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In the late 1980s, it was reported that, "The house has remained in family ownership and care, but through the years the acreage around it has been sold for building lots. After Samuel, the house was owned and occupied by a daughter, Susie Josephine Green Robinson, until 1941. A granddaughter of Samuel, Leah Millar, owned and occupied the soft-rock house until her death in 1980. Now a great granddaughter, Michele Draper, and her husband, Kevin, have purchased and are occupying the house. In 1985, Michele and Kevin added a two-story porch across the front of the house. The second level was built with a door that would have opened onto an upper porch level, though the porch was never actually built." ("Utah State Historical Society Structure/Site Information Form: Green, Samuel, House," National Park Service, April 1987.)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">For more information on Samuel and Pamelo and their home, see:</span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My mother's well-written bios on <a href="http://www.boydhouse.com/alice/Green/green02samuelgreen.htm" target="_blank">Samuel</a>, <a href="http://www.boydhouse.com/alice/Green/green03pamelowishaw.htm" target="_blank">Pamelo</a>, and <a href="http://www.boydhouse.com/alice/Green/green01contents.htm" target="_blank">their ancestors and descendants</a></span></li>
<li><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samuel_Green_House" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Wikipedia entry on the house</span></a></li>
<li><a href="http://pdfhost.focus.nps.gov/docs/NRHP/Text/87000827.pdf" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Utah State Historical Society Structure/Site Information Form: Green, Samuel, House (PDF)</span></a></li>
<li><a href="http://pdfhost.focus.nps.gov/docs/NRHP/Photos/87000827.pdf" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Photographs accompanying the form (PDF)</span></a></li>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Next week's challenge from <a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/june-2015-themes-for-52-ancestors/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>: <i>"Week 26 (June 25-July 1) – Halfway: This week marks the halfway point in the year — and the 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks challenge! What ancestor do you have that you feel like you’ve only researched halfway? What ancestor do you feel like takes up half of your research efforts?"</i> This challenge will take us to the beginnings of Soviet Russia, to my most recent brick wall ancestor.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172320407640203413.post-19989065970200194492015-06-17T22:42:00.001-07:002015-06-17T22:42:32.691-07:0052 Ancestors: Heirloom<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>"Week 24 (June 11-17) – Heirloom: What heirloom do you treasure? Who gave it to you? What heirloom do you wish you had?"</i> (<a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/june-2015-themes-for-52-ancestors/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So, this week is the first week of a remodel...yep, fun. It will be worth it in the end, it will be worth it in the end, it will be worth it in the end... But I did want to take time to share my heirloom because it has a nice story.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Here is my heirloom:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Nice, huh?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It didn't look so stately and lovely as it does now when it came to me. I had taken a week-long break from grad school in Utah and returned home to California to help my mother. Fortunately, I had finished my coursework and was working on my project and my internship supervisor was very supportive. Grandma's care had become such that she needed to move into an assisted living facility. My task during my break was to help Mom clean Grandma's house and hold a garage sale for Grandma to sell what Grandma couldn't use or couldn't find a home with family. It was tough--I think I'd rather go through more of this remodeling than relive that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">During the garage sale at the end of the week, the bookcase was brought down from the attic and put in the garage to be tagged. No one paid it any attention. No one tried to negotiate for it. No one wanted it. It looked old and tired, covered in scuff marks and likely not worth much.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But Mom recognized it from better days. It was Grandpa's bookcase.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The <a href="http://www.boydhouse.com/alice/Carey/carey05childrenofjohncareyjr.htm" target="_blank">short bio about him on her website</a> states that <b>James Aloysius Carey</b> "was born February 7, 1920 in San Francisco, California. He was an Eagle Scout. Jim attended U.C. Berkeley on a scholarship, majoring in chemical engineering. He served as an artillery spotter in World War II, and received the Bronze Star for bravery. He married Beulah Green, and had four children: Charles, Alice, Raymond, and William. Jim worked for the Bank of America as a computer research consultant, and played a pioneering role in establishing computer systems for the bank. He died October 22, 1992, in San Francisco."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Grandpa was a quiet guy, though he did have a sense of humor, which many of his descendants seem to have inherited. And he was very smart. He'd keep a yellow tablet at his place at the head of the table when it wasn't set for dinner, along with a very sharp No. 2 pencil, and work out complex equations there in his free time.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Grandpa at his usual spot at the table<br />From left to right: Ray, Charlie, Grandma, Grandpa, Bill<br />Photo by my mother</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He had a talent for finding out information. If he needed to build a brick wall, even though he hadn't done so before, he would look up how to in a book (remember, he died before the Internet was broadly used) and make one of the best brick walls any of us had ever seen. Once my mother, then working as a children's librarian, was helping a child find the state fish of Hawaii. She had exhausted the library's resources and had called Grandpa up. Not long after he returned the call and let her know that he had found its name--it was the humuhumunukunukuapua'a.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He would entertain me and my brother with science gadgets (such as a ball clock) and experiments. One time, he showed me how to calculate my average step length, then hooked a pedometer to me and had me bounce on a trampoline for a couple of minutes. We then calculated how many steps I would have to take to equal what the pedometer had registered from all that bouncing. As much as I disliked math in school, I enjoyed that special story problem!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">We went with my grandparents on several trips. My first trip to Disneyland was with them. They took us to Carmel-by-the-Sea and the Monterey Bay Aquarium. We went to their friends' farm and stayed over and I was able to ride a pony, collect peacock feathers, and feed chickens. Grandpa also introduced me to big band, Victor Borge, and Spike Jones.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And the books! There were books everywhere in my grandparents' house, in every room, except maybe the bathroom (keep a book where it might get dirty and wet! gasp!). There were several bookcases but not enough--there are never enough bookcases for Careys! I recently saw an idea on Pinterest about using stacks of books as decoration on the sides of a staircase. The pinner praised it as a novel idea (argh...now I see the pun...groan) but to me it reminded me of Grandpa. There were books piled up on the steps up to the attic. The majority were non-fiction. There was some fiction, particularly of the James Michener sort. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Thanksgiving at Grandma and Grandpa's<br />(note yet another bookcase in the corner)<br />Left to right: Grandma, Adam, Andrea, me, Mom, Grandpa, Ray, Bill</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I remember as a child poring over books when I visited, which was often. My particular favorite was a book that showed wide variety of objects and labeled every part, some of the part names being pretty obscure. He also had a nice, very complete encyclopedia. In the time before the Internet, pulling a random volume and reading on a random subject was an especially effective way to learn widely.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As I said before, there were several bookcases. But the bookcase in question was an especially nice one and it had been Grandpa's boyhood bookcase. Apparently, he also had two beds in his room--one for sleeping, one that held the overflow from the bookcase.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Well, here it was, in sad condition, at a garage sale. And Mom seemed pretty sad about it. But then she suggested that if I wanted it, maybe we wouldn't have to sell it. I don't know what it was about that old, beat-up bookcase that made me want to take a chance on it. Maybe that it had been Grandpa's. Maybe that it was a bookcase and anything that could hold so many stories and knowledge must be special, even if it was scuffed and worn. Maybe it was the architectural details that hinted of past beauty. But I ended up putting a Sold tag on it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The garage sale traffic ebbed and flowed throughout the day and in the quieter moments, I began to wipe the bookcase down with lemon furniture oil. The wood was thirsty, sucking in the oil as fast as I could put it down. But then as the wood began to suck in the oil it so desperately needed, something wonderful happened. The wood's beauty began to shine forth. It was solid, no laminates or veneers or plywood in it, made probably of mahogany. And it had the patina of decades, glowing with its aged dignity from within. The scuffs lessened under my care and many disappeared until it looked antique but not worn. It was beautiful again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A customer returned and spotted the bookcase, now marked Sold, and lamented that he had not bought it earlier. Others remarked on its beauty. I heard one person offer to buy it "if the other deal fell through." But it was going to stay with the granddaughter who loved books like the grandfather who had once filled it full of books.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Grandpa and my brother<br />Grandpa loved a good nap and a book, as do many of his descendants.</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Right now, the bookcase and I have returned to the family home for the time being, where it's holding some of Mom's special items. But it has traveled with me to Utah and Virginia and has stood in my living room in my Salt Lake and Yorktown apartments. It has held my hardbound illustrated copies of Jane Austen and Tolkien novels, leatherbound works of the Bronte sisters, volumes of the works of latter-day prophets and scriptures and hymns, instuctional design texts, and other beloved books. Whatever it holds, books, statuary, or glass from the Jamestown Glasshouse, I regularly empty its shelves and wipe it down with the oil it needs. And it glows as if from within.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It reminds me of <i>The Touch of the Master's Hand</i> by Myra Brooks Welch:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>’Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Thought it scarcely worth his while</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>To waste much time on the old violin,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>But held it up with a smile:</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>“What am I bidden, good folks,” he cried,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>“Who’ll start the bidding for me?”</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>“A dollar, a dollar”; then, “Two!” “Only two?</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Two dollars, and who’ll make it three?</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Three dollars, once; three dollars, twice;</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Going for three—” But no,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>From the room, far back, a gray-haired man</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Came forward and picked up the bow;</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Then, wiping the dust from the old violin,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>And tightening the loose strings,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>He played a melody pure and sweet</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>As a caroling angel sings.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>The music ceased, and the auctioneer,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>With a voice that was quiet and low,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Said, “What am I bid for the old violin?”</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>And he held it up with the bow.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>“A thousand dollars, and who’ll make it two?</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Two thousand! And who’ll make it three?</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Three thousand, once, three thousand, twice,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>And going, and gone!” said he.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>The people cheered, but some of them cried,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>“We do not quite understand</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>What changed its worth.” Swift came the reply:</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>“The touch of a master’s hand.”</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>And many a man with life out of tune,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>And battered and scarred with sin,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Much like the old violin.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>A “mess of pottage,” a glass of wine,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>A game—and he travels on.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>He’s “going” once, and “going” twice,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>He’s “going” and almost “gone.”</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>But the Master comes, and the foolish crowd</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Never can quite understand</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>The worth of a soul and the change that’s wrought</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>By the touch of the Master’s hand.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">President Boyd K. Packer gave <a href="https://www.lds.org/general-conference/2001/04/the-touch-of-the-masters-hand?lang=eng" target="_blank">a wonderful talk related to this poem</a>. You may want to check it out.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The bookcase reminds me of this poem. It reminds me of Grandpa, a quiet man who had intelligence and humor to spare, particularly if you took the time to know him. And relating it to family history, it makes me think of the relatives of the past, sometimes neglected and passed over by the living and sometimes treasured, their memories preserved and made to live again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Next week's challenge from <a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/june-2015-themes-for-52-ancestors/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>: "Week 25 (June 18-24) – The Old Homestead: Have you visited an ancestral home? Do you have photos of an old family house? Do you have homesteading ancestors?" Yes, and I think it's time to return to Utah--Pleasant Grove to be specific.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172320407640203413.post-61403601082447717072015-06-08T03:47:00.001-07:002015-06-08T03:52:03.271-07:0052 Ancestors: Wedding<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Week 23 (June 4-10) – Wedding: June is time for weddings. Write about a June bride in your family or highlight a favorite wedding photo. Maybe there’s a serial marry-er in the family — that could be a fun post!" (<a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/june-2015-themes-for-52-ancestors/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Mishaps at weddings are all too common. <b>Stephen Hussey</b> and <b>Martha Bunker's</b> wedding back in the 1670s though was packed with multiple mishaps--unusual ones too, at least to modern readers. And it all started with a French privateer looking for a prize.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The wedding took place on 8 October 1676. "Stephen Hussey had sailed to Barnstable, Massachusetts on Cape Cod for the wedding, probably in his own ship. He was described by this time as a wealthy man. On his way home with his bride after the wedding his ship encountered a hostile French privateer laying off Nantucket harbor. The bride was terrified at the sight of the French warship and was fearful that her wedding day might be her last." (Hussey Millennium Manuscript, courtesy of the Gowen Research Foundation, www.llano.net/gowen/hussey_millenium.htm, 2001.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The next mishap seems a bit tame in comparison to nearly being killed by pirates. "The welcoming party on the shore saw the danger, and while watching the drama on the sea, allowed the wedding cake of Martha Bunker Hussey to burn to a char." (Hussey Millennium Manuscript) But I guess those little things add up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So, imagine you're on your way to your wedding and pirates show up and try to kill you. You survive but are probably pretty rattled. And now the wedding cake's charcoal. Can anything else go wrong? Well... "In all the excitement a drunken Indian lounging near the punchbowl accidently broke his whiskey bottle on the bowl allowing a shower of glass splinters to fall into the punchbowl, rendering the contents unfit for the welcoming party." (Hussey Millennium Manuscript)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Yep, welcome to the 1600s. And how did the couple take it? We don't have much insight into Stephen's reaction but Martha's is part of the family story. "All of these unnerving incidents were too much for the bride, and she cried that 'the very heavens and stars were against us.'"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But the marriage happened and they ended up having eight children, seven of whom lived to have weddings of their own.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">To learn more about this couple, see my page at <a href="http://www.boydhouse.com/michelle/hussey/stephenhussey.html" target="_blank">my family's site</a>. I have not yet transferred this information to my <a href="http://oliveandeliza.com/ennis/index.html" target="_blank">Olive and Eliza website</a> but will do so in the future.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Next week's challenge from <a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/june-2015-themes-for-52-ancestors/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>: "Week 24 (June 11-17) – Heirloom: What heirloom do you treasure? Who gave it to you? What heirloom do you wish you had?" This will take us to more present times to meet my grandfather.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172320407640203413.post-18743738710652471362015-06-01T22:09:00.000-07:002015-06-01T22:09:15.039-07:0052 Ancestors: Commencement<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Countless schools will be having their commencement ceremonies around this time. Think not only about school, but also about commencement meaning 'a beginning.'" (<a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/may-2015-themes-for-52-ancestors/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">If you look at my family's history, we don't have a very long history in higher education, which is funny--education is important to my family now. I have worked in higher education as an instructional designer and I have an aunt who teaches college courses.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But so it is. My maternal grandpa attended college but that was interrupted by World War II. He didn't receive a degree, though he went on to become a computing pioneer. I remember him at the dining table writing out math equations on yellow legal pads with very sharp No. 2 pencils for fun and showing us various science experiments. He may not have finished but learning was extremely important to him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Mom graduated from college, then I graduated from college about a decade later, then I graduated from grad school, then Mom graduated from grad school. So, in my direct line, Mom and I were first generation college grad and grad school student respectively. Now, her brother did graduate before her, then went on to grad school before me, and his wife was in grad school before I applied. This was a good thing, since I was able to get some advice from them about applying to grad programs.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">On my Dad's side, my uncle was the known first college grad in a couple of centuries. If you go back to colonial times though, a few of my ancestors were college educated. In England in past centuries, sons of those who could afford it might either inherit property (typically in the case of eldest sons) or be prepared for some suitable occupation. One of these occupations was as a clergy. Preparation for the church involved college, hopefully followed by a "living." In the 1500s and 1600s, some of these college-educated clerics were exposed to Puritan ideas and developed Puritan leanings. In a number of cases, these leanings put their livings in peril. Those who were committed to Puritanism often had to give their parishes up. Their attentions were turned to the more tolerant Netherlands, then America.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Stephen Bachiler</b>, one of these, might have qualified as the subject of the Black Sheep challenge from two weeks ago. According to the Great Migration Project, "Stephen Bachiler led a most interesting life, filled with unusual twists and turns far beyond the norm." But the Roosas and the Quicks won that honor.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Now, it's his second chance. He was among the early college graduates in my family, so he does represent the first kind of commencement mentioned above. He also represents another kind of commencement. While he didn't remain in America, he was the first generation of his family to settle here.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Stephen was born about 1561 and came from South Stoneham, Hampshire, England. He attended Oxford, matriculating at St John’s College on 17 November 1581 and receiving his B.A. about five years later in 1586. In 1587, he became the vicar at Wherwell, Hampshire, England.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">His first wife's name is not known but according to the Great Migration Project, she "was closely related in some way to Reverend John Bate, Bachiler’s successor as vicar of Wherwell." They had six children, sons Nathaniel, Stephen, and Samuel and daughters Deborah, Ann, and Theodate. Supposed sons Francis and Henry, mentioned by Savage, are not proven. A Mary Bachiler, born in 1651 or 1652, was not his daughter, according to Great Migration, but the issue of an adulterous affair between Stephen's last wife and one George Rogers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">According to Great Migration, "Bachiler began his long career of contrariety as early as 1593, when he was cited in Star Chamber for having 'uttered in a sermon at Newbury very lewd speeches tending seditiously to the derogation of her Majesty’s government' [NEHGR 74:319-20]. Upon the accession of James I as King of England, nearly a hundred ministers were deprived of their benefices between the years 1604 and 1609, and among these, as noted above, was Stephen Bachiler [Kenneth Fincham, Prelate as Pastor: The Episcopate of James I (Oxford 1990), p. 326]." Stephen was ejected from his living at Wherwell in 1605.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">That the Bachilers associated with Puritans can be seen in 1621 when Adam Winthrop, Gov. John Winthrop's father, stated, “Mr. Bachelour the preacher dined with us” at Groton. The Great Migration adds, "Although this might conceivably be the younger Stephen Bachiler, who had been ordained as a deacon late in 1613, the man referred to in these records is more likely the elder Stephen. Since he is well recorded as a resident of Newton Stacey both before and after this time, he must have made occasional visits to East Anglia."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It continues, "While at Newton Stacey (a village within the parish of Barton Stacey) Bachiler had managed to incite the parishioners of Barton Stacey to acts that came to the attention of the sheriff, who petitioned for redress to the King in Council; the complaint described Bachiler as “a notorious inconformist” [NEHGR 46:62, citing Domestic Calendar of State Papers, 1635]."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It should be noted that Stephen remarried twice in his sixties. Both of his second and third wives were widows--Christian Weare (married 2 March 1623 in Abbots Ann, Hampshire) and Helena, the widow of Rev. Thomas Mason (married 26 March 1627 also in Abbots Ann).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">At a time when other men were settling into the final decades of their lives, Stephen's life took a dramatic turn. He refused to conform and was dismissed. Like a number of other nonconformists at the time, the Bachiler family ended up in Holland for some time, then came to America. Stephen was seventy-one when he sailed from London 9 March 1632 aboard the <i>William and Francis </i>and arrived in Boston 5 June.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Not all of the Bachilers came with him. Of his children, Deborah (Bachiler) Wing and Theodate (Bachiler) Hussey settled in America. Three sons of daughter Ann (Bachiler) Samborne and Nathaniel, son of his son Nathaniel also came to America at some point, as well.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Here, he was admitted a freeman in Saugus (later called Lynn), Essex, Massachusetts 6 May 1635 and organized a church there. Stephen gained attention soon after settling in Saugus. Four months in, there was a complaint about “some irregularities in his conduct.” On 3 October 1632, at the court at Boston, he was ordered to “forbeare exerciseing his giftes as a pastr or teacher publiquely in or Patent, unlesse it be to those he brought with him, for his contempt of authority, and till some scandles be removed.” What these irregularities and scandals were, I'm not sure.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">On 4 March 1633, he was allowed to preach again. However, about 1635, several members began to leave his congregation and a council of ministers was held on 15 March. The matter was not reconciled and another meeting was scheduled. Stephen told those who had left his congregation to write their grievances, but when they refused, he tried to excommunicate them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The ministers returned to Lynn and decided that “although the church had not been properly instituted, yet the mutual exercise of their religious duties had supplied the defect.” The strife continued and Stephen requested and was granted a dismissal from the congregation for himself and the members who had come with him from England. Stephen continued to preach to those who had come with him. The people of Lynn complained, the magistrates forbade him to continue his ministry, and, in January 1636, he was brought to court in Boston, where he was ordered to leave Lynn within three months. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He is said to have gone to Ipswich, Essex, Massachusetts. In the winter of 1637, traveled with some friends 100 miles on foot to Mattakeese (now Yarmouth, Barnstable, Massachusetts). He had planned to establish a town and church but was unable to do so and went instead to Newbury, Essex, Massachusetts. On 6 July 1638, he and his son-in-law were granted land there.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">On 6 September 1638, he was granted permission to start a settlement at Winnacunett (now Hampton, Rockingham, New Hampshire). Stephen and son-in-law Christopher Hussey sold their land in Newbury and moved to Hampton in 1638. Stephen once more became the minister of his own church. However, there was a division in the town between his supporters and the supporters of Rev. Timothy Dalton. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In 1641, Stephen was excommunicated for “irregular conduct” and his house and most of his property was burned down. His communion was restored but not his office. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">By 20 April 1647, he settled at Strawberry Bank (now Portsmouth, Rockingham, New Hampshire). Stephen, then about ninety, married a fourth time, Mary, widow of Robert Beedle, in 1650. He was fined for not publishing the marriage according to law. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The marriage was not a happy one, as later in the year, Stephen and Mary were brought to court regarding their relationship: "that Mr. Bacherler and Mary his wife shall live together, as they publicly agreed to do, and if either desert the other, the marshal to take them to Boston to be kept until next quarter Court of Assistants, to consider a divorce.... In case Mary Bacheller live out of this jurisdiction without mutual consent for a time, notice of her absence to be given the magistrates at Boston" And in 1650, the Piscataqua (now Kittery, York, Maine) court cited, "George Rogers for, & Mary Batcheller the wife of Mr. Steven Bacheller minister for adultery." George received forty strokes and Mary thirty-nine "six weeks after the delivery" of her baby from the affair, plus branding with the letter A.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Soon afterwards, Stephen returned to England. Mary petitioned for divorce 14 October 1656 and accused him of committing bigamy in England. There is no evidence that he actually did marry another woman. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Stephen most likely was the “Steeven Batchiller Minester that dyed att Robert Barbers” who was buried 31 October 1656 at Allhallows Staining Church, London, Middlesex, England.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Next week's challenge from <a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/june-2015-themes-for-52-ancestors/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>: "Week 23 (June 4-10) – Wedding: June is time for weddings. Write about a June bride in your family or highlight a favorite wedding photo. Maybe there’s a serial marry-er in the family — that could be a fun post!" I have been hoping for this topic! And it has to do with Stephen's grandson and perhaps the wildest wedding I've ever heard of. Hint: The wedding crashers may have had peglegs and eye patches.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172320407640203413.post-62179476667175391172015-05-25T05:24:00.001-07:002015-06-19T13:15:07.833-07:0052 Ancestors: Military<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Week 21 (May 21-27) – Military: This week, the United States will be observing Memorial Day. Do you have any military ancestors? Were any ancestors affected by the military or by war?" (<a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/may-2015-themes-for-52-ancestors/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">On this day of remembrance, I've chosen to highlight my ancestor Lt. Benjamin Ennis, who fought and died in the Revolutionary War.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Benjamin Ennis was born 25 April 1743 in the Minisink Valley, "an area which reaches from Minisink Ford, New York, to Lackawaxen, Pennsylvania, to the Delaware Water Gap at New Jersey and Pennsylvania." (Minisink Valley Historical Society). He was the son of William Ennes and Elizabeth Quick, a couple with Dutch, Scottish, Irish, and French roots, living in an area that had once belonged to the Dutch and still showed a strong Dutch influence. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Benjamin married Magdalena Van Etten in 1769. She too came from the Minisink Valley and her roots were even more diverse than her husband's: Dutch, Pomeranian (now part of Poland), German, English, Flemish, Norwegian, and perhaps Spanish. She was the niece of a commander of colonial forts.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">During the Revolution, the Ennises and the Van Ettens were well-represented as patriots. Benjamin, his brothers Cornelius (a private) and Daniel (an ensign), and his father-in-law Johannes Van Etten all fought. His wife's uncle, the commander, now settled in North Carolina, provided civil service for the new government. Even Benjamin's father, William, a one-armed schoolteacher aged 65 at the start of the war, fought as a private. Patriotic feeling seems to have run high in this family.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Benjamin served as a lieutenant for Pennsylvania in the Revolutionary War and was killed in battle 20 Apr 1780 at Raymondskill Creek near Conashaugh, Pike, Pennsylvania (south of his home near the Delaware River in what is now known as the Delaware Water Gap). During the Revolution, there had been many small skirmishes in the region between the Americans and Mohawks that fought for the British under Joseph Brant (Thayendanegea). "...Brant led four of the six Iroquois nations on the British side in the American Revolution. He attacked colonial outposts on the New York frontier, skillfully commanding the Indian contingent in the Battle of Oriskany (August 6, 1777) and winning a formidable reputation after the raid on the fortified village of Cherry Valley, New York (November 11, 1778). Cooperating with British regulars and loyalists, Brant brought fear and destruction to the entire Mohawk Valley, southern New York, and northern Pennsylvania." (<a href="http://www.britannica.com/EBchecked/topic/77789/Joseph-Brant" target="_blank">Encyclopaedia Britannica</a>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"'Battle Of The Conashaugh'</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Southfield, April 24, 1780. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I hope my last by Mr. Mixer has come to hand informing you of the incursion of the Indians at the house of Manuel Gunsaleyes. I herewith inform your Honor of their late attempts. James McCarte with his family was removed to the Jersey on the 20th inst., his sons went to their home to feed the cattle, the farm was in Pa. about three miles below Milford, discovered signs of Indians, returned to the Jersey immediately and acquainted Major Westbrook and Captain Westbrook and the signs they had discovered: they sent immediately for some of their best men and crossed the River that night. About sun rise the morning following discovered the Indians nigh the barn and began the attack: the number of the enemy is supposed to be about fourteen: the Major received no damage with his party: the Indians retreated to the woods: The Major was reinforced by Cap. Van Etten with three of his sons and son-in-law: pursued the Indians by the blood and about two miles came up with them. As it is without doubt three of them was wounded: renewed the attack, drove the Indians to the edge of a thick wood. Captain Van Etten maintained his ground with his few men, the Major with his men also. Captain Westbrook's men left at the first fire from the enemy in the woods, which was the ruin of the whole, but the ground maintained for some time and the retreat secured by the Major and Van Etten. Killed and missing on the part of the Major and Van Etten,—Captain Westbrook missing,—not yet found: Benjamin Ennis* killed, son-in-law to Captain Van Etten: Richard Rosecrans killed and two more wounded. Of the enemy killed, two found,—one an officer appearing by his dress,—found in his pocket a regular Journal from the first of March till the 16th instant. As appears by his Journal there is Three Hundred and Ninety marched from Niagagari, divided into different parties. The officer was a white man. Respected Sir, now under difficulties of march, what the event will be God only knows. The people are determined to evacuate the country as there appears no prospect of relief by the Militia. I am, sir, with due respect,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Your most humble Servt.,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">P. S. The said Mc.Cartee, where the attack began, is about two miles below Wells Ferry [at present Milford PA] on the banks of the Delaware. Capt. Van Etten lives in Delaware Township one mile below Mc.Cartee's."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">(Source: Proceedings of the New York State Historical Association, Vol VII, 1907, p 48-49.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In the family Bible, William wrote, "1780 April 20 departed this life my son Benjamin, killed by Indians, being my eldest son."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Magdalena would have been about two months pregnant with their youngest child Benjamin when her husband died. The baby had three older brothers and two older sisters (although I have no record of the one sister after her baptism), the eldest being only eight. How Magdalena supported her young family may be hinted at in a local history. The first school of Montague, Sussex, New Jersey had as its the fourth teacher "William Ennes, after which a Madam Benjamin became the directress of the educational interests of the neighborhood." (Snell, James P., <i>The History of Sussex and Warren Counties</i>, New Jersey, 1881.) Madam Benjamin may be Magdalena, the widow of Benjamin Ennis. Whether she taught school or not, it is known that she later moved with her children to the area of Spencer, Tioga, New York (later known as Van Etten, Chemung County), following migration patterns that would later lead her descendants westward.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Van Etten, New York</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Benjamin and his family are not the only veterans in my family history. Of my direct ancestors, the following fought in wars between 1776 and now:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Revolutionary War</span><br />
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<ul>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Ebenezer Smith, Army</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Nathaniel Munro alias Maxfield, Navy, privateer aboard the Lady Washington</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Lt. Benjamin Ennis, Army, killed in action</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">William Ennis, Army (Benjamin's father)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Capt. Johannes Van Etten, Army (Benjamin's father-in-law)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Jan Van Etten, listed by the DAR as a patriot because he provided civil service in the Revolution (also commander of Fort Hyndshaw, French & Indian War; Johannes' brother but also a direct ancestor)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Probable ancestor (yet to be proved but likely): Whiting Parks, Army</span></li>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Ebenezer Smith's grave</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The Lady Washington II, a replica of the ship on which<br />Nathaniel Munro alias Maxfield served as a privateer<br />(Trivia: This ship was used in the first Pirates of the </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Caribbean movie. If I remember right, it was the smaller one that</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Capt. Jack and Will took after pretending to commandeer </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">the bigger </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">ship.)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Photo taken by me, 2013.</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">War of 1812</span><br />
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<ul>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Hill Richardson, Army</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">James E. Bird, Army</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">William A. Ennis, Army, heavy artillery</span></li>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The personal headstone of James E. Bird<br />(part of a bigger monument)<br />James must have been proud of his service--this<br />stone reads, "J. Bird was a pensioner of the war 1812"</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">World War I</span><br />
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<ul>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Herman Elias Green (Great-Grandpa), Army, Rainbow Division, fought near Verdun, France</span></li>
</ul>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Herman E. Green peeling potatoes</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">World War II</span><br />
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<ul>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">James Aloysius Carey (Grandpa), Army, artillery spotter in the Pacific Theater (including at Attu, Leyte, and Okinawa)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Frank Richard Boyd (Grandpa), Army, military police in Arizona, medic-in-training in Colorado, Washington, North Carolina, and Missouri, post-war medic at a clinic in Hawaii</span></li>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Frank Boyd in Hawaii</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">James A. Carey</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In addition, several of my ancestors had brothers who served, including:</span><br />
<ul>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Benjamin Ennis (brothers Daniel and Cornelius fought in the Revolution; evidently several of his brothers-in-law also fought)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Keziah Elmer (brother Gad enlisted in the Army during the Revolution, brothers-in-law Nathan Lyon, Josiah Moody, and Levi Bacon served as well, with Nathan serving during the Lexington alarm)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Ebenezer Smith Jr. (brother Preserved entered the Army at the age of 16 at the start of the Revolution, his uncle Nathan Chapin, who married Mary Smith, fought also and was taken prisoner at Ticonderoga, though he escaped shortly after)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Remember Ellis (brothers John and Caleb fought in the Revolution)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Judith Davenport (brother Jonathan served in the Revolution, as well as her brother-in-law Job Snell)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Mary Lee Clark (brother William Henry Lee died in the War of 1812)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Alonzo Havington Ennis (brothers Lorenzo Dow and Franklin V. died in the Civil War)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Olive Bird (brother James A. died in the Civil War, brother Albert fought in the same war and survived)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Caroline E. Devol (brother William Henry died in the Civil War)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Mary Ann Harrigan (brother Patrick immigrated from Ireland and was recruited to fight with the Confederate Army during the Civil War, injured in action and died in hospital)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Florence Mahler (her brother John fought in the Navy Reserve and brother Jacob fought in the Army, both during World War II; brother Pete was a SW2, Navy in the Korean War, brothers Andy and Michael Elmer apparently also served in the military)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">James Carey (brother Tom served in the Army during World War II)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Beulah Green (brother Keith served in the Air Force before and during World War II)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">my mother (one of her brothers and a sister-in-law served in the Air Force)</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Now I mentioned that I worked with the Coast Guard last week, so I'd better relate my time with the military:</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Here I am about to board a ship, wearing every piece of </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">personal protective equipment the Coasties could find</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Photo taken by C. Pryke, 2011</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Not long after I finished grad school, recession hit and I struggled to find work. And then I got a phone call--I was offered a job as a contract instructional designer working at the Coast Guard's TRACEN Yorktown. It was terrifying moving across the country where my nearest relative was about six hours away and my nearest friend about three hours but not only was it a job, it seemed an intriguing job. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And so it was. In Yorktown, I was immersed in a far more military setting than I had ever experienced before. I worked on a base and got to know the wonderful Coast Guard well. I learned not to flinch at the sound of gunfire (coming from firing ranges) or even cannon fire (except the time I accidentally ended up on the business end of one at the wrong time--of course, it was a blank but it took a good long while before my heart rate returned to normal). Many of the great people I met while living in Virginia were military folk.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">There were many other military bases in the area. These included Fort Eustis down a street near my apartment, which I accidentally entered several times when I took a wrong turn. Fortunately, I could show my military ID to the guard, then make a quick trip around the fort and exit with the shreds of my dignity, without having to explain what a directionally-impaired twit I was yet again. By the way, I also, on a day trip to DC, ended up taking another wrong turn--this time, I ended up at the gates of the Pentagon. You know what happens when you show up at the gates of the Pentagon? I do. A truck with flashy blue lights comes to scare you off. I had the presence of mind to get back up on the Beltway right away, so I never found out what happens after the flashy blue light truck gets to the gate. Technically, I don't know if the military ID trick would fly there. Somehow, I think not.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I did enter Fort Eustis on purpose. On one occasion, it was to avail myself of the opportunity of riding a Huey helicopter from the Vietnam War. I also had the opportunity to visit the World War II Memorial and Vietnam Memorial on Memorial Day. It was especially touching finding the names of battles that Grandpa Carey fought in and discovering Kilroy, which Grandpa Boyd taught me to draw when I was little.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And living on one corner of the Historic Triangle, the past was part of my day-to-day life. I lived a couple of blocks from where the British surrendered. My daily commute took me through the Yorktown battlefield, past a Civil War cemetery, and over Civil Way trenches. I came across more Civil War trenches while walking around the base. Not far away was Colonial Williamsburg, where I could see reenactments of great moments of the Revolution. I bicycled around the Moore House, where the terms of surrender were drawn up, towards where Washington and his troops once camped. I wandered the battlefield, feeling a sense of reverence for the sacrifices that took place there, and the historic downtown, including the house of Thomas Nelson, a Founding Father.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The Civil War trenches that I encountered in my walks<br />Photo taken by me, 2011</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Duke of Gloucester Street, Colonial Williamsburg, looking toward the armory and courthouse<br />Photo taken by me, 2011</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Perhaps, one of the most awe-inspiring moments was the Fourth of July when I went to the TRACEN for a barbeque with the Coasties that I come to serve. Afterwards, I sat on the pier and watched three different fireworks displays, Yorktown, Gloucester, and Poquoson's celebration of the great struggle to become an independent America. Then, I left and ended up in the traffic from Yorktown. We were rerouted down the tour roads, through the battlefield and past the American camp. On the eve of the anniversary of the bold signing of the Declaration of Independence, I was driving where Washington and so many American and French soldiers defied the odds and sieged the British. A little over a year after Benjamin gave his life to the north, there on those grassy fields and thick woods in Virginia, the war was finally won.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Benjamin died, Magdalena raised her family alone, and William fought and mourned his eldest son for the fledgling country seemed to have valued so highly. Others of my ancestors fought in New England, New York, and on the seas for the same cause. Hill, James, and William fought to keep that new freedom. Alonzo, Olive, Caroline, and others mourned their brothers. Great-Grandpa Green and Grandpa Carey faced hard combat at Verdun, Attu, Okinawa, and the Philippines, while Grandpa Boyd waited in suspense to see if he would be sent into the final battles on the European Front. "O beautiful for heroes proved in liberating strife. Who more than self their country loved and mercy more than life!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Next week's challenge from <a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/may-2015-themes-for-52-ancestors/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>: "Countless schools will be having their commencement ceremonies around this time. Think not only about school, but also about commencement meaning 'a beginning.'" I'm not quite sure who to feature yet but come back and find out!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172320407640203413.post-56808407445243030212015-05-19T03:21:00.001-07:002015-05-19T03:22:26.429-07:0052 Ancestors: Black Sheep<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Week 20 (May 14-20) – Black Sheep: Each of us has an ancestor who was the troublemaker or the ne’er-do-well. This is their week." (<a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/may-2015-themes-for-52-ancestors/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Genealogists, even those who are moral and law-abiding persons themselves, tend to appreciate a black sheep. We love our sainted ancestors for how they inspire us, for being examples of faith, courage, kindness, honor, and so on. But our black sheep, oh our black sheep! We love them for other reasons. Perhaps they were not so amusing to those who lived when these stories were happening but boy, are they now!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A caveat, though...not <i>all </i>of them are so amusing--my ancestor Elizabeth (Quick) Ennis' brother was Tom Quick, who killed nearly 100 Native Americans in his lifetime, supposedly to avenge his father's death. His victims included innocent children. I do have a hard time with his actions and I don't feel any need to justify him. But in the interest of honesty and integrity in family historian, I try not to sugar-coat my family's past. So, of course, I include him in my family history. Fortunately, in my family, the Tom Quicks are very rare and other types of black sheep are much more plentiful.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Likewise, not all of our stories from our more saintly ancestors are merely inspiring. Being a saint doesn't mean standing on an unapproachable pedestal. These ancestors can be funny in their own right. After all, I've tried to be a good person but I can easily make people laugh with my personal anecdotes. So, why should I expect anything different from an ancestor? An example of this kind of story is the time great-great-grandpa Joshua Haslam drove a car for the first (and, I believe, last) time and resorted to shouting, "Whoa! Whoa! Dang ya! Whoa!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But enough of my feelings on saints and sinners in the family tree. Let's actually meet some of the latter...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The first person who comes to mind when you say "black sheep" is Great-Grandpa Boyd, along with his dad. However, I already wrote about <a href="http://mabfamilyhistory.blogspot.com/2015/03/52-ancestors-different.html" target="_blank">William Henry Richardson alias Boyd and Squire Richardson</a>, who both ended up in jail for counterfeiting. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So, I decided to turn to a series of events covered in the records of colonial New York from a time when the English had recently taken control of formerly Dutch-controlled lands there. Now, some of the funniest genealogical records I've ever read are the court records of colonial Dutch New York. Liberally scattered among the people suing each other for all sorts of reasons and a smattering of more serious incidents are the "holy cow, they did what?!?" passages. And sometimes those passages concern my family.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So, now I introduce some players in the clash between the Dutch colonists and their English occupiers, all of them my ancestors: <b>Albert Heymans Roosa</b> and his son <b>Arien Allertsen Roosa</b> and another ancestor (not related to the Roosas) <b>Thomas Theunissen Quick</b>. The roles of the Roosas and of Thomas were vastly different. Albert and Arie were instigators, occupied by some of the very serious issues of that day and place and ready to brawl and riot on a moment's notice. And Thomas was...well, drunk.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Let's start with a little background...</span><br />
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The Roosas</span></h4>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Albert Heymans Roosa and his wife Wyntje Ariens de Jongh came from Herwijnen, Gelderland, Netherlands. Albert, who likely had aristocratic roots, served as the buurmeester there in the mid-1650s. After he and Wyntje and eight of their children arrived in 1660, he continued his career as a local leader--he was one of three men chosen as the schepens (basically, aldermen, councillors, or magistrates) of the settlement of Wildwyck. He also served as commissary, consistory, arbitrator, appraiser, witness to transactions, etc. It must have been hard on him, in 1664, when the English annexed New Netherland as one of their colonies and renamed it New York. He had been a civil leader on both sides of the Atlantic and now he was subject to a foreign power who soon sent soldiers to occupy his town. His fiery temper came out in full force.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But this temper had shown itself before then. In June of 1663, at the start of the Second Esopus War, a group of Native Americans attacked the village and took two his children captive. At least one of the children, Albert’s eldest daughter, was held captive until the end of the year.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The situation was undoubtedly stressful but Albert didn't seem to cope with the crisis well, to say the least:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"This said Jan Hendricksen, with one Albert Heymans Roose, acted insolently on the 7th July. Whilst we were examining the two Wappinger Indians, in the presence of the Schout and Commissaries, in Thomas Chambers’ room. a messenger came in and said that two or three boors were without the door with loaded guns to shoot the Indians when they came forth. Whereupon I stood up and went to the door—found this Albert Heymans Roose and Jan Hendricksen at the door with their guns. Asked them what they were doing there with their guns? They gave me for answer, We will shoot the Indians. I said to them, you must not do that. To which they replied, We will do it though you stand by. I told them in return, to go home and keep quiet or I should send such disturbers to the Manhatans. They then retorted, I might do what I pleased, they would shoot the Savages to the ground, even though they should hang for it; and so I left them. This Albert coming into the Council told the Commissaries that one of them should step out. What his intention with him was I can't say." (O’Callaghan, E.B., The Documentary History of the State of New York, Vol. IV, Albany: Charles Van Benthuysen, 1851, Page 38-39, 28 Aug 1663.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As for "stepping out," the Kingston Papers offers insight:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Roelof Swartwout, Schout, plaintiff, vs. Allert Heymans Roose, defendant. Plaintiff alleges that defendant challenged a member of the Court when sitting in the Council of War at the house of Thomas Chambers, July 7, concerning two Wappinger savages, saying, “If there is anyone at this meeting who is a friend of these savages, I dare him to come outside.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The Honorable Court orders plaintiff, at next session, to prove his charge." (Versteeg, Dingman, New York Historical Manuscripts: Dutch: Kingston Papers, 2 vols., Baltimore: Genealogical Publishing Co., 1976, Vol. I, Page 102, 6 Nov 1663.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He was also brought to court for insulting a commissary over the issue of horses provided for the expedition against the Wappingers.</span><br />
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Albert and Arie Vs. The English: Part One</span></h4>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So it wasn't just the English who pushed Albert's buttons. But the English certainly pushed them with admirable flair. And his son Arien Allertsen Roosa got in on the action as well.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The first incident involved Albert, Arie, and Ariaen Huybertsen (probably Albert's nephew):</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Samuel Olivier, Joris Porter, Eduard Chattelton, appearing before the hon. court, say that on last Thursday, being Nov. 3/13 (they being stationed on the redoubt as a guard), Allert Heymans came with his people for the purpose of taking a canoe from the shore which canoe they had been ordered to watch by the guard which they relieved. Ariaen Huybertsen then came and took hold of the canoe for the purpose of shoving it into the water, whereupon Samuel Olivier came with his gun for the purpose of preventing the same, and threatened to shoot said Ariaen Huybertsen. Ariaen Albertsen, in the meantime, took the small shot out of his gun, and reloaded it with ball, and Allert Heymans also challenged the guard to fight them, man against man, and even raised his axe and threatened the soldier Eduart Chattelton to hit him with the same, and make a complaint about the violence committed against them in their quality of guards at the redoubt by the aforementioned persons. Allert Heymans answers that he arrived on the bank with his people, for the purpose of launching their own canoe, and to use it for hunting, whereupon Samuel Olivier, coming from the redoubt, with his gun cocked, spoke to them. They not being able to understand him, Ariaen Huybertsen, nevertheless, intended to float the canoe, whereupon Samuel pointed the gun at his chest, whereupon he, Ariaen, pushed the gun out of the way, and took hold of his arm, and, this happening, Eduard Chattelton approached Ariaen, aforementioned, with and oar and struck at him, whereupon Joris Porter drew his sword for the purpose of separating parties. Thereupon Allert Heymans called from the wagon, “Keep quiet, I shall immediately come over to you to get the canoe afloat.” When he came near the canoe, Eduard Chattelton also came with his gun, holding the thumb on the trigger and pointed to him to let the canoe alone. In the meantime, he (Heymans) took up the axe from the canoe and threatened him with the same, whereupon Eduard reversed his gun and threatened him with the butt end. In the meantime Ariaen Allerts, seeing this also took hold of his gun and loaded it with ball. Allert Heymans further went with the others to the redoubt, and there they were better informed by each other. The English, then understanding them a little (and understanding) that it was their own canoe, thereupon gave them the oars, and allowed the canoe to follow, and even Eduard Chattelton himself assisted them in getting the canoe afloat. They also deny having challenged the English soldiers, and further deny having taken the small shot out of the gun, but (say) that they simply loaded it with ball, because it was unloaded." (Versteeg, Dingman, New York Historical Manuscripts: Dutch: Kingston Papers, 2 vols., Baltimore: Genealogical Publishing Co., 1976, Vol. I, Page 176, 18 Nov 1664.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So, first recorded run-in with the English and Albert was wielding an axe and Arie was brandishing a gun. This is not starting off well...</span><br />
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The Quicks</span></h4>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Meanwhile, a young Thomas Theunissen Quick had left his home at New Amsterdam (soon to be renamed New York City) and settled in the area.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Unlike Albert and Arie, he would have been born in the New World, having been christened 24 Apr 1644 in the Dutch Reformed Church in New Amsterdam. His father Theunis Thomaszen Quick, mother Belitje Jacobs, eldest sister Weyntje, and elder brother Jacob had immigrated from Naarden in North Holland, Netherlands before 1640.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">His father, a mason in the service of the West India Company, appears in the court records a number of times. There is one such record, of particular interest considering his son's future role in the riot. Theunis got caught passed out drunk on a Sunday:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Schout Pieter Tonneman, pltf. v/s Maria de Trux, deft. Pltf. concludes that the deft. shall be condemned in a penalty of eighteen guilders heavy money, or thirty six guilders light money, for that he, the pltf., and Resolueert Waldron found last Sunday at defts. house one Lambert Barensen and that Teunis Tomassen Quick lay asleep by the fire drunk; also that Maatseuw’s mate was met coming quite drunk from defts. house; concluding further for a fine of fifty guilders because she, deft., does not have her chimney fixed, whereby great fire and danger may occur; all this with costs. Deft. denies having tapped for any one else, than Lambert Barensen and his wife and only three pints and that such occurred after the second preaching; saying further, that Teunis Tomassen Quick came to her house when drunk and lay down there to sleep; and as regards the chimney she says, she has as much lime and stone ready as she could get. Burgomasters and Schepens condemn deft. in fine of eighteen guilders in zeawant for having tapped on Sunday and order her to have her chimney made up as soon as possible." (Court Minutes of New Amsterdam, from Fernow, Berthold (ed.), Records of New Amsterdam from 1653 to 1674 Anno Domini, Vol. I, Baltimore, MD: Genealogical Publishing Company, 1976, Volume IV, Page 343, 18 Dec 1663.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Thomas himself doesn't seem to have had quite the hot temper of Albert Roosa but he did show up in his fair share of court records. Most of these seem to have to do with debt or were marked "Default." However, twice before his marriage to Rymerick Jurriaens Westfael at about the end of 1672 (once before the trouble with the English and once after), he did have some run-ins with his employers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A young Thomas (about eighteen) was dismissed by Symon Claasen, which led to a lawsuit in which Thomas sought to recover his wages:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Thomas Teunissen Quick, pltf. v/s Symon Claasen, deft. Pltf. demands from deft. payment of wages earned, saying that he, the deft., discharged him, undertaking to prove it. Deft. denies that he has discharged him, saying that he ran away and let the work stand several times. Pltf. replying denies it, saying that deft. refused him food and wished to drive him away from the cupboard. The W. Court order pltf. to prove that deft. gave him the sack." (Court Minutes of New Amsterdam, from Fernow, Berthold (ed.), Records of New Amsterdam from 1653 to 1674 Anno Domini, Vol. I, Baltimore, MD: Genealogical Publishing Company, 1976, Volume IV, Page 164, 21 Nov 1662)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Tomas Teunissen, pltf. v/s Symon Clazen, deft. Pltf. appearing with his sister, produces according to the order of last Court day declaration, that deft. bade him go away. Deft. on the declaration being read, says he never mentioned such reasons. Oventje, the pltfs. sister , appearing with the pltf. declares that the deft. discharged her brother saying, that he stated, he would not have his brother within his door. Deft. denies it, saying that pltf. ran away six or seven times and threatened to strike him, and says he can prove, that the pltf. boasted to him, he should make a fool of him as often, as he pleased. Pltf. is asked, how much the deft. got? Answers ninety five gldrs. in the half year and he received thereof twenty guilders, ten stivers. Parties are asked, if they will leave their case in question to the Magistrates as moderators and not as judges? Answer, Yes. Burgomasters and Schepens having heard parties decree and judge, that Symon Clasen shall pay to Tomas Teunissen fifty guilders for his service rendered him and order parties on both sides to trouble each other no more, which parties promise to do and to be content with the decision." (Court Minutes of New Amsterdam, Volume IV, Page 166, 28 Nov 1662) [Note that Oventje should probably have been transcribed Wentje.]</span><br />
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Albert Kicks Off A Riot</span></h4>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The next incident after the canoe brawl united the Roosas and Quicks in their black sheepiness. Albert got into a fight with Daniel Butterwout, a soldier quartered at his house and was arrested, which caused a stir in town:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Then, in May 1665, when it was rumored that Roosa, a sergeant in the Burgher Guard, was to be arrested for a second assault on the English when he took away a soldier’s gun, the guardsmen armed and assembled. Having learned that their sergeant was merely summoned to court, they dispersed without taking any action; but their Officers’ Council felt constrained to investigate the matter." (Bennett, David Vernooy, “The First American Mrs. Rosencrans”, New York Genealogical & Biographical Record, Vol. XC, No. 2, Apr 1959.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Enter Thomas...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Apparently following in the fine tradition of his father, he too became drunk and ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time. In an examination of several people who became embroiled in "the turmoil on May 26 last," Thomas was questioned:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">"Tomas Teunissen Quick</span><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">, having been asked what
induced him on May 26 last to take hold of his gun, when he did not have the
watch? says that he did as any other, and that he was very drunk. Neither does
he know who took his gun from him.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Who persuaded him to do so? says
that he was in company with a number of young fellows drinking and bowling, and
then went out with the others. Of whom he received the word? says not being
able to remember whether he had the word, because he was very drunk…" (</span>Versteeg, Dingman (trans.), New York Historical Manuscripts: Dutch, Kingston Papers, 2 vols., original translation 1899, Samuel Oppenheim's pub. 1912, Baltimore, MD: Genealogical Publishing Co., 1976, Vol. I, Page 236, 2 Jun 1665.<span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">)</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; text-indent: 0.5in;">In other words, he got snockered while bowling with his buddies, saw some trouble, and thought something along the lines of "Whee-ha! Where's my gun?" And when he woke up, he didn't exactly remember what happened or where in the world his gun had disappeared off to. Good times.</span><br />
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<span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Arie, meanwhile, was right in the middle of things, while his probable cousin Ariaen (of canoe brawl fame) denied involvement:</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; text-indent: 48px;">"Ariaen Huybertsen asked, What he did with his gun last Tuesday in the guardhouse? says, not having been there, but that, late at night, he went to see Allert Heymans’ wife on the land, and returned to the village at about 2 o’clock at night. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; text-indent: 48px;">Ariaen Allertsen Roos asked, whether he had the watch last Tuesday? says, “No.” What did he at the guardhouse? says that he had something to do at the minister’s, and seeing some people at the guardhouse also went there, and after having delivered his message to the domine, he returned home." (ibid.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; text-indent: 0.5in;">Albert Fights Five Soldiers with A Broken Plow Blade</span></h4>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; text-indent: 0.5in;">But that was not the end of the Roosas' clashes with the English.</span><br />
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<span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">"</span>Albert Heymans Roos, appearing before the hon. court, complains of what has been done to him, yesterday, by five soldiers, saying, that he, plaintiff, returning from the land, yesterday, for the purpose of taking the coulter which was broken to the smith, for the purpose of having the same fixed; and whereas the smith was not at home, he was told by Jacob Joosten that the smith was at the house of Louwies Dubois. Plaintiff going thither found the smith there; and called him to the door, whereupon he (the smith) said that he would come right away. Plaintiff, in the mean time, going away from the door, a soldier, named Francois Vreeman, comes outside, walks up to where plaintiff stands, and immediately draws his sword without having word with or answer from plaintiff, and strikes twice at plaintiff, whereupon plaintiff says to him, “You must not do that anymore, or I shall go for you with the piece of the coulter.” He nevertheless lunged a third time at the plaintiff and hit him through his coat, whereupon he threw the coulter at said Francois Vreeman, but did not hit him. In the mean time Ridsert Hamer came out of the aforesaid house, and hit plaintiff with his sword on the head. Plaintiff, feeling this, takes hold of a stick or piece of wood, which was laying handy, and therewith defended his life, striking with it at Ridsert Hamer, aforenamed, who, for the second time struck at him. Thereby still came the third, Thomas Elger, who also struck at plaintiff and whom plaintiff, dealing him (Elger) a blow with the same stick, also turned off. Tomas Quinel, the fourth, arriving, tried to pierce plaintiff from behind, whom plaintiff, jumping about, hit with the same stick, so that he tumbled to the ground. Francois Vreeman, now again attacking plaintiff with the intention of sticking through him, also received of plaintiff a thrust with the same piece of wood, so that it dazed him, whereupon the fifth, Robbert Pecock, appeared, and intended to pierce plaintiff. Plaintiff, retreating, was followed by the aforesaid Pecock who tried to hit him, whereupon plaintiff ran under his sword, and took hold of his body. In the mean time the four other soldiers attacked plaintiff from behind and wounded him five times, being three blows on the head and two thrusts, one in the back, the other in the arm. Plaintiff, on account of this, requests justice, and that he, as burgher, may not be molested by the soldiers and (be permitted) to follow his business without interruption.</span><br />
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<span style="text-indent: 48px;">Mattheu Blanchan, having been summoned as a witness in the above case, declares that, yesterday, having taken malt to the mill, he returned the wagon with the oxen to Louwies Dubois, and says when arriving at the house of said Dubois, he heard a noise in the house, on account of which he did not want to enter, and that, in the mean time Allert Heymans Roos arrived at the front of said house and had the smith called outside for the purpose of fixing his coulter. In the mean time Francois Vreeman came out of the said house, and he saw that said Vreeman drew his sword against Allert Heymans, and thrust at him, and that thereupon, Allert Heymans threw the piece of the coulter at him, but did not hit him. In the meanwhile Ridsert Hamer attacked Allert Heymans, who was retreating to the wagon, and struck at Allert Heymans, and has seen that Ridsert Hamer’s sword passed below Allert Heyman’s left arm, but does not know whether or not he wounded him. Allert Heymans retreated from there to the house of Louwies Dubois, and he saw that Allert Heymans took hold of a stick there. While defending his life he (Heymans) struck Ridsert Hamer (who intended to strike Allert Heymans) with the same stick on the arm, so that he dropped the sword. And also saw that Thomas Elger appeared and intended to hit Allert Heymans, whereupon Allert Heymans hit the same with the stick so that he whirled around (or grew giddy). Francois Vreeman, appearing again, intended to hit Allert Heymans, but Allert Heymans struck him down with the same stick, and while Allert Heymans was preparing to hit said Vreeman another blow, Tomas Quinel in the mena time approached from behind with the sword against Allert Heymans, but Allert Heymans with the same stick, struck him down. Declares not having seen more, and is prepared (if need be) to affirm the present under oath.</span></span><br />
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<span style="text-indent: 48px;">Ridsert Hamer, appearing, declares having seen yesterday at the house of Lowys Dubois that Dirrick DeGoyer drew his knife against Francois Vreeman. In the mean while Francois Vreeman went outside, while Allert Heymans was standing outside the door, he (Hamer) has seen that Allert Heymans struck said Francois Vreeman with the piece of the coulter, so that he tumbled down, whereupon he, appearer, also went outside for the purpose of separating them, and in the mean time Allert Heymans grasped a stick, and beat appearer with the same. Meanwhile Ariaen Huyberts also came out of the said house with a bare knife, hidden by his hand, and struck him, appearer, with the same. And says not to know more, and is ready (if necessary) to affirm the present under oath.</span></span><br />
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<span style="text-indent: 48px;">Tomas Elger, appearing, declares having seen yesterday, at the house of Lowys Dubois that Dirrick DeGojer being outside the said house, had a bare knife in his hand. Francois Vreeman, seeing this, drew his sword against Dirrick DeGojer. Allert Heymans, also standing in front of the same door, threw the smallest piece of the broken coulter at aforesaid Vreeman, and taking the largest piece in his hands, ran up to the aforesaid Vreeman for the purpose of hitting him with the same, and does not know what cause there was between Dirrick DeGojer and the aforesaid Vreeman. And says not to know any more, and is ready (if need be) to affirm the present under oath.</span></span><br />
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<span style="text-indent: 48px;">Ariaen Huybertsen, appearing, he was notified that he is accused by Ridsert Hamer of having, yesterday, struck said Ridsert Hamer with a knife, which Ariaen Huybertsen denies, saying that, yesterday, he did not carry his knife, but only the sheath of his knife, but says that he has been at the house of Louwies Dubois, and has heard, while still being in said house, that the soldiers were fighting on the street with Alert Heymans, and upon coming outside, he saw that his uncle, Allert Heymans, was bleeding, and intending to go to him, three soldiers with drawn swords attacked him, without a word being uttered on either side, with drawn swords, and cut through his hat. In the mean time Captain Broadhead arrived and pacified the soldiers and took him to the guardhouse under arrest. Arriving there, Corporal Ridsert Hamer, who had arrested him, and taken to the guardhouse, immediately hit him with his drawn sword in the head, and cut his hand, and says that while under arrest he would have murdered him, if another soldier had not set him free. And enters a complaint because he, a prisoner, was maltreated and assaulted by Ridsert Hamer, and requests justice on this account.</span></span><br />
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<span style="text-indent: 48px;">Louys Dubois declares that yesterday some residents came to his house for a drink. In the meantime some soldiers also entered to have a drink. Coming from his inner room he saw that Francois Vreeman being half mad had partially drawn his sword whom he requested to again sheath his sword, which he did. Ridsert Hamer, in the meantime, also being mad, said something which appearer did not understand, whom appearer requested to not make trouble in his house, but to drink their wine in peace. Hereupon Ridsert Hamer, drawing his sword, appearer, with one hand, took hold of the hilt and with the other hand held his sleeve so that he could not entirely draw his sword, and thus holding fast the sword, both of them got outside. But Robert Pecock, intervening, took hold of the appearer, and dragged him away from Ridsert Hamer, and being rid of him, Ridsert Hamer struck appearer with the little stick on the head. Thereupon Robbert Pecock again took appearer in the house, and was followed by Ridsert Hamer, who, still standing before the door, struck at appearer with the same little stick, whereupon appearer’s wife asked Ridsert Hamer why he beat her husband? Thereupon he twice beat his wife with the same little stick. Ridsert Hamer at the same time exclaimed, “I want my gloves, or I shall kill your husband,” whereupon appearer answered, “Come inside and look for your gloves.” Francois Vreeman, then, being in the house, again entirely unsheathed his sword, not knowing with whom he had a quarrel. Appearer, seeing this, took hold of aforesaid Vreeman’s arm, and threw him outdoors. Thereupon he was followed by the greatest part, English as well as Dutch, and appearer then closed his door. And as to the drawing of any knife, he appearer, has not seen that the same was done in his house. And says not to know any more, and (if required) is ready to affirm the present under oath.</span></span><br />
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<span style="text-indent: 48px;">Frederick Pietersen, appearing, declares, whereas yesterday he has been present at the house of Louwies Dubois, he has not seen that a knife was drawn by Dirk De Gojer, and neither knows that there were any differences in the aforesaid house between soldiers and inhabitants. And further says that he was outside the door of the aforesaid house when Allert Heymans arrived with the broken coulter and called the smith outside the said house, and has seen that Francois Vreeman came out of the aforesaid house, and further that said Vreeman drew his sword against Allert Heymans, whereupon Allert Heymans said, “Look out what you do,” and at the same time Vreeman struck twice at Allert Heymans, and while he was striking at him a third time, Allert Heymans threw a piece of the coulter at aforenamed Vreeman, but did not hit him with the same. In the meanwhile the corporal Ridsert Hamer came out of the aforesaid house, drew his sword and struck at Allert Heymans who defended himself with a stick he had there found and parried as much as he could for the purpose of defending his life. And then there arrived one Thomas Elger with his sword drawn, and also struck at Allert Heymans who also parried him with said stick. Thereupon came Thomas Quinel, also with his sword drawn against Allert Heymans, and struck at him who was also parried with the same stick. At last Robbert Pecock also appeared against Allert Heymans, with his sword drawn, and struck at him, under whose sword Allert Heymans ran and took hold of his body. In the meanwhile Allert Heymans was wounded by the four other soldiers. The Captain Broodhead came and ordered the soldiers to desist. And says not to know any more and (if need be) is prepared to affirm the present under oath.</span><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">" </span><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">(</span>Versteeg, Dingman (trans.), New York Historical Manuscripts: Dutch, Kingston Papers, 2 vols., original translation 1899, Samuel Oppenheim's pub. 1912, Baltimore, MD: Genealogical Publishing Co., 1976, Vol. I, Page 291-5, 29 Apr/4 May 1666.<span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">)</span></span></div>
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The Esopus Mutiny</span></h4>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Richard Nicolls, the English governor, had attempted to ease the tensions between burgher and soldier by replacing the garrison’s commander at Kingston with one Captain Brodhead. Brodhead, as seen in the last incident, only worsened the problem with his favoritism towards the soldiers and abusive behavior towards the Dutch.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Much of the ill feeling was due to the overbearing conduct of Brodhead, who did not hesitate to commit to the guard any who offended him. He imprisoned a burgher who would keep Christmas according to the Dutch and not the English style. He quarreled with and arrested Cornelis Barentsen Slegt, the village brewer, and a sergeant of its militia. Slegt's wife and children thereupon ran crying through Wildwyck. The excited villagers rushed to arms. Finding some sixty of them drawn up before their lieutenant’s door, Captain Brodhead marched thither with a few of his soldiers, and ordered them to disperse. The local magistrates asked Brodhead to release his prisoner and have him tried before them, which he refused, and threatened to resist any attempt at a rescue. The people would not disperse until late at night, and then only with the understanding that the whole matter should be laid before the governor. What added to the bitterness was that Hendrick Cornelissen, the village ropemaker, was killed by William Fisher, one of Brodhead's soldiers." (Brodhead, John Romeyn, History of the State of New York, Vol. II, 1st Ed., New York: Harper & Brothers, 1871, pages 121-3.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Brodhead was suspended from his command. Meanwhile, the Roosas were in serious trouble:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Four of the movers of the insurrection, Antonio d'Elba, Albert Heymans, Arent Albertsen, his son, and Cornelius Barentsen, were found guilty of a “rebellious and mutinous Riot,” and were carried down to New York for sentence by the governor. Nicolls was of opinion that they deserved death." (ibid.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Death! Yikes! But fortunately, that didn't happen, as we will see.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But first, let's wrap up Thomas' story.</span><br />
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What Happened to Thomas?</span></h4>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Thomas ended up in a situation similar to his prior employment incident five years before:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Thomas Quick, Plaintiff vs. Reyner Van Coelen, Defendant</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Plaintiff says that defendant hired him till May for 40 sch. of wheat and that defendant has now discharged him without reasons. Therefore, he demands his full hire. Defendant says that he hired his man Thomas Quick till May and that he ordered him to cart wood which he refused, and that he several times fed clean wheat to the horses, which he did to cause trouble. Plaintiff denies having fed the horses clean wheat. Defendant agrees to prove the same and produces his threshers Jacob Van Etten and Jan Broerssen, who declare having seen several times wheat in the horses’ manger. Leendert Barents also a thresher declares having taken a quantity of wheat out of the horses’ manger and all the threshers together say that said Thomas Quick has several times fed the threshed wheat against their will to the horses. The hon. court, having considered the case, orders defendant to pay plaintiff in proportion of his rendered services and time." <span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">(</span>New York Historical Manuscripts: Dutch, Kingston Papers, Vol. I, Page 380, 3/13 Dec 1667.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Interestingly though, after 1669, Thomas' appearances in the court record drops sharply. In 1671, he registered a mark for his cattle and a year later, he married. Perhaps, his younger, irresponsible days were done and he decided to settle down. Or, at least, he managed to stay out of the courts. The father of four only lived to about his early fifties. His last child Geertje was baptized, presumably as an infant, in 1695, while "the widow of Thomas Quick" joined her brothers and others in buying land in the Minisink Valley.</span><br />
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What Happened to Albert and Arie?</span></h4>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The Roosas too seemed to have quieted down after the Esopus Mutiny. They survived the threat of a death sentence. "But, on the petition of the inhabitants and by the advice of his council, he sentenced Heymans to be banished for life out of the government , and the others, for shorter terms, out of Esopus, Albany, and New York." (ibid.) Vernooy added that the punishment was "<span style="text-indent: 48px;">banishment, with confiscation of property in the elder Roosa’s case." </span>(“The First American Mrs. Rosencrans”)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Even that didn't last. "These sentences were afterward modified; and Heymans, the chief offender, became a prominent officer at Esopus." (History of the State of New York, Vol. II)</span><br />
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<span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">The reason? "But in the fall of the year, when he learned of the Treaty of Breda, which confirmed English possession of New Netherland, he declared a general amnesty…" </span>(“The First American Mrs. Rosencrans”)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Albert died 27 February 1678/9. An inventory of his property listed “a farm with its growing crops, a dwelling and a barn, seven heads of horses… eight heads of cattle…” (Versteeg, Dingman, New York Historical Manuscripts: Dutch: Kingston Papers, 2 vols., Baltimore: Genealogical Publishing Co., 1976, Vol. II, Page 657, 30 Apr/10 May 1667</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">)</span><br />
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Arien married Maria Everts Pels and had nine children, including my ancestor Jannetje Roosa. I am descended from two of Jannetje's grandsons, Jan Van Etten and Johannes Van Etten. Jan was a colonial fort commander who later provided civil service in support of the Continental Congress in North Carolina while Johannes fought during the Revolution as a captain in Pennsylvania. If Albert had been told that his great-great-grandsons would contribute to the fight to end Britain's rule in his adopted country, what might he have thought?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Next week's challenge from <a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/may-2015-themes-for-52-ancestors/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>: "Week 21 (May 21-27) – Military: This week, the United States will be observing Memorial Day. Do you have any military ancestors? Were any ancestors affected by the military or by war?" Yes and yes. I have direct ancestors who commanded a colonial fort and fought in the Revolution, the War of 1812, World War I, and World War II. Others had brothers who fought in the Civil War or served in a post-Vietnam Air Force. Yet others were profoundly affected by ward, including the English Civil War and the Russian Revolution. And I myself spent four years working on Coast Guard bases and carrying around military ID as a contract instructional designer.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172320407640203413.post-17324524833998778522015-05-11T02:43:00.000-07:002015-05-11T02:45:38.937-07:0052 Ancestors: There's a Way<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>"Week 19 (May 7-13) – There’s a Way: What ancestor found a way out of a sticky situation? You might also think of this in terms of transportation or migration."</i> (<a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/may-2015-themes-for-52-ancestors/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Mother's Day ended just a couple of hours ago and for this challenge, I wanted to share a story about one of my female ancestors on my maternal line. I have said before that I come from a line of strong women who have been good examples to me and I wrote about one of them, <a href="http://mabfamilyhistory.blogspot.com/2015/01/52-ancestors-tough-woman.html" target="_blank">Catherine (Cameron) Southam</a>. This time, I'll write about her daughter, <b>Alice (Southam) Haslam</b>, and the way God responded to her faith and brought closure to a grieving family.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Alice was the daughter of Mormon pioneers, George and Catherine (Cameron) Southam. My mother, Alice Carey Boyd (you can see that Alice is an important name in my family) shared an incident related to the death of father George on <a href="http://www.boydhouse.com/alice/Southam/southam02georgesoutham.htm" target="_blank">her website</a>: </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"George Southam...had a dream that he was going on a mission. He told his wife that he was either going on a foreign mission or would be called to the other side of the veil, and if he did die to be sure he was buried in a Mormon Cemetery, and in his temple clothes."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As it turns out, the dream was fulfilled about a week later. Alice Southam Haslam was just thirteen years old. She later wrote about the family's circumstances at the time of his death: "When I was about two years old my parents moved to Evanston, Wyoming. Father bought a ranch eight miles out of town where he raised cattle and owned some farm land. Each winter we would move into Evanston to go to school."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">She continues, relating how her father died, "Each winter after Father had moved us into Evanston for school he would drive the team and wagon back and forth to the ranch to feed the cattle, and it was during one of these trips on December 24, 1884 that Father was drowned while crossing Bear River on his way home from feeding the stock."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"The day before this happened Father and Mother had planned on taking we children to the Christmas celebration at the church house, where they were going to have a large Christmas tree. As it came near time to go, and Father did not come, we thought perhaps he had decided to stay at the ranch all night. So we got ready, and went to the celebration, and did not hear of the accident until Christmas Day. As Father was crossing the river, the ice broke and took team, wagon, and all under into the water, although they had crossed in the same place many times, and never had this happen before."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Amy Gardiner and Dorothy Hein related that, “His body went under the ice, and wasn't found for five days while his family suffered, and friends searched in vain to locate his body. All had given up hope of finding him..."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Alice stated that her family turned to the Lord for help. "When it was first decided that he had fallen through the ice, they searched for him without success. so we knelt down and prayed to our Heavenly Father and asked for guidance."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Amy Gardiner and Dorothy Hein tell of the miraculous result: "...[T]he mother of George Southam appeared to his daughter Alice (thirteen years old), in a dream. She told Alice her name was Lucy Hunt, and she was George Southam's mother, and she needed her son to help her. She also told Alice where to cut the ice, some mile or so from where he had drowned to find him. Alice said she had seen the willow branch that he was lodged in, in her dream just as plain as when they saw it, and found her father. Alice woke her mother in the night after her dream, and said, "We will find Papa tomorrow."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My mom added, "James Williams said he would try just this one more place, and then they would give up the search, as it was so cold on Bear River, cutting ice. This time Alice showed them the right place to cut, and they were successful."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Alice testified, "When we got up the next morning, I told them that I had seen the place where he was, and told them where to go, and they went and found our Father. My uncle was killed in a snowslide and they did the same thing, they prayed, and the next morning they found him. By chance? No, this was God's way of answering our prayers."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Alice's Adulthood</span></h4>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Alice continued to be faithful throughout her life. When she and Joshua Haslam decided to marry, they undertook a journey so they could marry in the temple. Alice had been working in Vernal at the time. "Holmes's were going out to the Temple, so we decided to go with them and get married in the Logan Temple, as the Salt Lake Temple was not yet completed. We went by way of Fort Bridger and Evanston, Wyoming. Aunt Lizzie Bennett lived near Evanston, so we visited with them on our way. Our way of travel was team and wagon. After visiting a day or so, we went on to Logan, and were married in the Logan Temple July 27, 1887."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">She left 128 direct descendants at her death. Her granddaughter (and my grandma) Beulah Green Carey told my mother on a recording that, "I remember Grandma and Grandpa Haslam. We used to go out every summer on their farm, their big eighty acre farm, and have lots of fun in this big sandstone house. it was about a block back from the road, and there was a creek, and you had to go over a little bridge on the creek to drive in your car, and open the gate because they had cattle. We used to swim in the creek. Every year all of Grandma and Grandpa Haslam's kids that could, would come about harvest time, which is July or August, and help get in the hay and wheat crop, and things like that. We'd have a big old family reunion. The men and the boys would all sleep out on the haystack. The women would sleep in the big farmhouse which had five bedrooms upstairs, one bedroom down stairs, and all the girls would sleep out under a big, huge weeping willow tree on cots or beds. It was a lot of fun, because usually the men would play jokes on each other, and usually someone would lay their blankets and wake up in the morning and find out they'd been laying them on a hen's nest or something like that. All of my mother's sisters and daughter-in-laws used to get together and do all the cooking. Grandma Haslam was a real good cook, so we'd have a big time. While we were there the threshers would come to thresh the wheat, and we would have the big, long, harvest table with all the men and the threshers around it, and they would have all kinds of food- turkey, ham, chicken, beef, and lamb. It was a feast. Lots of pies and cakes, and they would cook all day long, and then feed the men at noon, then the threshers would go home, and we'd have our family supper. All the kids had to wait until they were through, then we got the second seating at the table. But there was always plenty of food to go around."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Of her grandmother, Grandma related, "Grandma Haslam (Alice Southam) was a counselor in the Relief Society, and she used to go out, while we were there on vacation, and do her visiting teaching in a horse and buggy with another lady. Grandma was a good cook and she always did quilting, and things like that. She was busy. She was a farm wife. She raised vegetables and fruit and flowers in the front yard, and of course, Grandpa had the hay and the grain and the cows and pigs and the lambs and all that, all the cattle in the back." She also served in the Primary.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As with Catherine, I am grateful to have such a good example of womanhood--a faithful young woman who, through faith, was able to gain heavenly aid, a woman who traveled out of her way to receive the blessings of the temple, and a mother and grandmother who served in callings and made a pleasant home that her family wanted to gather to every summer.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">By the way, when I was a girl, I wrote to Velda (Haslam) Johnson, one of Alice's daughters. I was in middle school and was taking a cooking class. Great-great-aunt Velda sent back these recipes, all from Alice's collection. I've made the chowder on a couple of occasions and it's quite tasty!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">RECIPES OF ALICE SOUTHAM HASLAM</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">3 cups chicken broth 3/4 cup butter</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">1 Tbs. parsley 3/4 cup flour</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">1 cup chopped celery 1 qt. half & half</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">1/2 cup onion 1 cup frozen corn</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">1 tsp. salt 1 cup noodles (optional)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Pepper to taste 1 cup chicken (cooked & deboned)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Cook first six ingredients until the vegetables are tender. Melt butter. Add flour to the butter, mixing until smooth. Stir in half & half. Add this to the vegetable mixture and stir well. Add corn, noodles, and chicken. Simmer one to two hours. For best flavor make soup a day ahead.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">2 cups grated apples 2 cups raisins</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">2 cups grated carrots 1 cup shortening</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">1/2 cups sugar 2 tsp. cinnamon</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">4 unbeaten eggs 1 tsp. cloves</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">1 cup walnuts, chopped 2 tsp. nutmeg</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">4 tsp. baking powder 1 tsp. soda</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">1/2 cup milk 1 tsp. salt</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Cream sugar and shortening; add eggs and beat. Add apples, carrots, raisins. Add milk and flour that has spices added. Stir well. Makes 13 X 9 pan. Bake 350 about 45 min. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Remember that mission George said he'd be called on?</span></h4>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Interestingly, my mom has noted that she is still finding a remarkable number of the names of George's ancestors and performing temple work for them. Is he still on his mission on the other side? It seems so. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And that reminds me of a quote by President Henry B. Eyring:</span><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"For me, knowing that turns my heart not only to my ancestors who wait but to the missionaries who teach them. I will see those missionaries in the spirit world, and so will you. Think of a faithful missionary standing there with those he has loved and taught who are your ancestors. Picture as I do the smile on the face of that missionary as you walk up to him and your ancestors whom he converted but could not baptize or have sealed to family until you came to the rescue. I do not know what the protocol will be in such a place, but I imagine arms thrown around your neck and tears of gratitude.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">If you can imagine the smile of the missionary and your ancestor, think of the Savior when you meet Him. You will have that interview. He paid the price of the sins of you and all of Heavenly Father’s spirit children. He is Jehovah. He sent Elijah. He conferred the powers of the priesthood to seal and to bless out of perfect love. And He has trusted you by letting you hear the gospel in your lifetime, giving you the chance to accept the obligation to offer it to those of your ancestors who did not have your priceless opportunity. Think of the gratitude He has for those who pay the price in work and faith to find the names of their ancestors and who love them and Him enough to offer them eternal life in families, the greatest of all the gifts of God. He offered them an infinite sacrifice. He will love and appreciate those who paid whatever price they could to allow their ancestors to choose His offer of eternal life."</span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Next week's challenge from <a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/may-2015-themes-for-52-ancestors/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>: <i>"Week 20 (May 14-20) – Black Sheep: Each of us has an ancestor who was the troublemaker or the ne’er-do-well. This is their week."</i> Oh! Black sheep...I got 'em! I've already written about <a href="http://mabfamilyhistory.blogspot.com/2015/03/52-ancestors-different.html" target="_blank">my great-grandfather and his father, the counterfeiters</a>. This time, I'll write on another father-son team. This pair, however, started a riot. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And while we're at it, I'll mention another of my father-son pairs, who ended up in court records for reasons that made me laugh. But are the two pairs connected? Well, yes, the son in the second pair ended up participating in the riot started by the first pair...more or less accidentally. Come join me to learn about a group of ancestors who kept me in stitches while I was researching them!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172320407640203413.post-69425744707943176582015-05-04T04:37:00.001-07:002015-05-04T04:42:00.483-07:0052 Ancestors: Prosper, plus Where There's a Will<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So, I've been slacking. Actually, not really slacking. I finished scanning my Grandpa's World War II letters to Grandma, among other things. Anyways, here are two stories for the price of one:</span><br />
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First Challenge: Prosper</span></h3>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Week 17 (April 23-29) – Prosper. Which ancestor has a rags-to-riches story? Which ancestor prospered despite the odds?" (<a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/april-2015-themes-for-52-ancestors/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As a teen, I traveled with my family to the British Isles. While there, we spent one week out of our three weeks there with <a href="http://www.cottages4you.co.uk/cottages/the-mill-cottages-fairford-mill-house-nql" target="_blank">Fairford Mill</a> as our home base. A 17th-century mill-turned-vacation house, it's a charming location in the Cotswolds. When not off visiting another part of England or Wales on a day trip, I spent time taking Elizabeth Bennet-style walks in the neighborhood, fed the trouts Frosties (Frosted Flakes), watched swans paddling up the river, and ate fish and chips from the local chip shop. From the Mill, I could see the church. In the mornings, I would wake to the sound of sheep bleating in the fields. To a seventeen-year-old who had discovered the works of Austen and the Brontes, it was bliss.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A few years ago, I discovered a surprising connection between my family and Fairford. Through immigrant ancestor Audrey (Barlow) Almy, my ancestors, it seemed, were <b>John Tame</b> and his son Sir Edmund.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">According to the <a href="http://www.fairfordtowncouncil.gov.uk/visitors/town-history/the-mayor/" target="_blank">Fairford Town Council</a>, "In 1487, Henry VII leased the estate to John Tame, a wealthy wool and cloth merchant of Cirencester. The old manor house had fallen into disrepair, and he built a new house to the south of the church, and was living in Fairford by the mid 1480’s. During the 1490’s he rebuilt the church, which was re-consecrated in 1497 and dedicated to St. Mary the Virgin. The chief glory of the church was the magnificent set of stained glass windows illustrating the Christian faith."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In regards to the Tames' role in rebuilding the church at Fairford, <a href="http://www.fairfordhistory.org.uk/Topics/StMarys.html" target="_blank">the Fairford History Society</a> adds, "The rebuilding of the church was started by John Tame in the early 1490s after been given permission by the Bishop of Worcester to dismantle the existing church. As Tame's fortune was acquired through the wool and cloth industry, St Mary's can be counted as among a number of so-called 'wool' churches built in the Cotswolds in the medieval period. The new church at Fairford was consecrated in a ceremony presided over by the Bishop on 20 June 1497, an event marked by a painted Consecration Cross on the wall of the chancel near the vestry door. Although structurally complete, the church was still far from finished at this point and at the death of John Tame in 1500 his son Edmund Tame undertook to complete the work. At about this time work commenced on the production of 28 stained and painted glass windows that would make up a stunning visual account of the Bible story from Adam and Eve through to the Last Judgement and would provide instruction as well as illumination, in both senses of the word."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In 1870, Henry F. Holt wrote <a href="http://books.google.com/books/about/The_Tames_of_Fairford.html?id=1isAAAAAQAAJ" target="_blank">The Tames of Fairford</a>. While I'm not sure how accurate his assessment of John's character is, he does illustrate the Tame family's rise in fortune during John's lifetime. "Industrious, persevering, thrifty, ostentatious in his charity, but extremely parsimonious in its indulgence, John Tame strove hard, by the sheer force of wealth and intelligence, to take his place among, and be recognised as one of, the gentry of his native county,--a position from which his father was excluded in 1433, as appears by the absence of his name from the list of the gentry of Gloucestershire, returned by the royal commissioners in the twelfth year of Henry VI, at which time John Tame was about four years old."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">John seems to have been in the position to marry "respectably," as Holt notes: "John Tame married circa 1461. His bride was Alice Twynhoe, a native of Gloucestershire, of most respectable family between whom and the Tames an enduring friendship existed (as will be seen) for several generations."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">At this time, he claims the family was not yet connected to Fairford. But before his first known association with Fairford, John was involved in the wool and cloth trade, as noted before. But John's attention turned to Fairford and its sheep pastures and that choice benefited Fairford:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Neglected by the manorial authority, to which Fairford was wholly subjected; without trade to attract and encourage its scanty population, and agriculture, their sole resource, fast fading away, consequent upon the lands being converted to pasturage, Fairford assuredly possessed but few attractions to the stranger, and in that very circumstance John Tame found his advantage. He was then not only extensively engaged in trade as a manufacturer of cloth, at Cirencester, but largely interested in the breed of sheep, for the sake of their wool, and to him, therefore, Fairford presented the attraction of becoming the head-quarters of his operations. He was enabled to rent large tracts of land in the neighbourhood at a very moderate sum, to cover them with vast flocks of sheep and to collect their wool at Fairford, thereby imparting new life to its monotony, and affording employment to its labouring population.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Thus we know, from the authority of Leland, that 'Fairford never flourished afore the cumming of the Tames into it.'" (Holt)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The sheep breeding venture in Fairford succeeded but John wasn't finished yet. "Wealthy, but still a nobody; the chief personage in Fairford, and yet not the owner of a foot of land in it. Whilst matters thus stood, John Tame doubtless conceived the possibility of his taking a firm root in Fairford, and, following out that idea with his usual tact and perseverance, he met with his accustomed success; and, for a consideration, obtained from Henry in 1498 a cession of a <i>portion only</i> of the manor, by lease or otherwise. Whatever the arrangement was, certain it is that John Tame did <i>not </i>acquire the lordship of the manor." (Holt)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">All of this had a huge impact on his son Edmund's family's prospects. Edmund married twice. His first wife and my ancestor was Agnes Greville, who came from noble roots. Edmund's daughter Margaret Tame married Sir Humphrey Stafford (both are my ancestors). Sir Humphrey was a descendant of Henry II, grandson of Elizabeth Woodville's lady-in-waiting and kinswoman Alice (Haute) Fogge, and brother-in-law of Mary Boleyn.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Just as John's attention turned to Fairford and the opportunities it afforded, Edmund's attention turned to achieving a position prior generations of Tames probably didn't think possible. "At this time he had abandoned all active interference in business, although he still embarked an extensive capital in the breeding of enormous flocks of sheep. His ambition was, however, rather with the Court than the counting-house, and so successfully did he play his cards as to receive the honour of knighthood from Henry VIII, in 1516, in which year he was attached to the Royal Household, as appears from the 'list of names of the king's officers and servants sworn to attend in his chamber'; and wherein the name of Sir Edmund Tame appears as a knight of the body, and that of his son, Edmund Tame, as an esquire for the body, extraordinary." (Holt)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My parents gave me a watercolor print of Fairford Mill and St. Mary's after we returned home, which I kept on my wall in my bedroom into my twenties, then on my living room walls in my Utah and Virginia apartments as an adult. Little did I imagine, as my seventeen-year-old self woke to the pleasant sound of sheep and looked out at the old church and wandered around the town and countryside of Fairford, or as my young adult self glanced at that print and imagined being back there, that my ancestors revitalized that town and rebuilt that church and bred the ancestors of those sheep and flourished from their wool. Fairford became dear to me but I didn't know until recently what that pretty town did for my ancestors or what my family did for that town. Now I know.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">One last fact about John Tame:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In his will, John "left a legacy toward the 'marriage of xxx poor maydenes within four myle of Fairford, or else in the town of Cicetter'..." (Holt)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And with that, I turn to the next challenge...</span><br />
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First Challenge: Where There's a Will</span></h3>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Week 18 (April 30 – May 6) – Where There’s a Will: Do you have an ancestor who left an interesting will? Have you used a will to solve a problem? Or, what ancestor showed a lot of will in his or her actions?" (<a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/may-2015-themes-for-52-ancestors/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And here, things take a sinister turn...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Recently, I re-read <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Killed-Strangely-Death-Rebecca-Cornell/dp/0801475279/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1430732852&sr=8-1&keywords=killed+strangely" target="_blank">Killed Strangely</a></i> by Ellen Forman Crane. The book covers the death of <b>Mrs. Rebecca Cornell</b>, probably born Rebecca Briggs. Because Crane suggested that Rebecca and her eldest son Thomas seemed to be two strong-willed personalities that may have destroyed each other and because there seemed to be some resentment on Thomas' part, probably because of stipulations in Rebecca's will, I've chosen to write about Rebecca.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Rebecca and her husband Thomas Sr. came from Saffron Walden, Essex, England and immigrated with their large family of children to Boston. They were Puritans but soon became allied with Ann Hutchinson. They moved to Rhode Island and for a brief time, to New Netherland (now New York). </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The massacre that claimed Ann Hutchinson's life forced much but not all of the family back to Rhode Island. After Thomas Sr.'s death, Rebecca became involved with the Quakers, the movement having newly arrived in America, which, among other beliefs, viewed women in a progressive light.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This may have put her even more at odds with Thomas Jr., who was not a member of any church and seemed more interested in increasing his wealth and prominence in the community. So too he lived in a society where he would be expected to be the head of his family, having control of his own property. His efforts to get ahead were frustrated by his mother who controlled the property on which she, Thomas Jr., and his wife and children lived and to whom he was in debt (she holding a bond against him).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Thomas was left property in Rebecca's will but it was not without strings attached. Rebecca stipulated that for the property, he was to pay a sum to each of his brothers and sisters. Crane estimated that the total of these sums would have been nearly the value of the property and surmised that Thomas may have wondered why he had to essentially buy his legacy while his siblings were given theirs and while other eldest sons received more generous bequests.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In 1673, elderly Rebecca's body was found burned in her bedroom. While the death was ruled accidental initially, a dream of Rebecca's ghost by her probable brother John Briggs, as well as other circumstantial evidence, led to Rebecca's body being exhumed and examined and an inquest being conducted.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Now, I saw one website that related John Briggs' dream, then stated something along the lines of "And thus we dismiss him." That didn't really make sense to me. Dismiss how? I mean they had an entire page devoted to him. Anyways, we can't really just look away when it comes to the supernatural evidence that occassionally appear in the official records of colonial New England or we will never understand that very interesting period in history. Crane makes it clear that New Englanders were at the crossroads of modern legal procedures we are familiar with and the older practices of medieval Europe. Supernatural evidence, like Rebecca's ghost beseeching John to look how she was burnt, had begun to be controversial at the time but was still widely accepted. Studying these difficult cases shows us the gradual evolution of the world that was to the world that now is.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It is indeed difficult in our day to understand exactly what happened in the trials and why the jurors and bench chose as they did or ascertain what really happened to Rebecca (accident, murder, or suicide can't be ruled out). But the result was that Thomas was found guilty of murdering his mother.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Whatever Thomas did or didn't do, he would face the gallows just months after his mother died. "Whereas you Thomas Cornell have been in this Court Indicted and charged for murthering your mother Mrs Rebecca Cornell Widow. and you beinge by your peers the Jurry found Guilty. Know and to that end prepare your selfe, that you are by this Court Centanced to be Carried from hence to the Com[m]on Goale, and from thence on fryday next which will be the twenty thre day of this instant month May about one of the clock to be carried from the said Goale to the place the Gallowes — and there to be Hanged by the neck untill you are dead dead." (Records of the General Court of Trials 1671-1704; Newport Court Book A; October 1673 Transcribed verbatim by Jane Fletcher Fiske, 1998)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">What is certain is that the relationship between the mother and son was extremely troubled. Witnesses testified that Rebecca complained of abuse and neglect. Whether Rebecca's fears ultimately proved to be true or not is obscured by Rebecca's suggestions on a couple of occassions that she had considered doing herself away and by the circumstantial nature of the evidence. There was the fact that she was not feeling well and that women from time to time met their deaths by accidentally getting their skirts caught in the flames of hearths. In addition, there is the possibility of other suspects.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Did Thomas kill his mother? It's too hard to really tell. Crane goes into much more detail and if you are interested in this case, her book may help you interpret the strange facts of Rebecca's death. She will lay out a number of theories. But she will not solve it for you. What at the execution of Thomas Cornell Jr. seemed like a clear murder case is now an unsolved mystery, a cold case with little hope of resolution.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Next week's challenge from <a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/may-2015-themes-for-52-ancestors/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>: "Week 19 (May 7-13) – There’s a Way: What ancestor found a way out of a sticky situation? You might also think of this in terms of transportation or migration." And now, (hopefully) back to more regular posting!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172320407640203413.post-83133907815696232452015-04-20T00:50:00.001-07:002015-04-20T00:54:11.533-07:0052 Ancestors: Live Long<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Week 16 (April 16-22) – Live Long. Time to feature a long-lived ancestor. Any centenarians in the family?" (<a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/april-2015-themes-for-52-ancestors/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A quick look at the family tree shows a couple of ancestors that were reported to have become centenarians: Jacques Caudebec of Bolbec, Pays de Caux, Normandy, France and Owen Aston of Ettingshall, Sedgely, Staffordshire, England. As I have already written about <a href="http://mabfamilyhistory.blogspot.com/2015/01/52-ancestor-challenge-fresh-start-and.html" target="_blank">Jacques Caudebec</a>, it's definitely <b>Owen Aston's</b> turn.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I'm descended from Owen and his wife Isabell (Fullwood) Aston twice, through his grandsons Joseph and Robert, the son of Robert, son of Owen. Grandson Robert had a son John, who had a son Joseph, who married Mary Aston, the daughter of Edward, the daughter of Owen's grandson Joseph. In other words, my ancestors Joseph and Mary (Aston) Aston had a common set of great-grandparents, Robert and Ann Aston.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Back to Owen...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">We don't know a whole lot about his life. But so it often is with genealogy. However, We do know a few things that do give a couple of clues about who he was as an individual.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He does appear in legal records. My mother, on <a href="http://www.boydhouse.com/alice/Aston/aston03astonancestors.htm" target="_blank">her Aston ancestors page</a>, writes, "Owen is mentioned in the Sedgley Manor Rolls twice: On 8 October 1633, "Richard Whitehouse vs. Owen Aston in a plea of trespass upon the case", and 5 June 1634, "Richard Whitehouse vs. Owen Aston in a plea of trespass upon the case". This is a phrase from English Common Law - it is a tort which alleges a civil injury without force or violence, such as libel or slander, fraud or breach of duty." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I'm not sure what was passing between Owen and this Richard Whitehouse or if the two mentions were related to two separate cases or one ongoing case. But apparently, Richard and Owen were at odds with each other for over six months.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">We also know that he was a nailor. Yes, a person plying this trade did just what you might think--make nails.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">On <a href="http://www.boydhouse.com/alice/Aston/maryastonancestors.html" target="_blank">my mother's page on Mary Aston's line</a>, she gives more information about nailors: "An article on the nail trade in the Black Country says: "The beginning of the nail trade in the Black Country and other parts of the surrounding areas are lost in antiquity. Reference to nails being made go back as far as the 12th century. The trade was always domestic in character, the nails being made in small workshops either attached to, or close to, the nailer's house. In the early times, that is up to about the 17th century, the nail trade would have been mainly a part-time occupation along with agriculture, with nails being made in times of bad weather and in winter. The improvement of slitting the iron into bars early in the 17th century helped stimulate the nail trade. Improvements in the blast furnaces and the change from charcoal to coal made the nail trade competitive. Richard Reynolds wrote in a letter about 1760 and said that, 'The nail trade would have been lost to this country had it not been found practical to make nails of iron made with pit-coal'...(The Black Country Nail Trade by Arthur Willets, online at www.sedgleymanor.com) Often the entire family would be involved in making nails, including children seven years old and up."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Finally, we know about his death and his reported lifespan. My mother reports, "Owen died and was buried 24 April 1679 in Sedgley: 'Buried Old Owen Aston, Ettingsole, aged above 100 years'." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">What is remarkable is that Owen would not have been a wealthy man with access to the best care, best diet, and best et cetera and so forth. He would have performed a great deal of physical labor in lifetime, potentially wearing himself out working with iron and pit-coal. He lived in the 1500s and 1600s, at a time when there much disease and other less than favorable conditions but less medical knowledge than today. And yet, he made it long enough to be called "Old Owen Aston." He may truly have lived as long as reported but even if the report was a bit exaggerated, he still must have attained an admirable age to have earned the entry he had in the burial records.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Next week's challenge from <a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/april-2015-themes-for-52-ancestors/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>: "Week 17 (April 23-29) – Prosper. Which ancestor has a rags-to-riches story? Which ancestor prospered despite the odds?" Next week, I'll be going even further back in time...to the 1400s and the green sheep-covered hills of Fairford, Gloucestershire.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172320407640203413.post-90166818291359096892015-04-13T03:47:00.000-07:002015-04-13T03:47:09.151-07:0052 Ancestors: How Do You Spell That?<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>"Week 15 (April 9-16) – How Do You Spell That? What ancestor do you imagine was frequently asked that? Which ancestor did you have a hard time finding because of an unusual name?"</i> (<a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/april-2015-themes-for-52-ancestors/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>IJken Jans Kuijstensdr.</b> is perhaps my hardest-to-pronounce ancestor based on the spelling provided in the source record. To be clear, though, she lived at a time (early 1600s) when spelling mattered much less than it does now. She was probably not asked how to spell her name for that reason and two other reasons. Another reason was that less people were literate at the time (though IJken's family was affluent and a somewhat more likely to have some ability to read). Second, she was Dutch with Dutch names living in the Netherlands. Even if everyone read back then and cared about spelling, they would not be as likely to need someone to spell out a name.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">That said, you take a literate, spelling-conscious, non-Dutch-speaking 21st-century dweller like I was when I first saw IJken's name, give me a name like IJken Jans Kuijstensdr., and ask me to pronounce it...it's going to be a struggle!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In fact, I ended up posting in a forum for help (to which <a href="http://archiver.rootsweb.ancestry.com/th/read/Dutch-Colonies/2003-11/1068906284" target="_blank">I got a reply</a>). The closest I can come with my current limited knowledge of Dutch (a deal greater than back then but still pretty small) is:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">IJken = Ikun <a href="http://www.forvo.com/word/ijken/#nl" target="_blank">(hear it on Forvo)</a></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Jans = Yans <a href="http://www.forvo.com/word/jans/#nl" target="_blank">(hear it on Forvo)</a></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Kuijsten = perhaps Kowsten (this is not recorded on Forvo but <a href="http://www.forvo.com/word/kuijk/#nl" target="_blank">Kuijk </a>and <a href="http://www.forvo.com/word/kuijpers/#nl" target="_blank">Kuijpers </a>are and can help give an idea how Kuijsten is pronounced)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Dr. (short for dochter) = doctor <a href="http://www.forvo.com/word/dochter/#nl" target="_blank">(hear it on Forvo)</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So, probably something along the lines of Ikun Yans Kowstensdoctor to an English-speaking ear.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And then there's IJken's brother-in-law, Leendert Dircxsz.:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Leendert = Lendert (<a href="http://www.forvo.com/word/leendert_roelof_jan/#nl" target="_blank">Forvo </a>or <a href="http://www.heardutchhere.net/names.html" target="_blank">Heardutchhere</a>)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Dirckxsz. = Dirkszoon</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">- Dirck = Deerck (<a href="http://www.forvo.com/search/Dirck/" target="_blank">Forvo </a>or <a href="http://www.heardutchhere.net/names.html" target="_blank">Heardutchhere</a>)<br />- Zoon = Zone (<a href="http://www.forvo.com/word/zoon/#nl" target="_blank">Forvo</a>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So, something like Lendert Deerckszone.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And there are plenty more of those kinds of names on that side of the family. Whew!</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">14th-century tower in Andel<br />("Romboutstoren" by I, Remcovn. <br />Licensed under CC BY 2.5 via <br />Wikimedia Commons)</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">What's the Deal with Those Names?</span></h4>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">One thing I learned quickly when researching my Dutch ancestry is the structure of the names and the naming traditions. This is important.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">IJken has three names. IJken is her given name. The others were a patronym and a surname.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The Dutch at that time used patronyms (father's name used as a last name). Therefore, IJken's name tells us that she was IJken, daughter of Jan Kuisten (in fact, he shows up in records as Jan Anthonisz Kuijst - yes, that means that Jan was the son of Anthonis, or Theunis).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Kuijsten (or Kuijst) was the family's surname. The use of surnames was unusual at this time in the Netherlands. Notice, for example, that Leendert Dirckxsz. has only a first name and patronym. Most Dutch families didn't adopt a surname until the early 1800s. Those who settled in New Netherland (like mine did) often didn't come with a last name but adopted one within the first several generations. IJken's family, however, as well as her husband's family (Roosa), had surnames before that time though. However, they were well-to-do and in the case of her husband's family may have had connections to the aristocratic Rosendael family, so they may have found it neccessary to use a surname to distinguish themselves.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Another thing to note and one that reinforces the idea that IJken was the matriarch of the Roosa family is the naming tradition. One of the patterns seen among early modern Dutch families (including colonial Dutch) is that of naming the first sons after their grandfathers and the first daughters after their grandmothers.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Former windmill in Herwijnen, a town<br />associated with the Roosa family<br />("Herwijnen De Jager 8983" by Willemjans - <br />Own work. Licensed under CC <br />BY-SA 3.0 via Wikimedia Commons)</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Who Was Not the Matriarch of the Roosas?</span></h4>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">At one point, it was claimed that the mother of Albert Heymans Roosa, the immigrant to New Netherland, was named Metje Gysbertsor Roos. This name throws up red flags. First, Gysbertsor seems to be a mistranscription of Gysbertsdr. Second, Roos looks like a variation of Roosa, instead of a unique last name. Third, Metje is not a name that is passed down to her granddaughters, as it would according to the Dutch naming tradition. (However, Albert and his two known brothers named daughters Eijke or Eyke, variations on IJken.) One of these items, taken alone, could be overlooked. All three warning signs, taken together, made me question the idea of Metje being the correct mother of Albert.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Then, How Do We Know IJken is the Matriarch?</span></h4>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Apparently, I wasn't the only one questioning the legendary Metje. Researcher Jos De Kloe found a Heijman Guijsberts, husband of IJken Jan Kuisten, mentioned as an heir in the will of Marieken Aert Willemsdr., the mother of IJken. The reasons he believes this Heijman Guijsberts to be the Roosa ancestor is: </span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“In Andel there is only one man, in this time period, that bore the name Heijman Ghijsberts; up to 1750 no one else in the village carried this combination of first name and patronymic name.” </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“The name Heijman is a rare name anyway in this village (later typical to the Rosa clan).” </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Years later appear a Jan Heijmans Roza and a Govert Heijmans Rosa, both having daughters named Eijke. Jan first uses the name Rosa in 1654, Govert first in 1653.” In addition, Albert Heymans Roosa also had a daughter Eyke. </span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">For more information on IJken and her family and to see details about her mother's will, see <a href="http://www.boydhouse.com/michelle/roosa/heijmanguijsberts.html" target="_blank">my page on Heijman and IJken on Boydhouse.com</a> (I have not transferred my notes on the Roosas to my Olive and Eliza website but it's on my family's site Boydhouse. I plan on adding the Roosa pages to Olive and Eliza as I'm able.)</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Rembrandt's <i>Saskia in a Red Hat</i>,<br />painted a little over a decade after Marieken's will</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Next week's challenge from <a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/april-2015-themes-for-52-ancestors/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>: "Week 16 (April 16-22) – Live Long. Time to feature a long-lived ancestor. Any centenarians in the family?" Next week, I'll be going further back in time to an ancestor who was said to have been "aged above 100 years."</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172320407640203413.post-65747160144009212552015-04-07T01:02:00.000-07:002015-04-07T01:04:53.170-07:0052 Ancestors: Favorite Photo<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>"Week 14 (April 2-8) – Favorite Photo: Who is in a favorite photo of yours? Or tell the story of the photo itself — where was it taken, what was the event?"</i> (<a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/april-2015-themes-for-52-ancestors/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">There is something amazing about coming across the photo of an ancestor, especially one you've never seen a picture of before. I've had this happen a number of times. Here are some examples:</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Eliza (Fowlke) and Elias Aston<br />See below for details.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Alonzo Havington Ennis<br />A wonderful relative found my father's website<br />and realized that she had more information on<br />the Ennises that we did. She sent a package with<br />an Ennis genealogy by Alonzo's grandson, a page<br />from a county history, and this and the next photo.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Olive (Bird) Ennis, Alonzo's wife</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Harriet Ann (Aston) and Charles Edward Green<br />and baby Curtis<br />I had seen a photo of Harriet as an older woman<br />but not of her in her younger year or of Charles.</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As I noted above, I'll share the story of Elias and Eliza (Fowlke) Aston, both about the finding of their photo and about them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">When I was an undergrad at BYU, I took a family history course. For my term paper, I had to research and report on an ancestral family and their children and at least some of them needed to be born post-1850. Well, choosing a family with post-1850 children that hadn't already been researched was not so easy. After conferring with my Mom, I chose the Aston as she had only some bare facts on them. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I didn't expect to find anything new...but I did. There was contact info for a submitter on Familysearch and they had the photo of Elias and Eliza above, a copy of which they graciously sent.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">They also sent a copy of remembrances of family members, including their granddaughter, Irene Aston Shumway: "Elias had quite a hard time raising all those children. I have heard Grandmother <i>(Eliza Fowlke Aston)</i> tell about pinning some of the little ones to her apron when she sat down to sew. I remember Elias as a little man with a long beard, walking with his hands clasped behind his back. Grandfather <i>(Elias Aston)</i> studied the Bible and could recite the scriptures by heart. He was very religious.” </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">We learned a great deal about the family. I wrote up my paper and Mom eventually wrote a webpage with the information we learned, including this: "Above the family home was a large ditch, and in the summer all the boys would go to the ditch for their morning washing. The family worked and played hard together. They all enjoyed square dances. The family also had tragedies. Orson was killed at age 20, as they sat on a hillside eating their lunch. A large rock rolled down, striking him in the back, killing him instantly.Mary Maria was sickly all her life and never married. All the boys and Harriet suffered from asthma, and eventually died from its effects."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In addition, Mom returned to some records she had gathered previously so she could send them to me. As she did, she noticed that she had misread a place on a record--it read "Wollaton," not "Nottingham." That discovery allowed her to locate Elias' ancestors.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">To learn more about the Astons, go to Mom's website on Harriet, Elias, Eliza, and their ancestors: <a href="http://www.boydhouse.com/alice/Aston/aston01contents.htm" target="_blank">http://www.boydhouse.com/alice/Aston/aston01contents.htm</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The Aston project was one of my first family history projects. The next was the Ennises with more photos and more biographical details and more door opened to find even earlier ancestors. For this reason, these pictures are among my favorites. Who knows what wonderful pictures are out there still? Perhaps there are more pictures of the ancestors I've seen before. Or perhaps of those I've never seen. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I mentioned last week that of my great-great-grandparents, I'm only missing photos for Maurice Hickey and Squire Richardson. There are some unidentified Carey photos, including one of an older gentleman, maybe even Maurice. As for Squire, perhaps there's a mugshot.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">While we're speaking of Squire, last week I wrote about <a href="http://mabfamilyhistory.blogspot.com/2015/03/52-ancestors-different.html" target="_blank">him and his son William Henry</a>. Then, on Saturday, the brilliant Studio C released a video that really, really reminds me of researching the Boyd-Richardsons:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Next week's challenge from <a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/april-2015-themes-for-52-ancestors/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>: <i>"Week 15 (April 9-16) – How Do You Spell That? What ancestor do you imagine was frequently asked that? Which ancestor did you have a hard time finding because of an unusual name?"</i> Well, the ancestor I'm thinking of probably didn't get asked how to spell her name, just judging from the time and place. But I did have to ask for help knowing how a name spelled like that is pronounced.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172320407640203413.post-69817700258586907522015-03-31T00:26:00.000-07:002015-03-31T00:37:18.676-07:0052 Ancestors: Different<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>"Week 13 (March 26 – April 1) – Different. What ancestor seems to be your polar opposite? What ancestor did something that seems completely different than what they “should” have done or what you would have done?"</i> (<a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/march-2015-themes-for-52-ancestors/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This week's challenge is easier than last week's. In the past, I've reflected on the changes the Boyd family (or at least my Grandpa's branch) experienced in the twentieth century. Just today, I was scanning some of my Grandpa's letters to Grandma during World War II and came across one passage where he was looking forward to their married life and what he wanted for his future family. He wrote, "so if ever we do have kids then we get the very best any one could give them a colledge education a good home when there little and the things I wanted and never had." (spelling, formatting, etc. preserved)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Fast forward to this year. Grandpa and Grandma have two sons and five living grandchildren. Each have at least attended college. One son and four grandchildren have earned Bachelors and the other grandchild is working his way to his degree. Three granddaughters, including myself, have Masters. We grew up in nice little houses - nothing extravagant but all good, stable places for children. There are other differences in our upbringing too - in religion and in the, ahem, civil behavior of the adults in our lives.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And this brings me to the ancestors who made different choices than I would have: my great-grandfather <b>William Henry Richardson alias Boyd</b> and his father <b>Squire Freeman Richardson</b>. Let me tell you the main way in which we are different: They made money. Nope, they didn't have fabulous jobs with hefty salaries. They literally made money. Squire actually earned the moniker in some newspapers of "the Cassadaga counterfeiter." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Now, I've made lots of things - drawings, paintings, crocheted scarves, so on. But I've yet to make anything that could get me arrested and I don't intend to start. However, I did laugh myself silly when I did a Google search for "Squire Richardson Cassadaga" and pulled up this newspaper article from the New York Times archive:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I knew that great-grandpa had been arrested for counterfeiting, so I've learned from an early age to not be ruffled by ancestors misbehaving. But it was still quite a surprise finding my ancestor showing up in a major newspaper for his misdeeds.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">When this family tradition started, I don't know. Before Squire, the family seems to have been respectable farmers. Before 1888, Squire was a farmer or farm laborer and I have seen no evidence that he had started making illegal coins before then. By his admission, he had only been in business for seven or eight months before he was caught in 1888. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">What I do know about his activities come from newspapers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I know something of the nature of the coins he made. The false silver coins were “dollars and half dollars of a kind that was almost impossible to detect and of which large quantities have been circulated in Erie, Warren, Oil City and Jamestown. Some of the stuff also reached Buffalo.” They were made mostly of plate tin with some copper and antimony and were molded in plaster of paris dies. Some contained a little silver but most had been plated with it</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">They had been made by him in the woods near his home in Cassadaga with a hollow tree as his workshop. Squire had a “decent” reputation and had been “traveling a great deal, on and off.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">During one such trip, to attend the Republican convention in Chicago, as he later admitted, he had passed bad money. He had several accomplices, including one Henry “Hank” Mellon, who helped him pass off the money, including during the night of a Democratic parade in Fredonia. His son, William Henry, a brakeman on the D.A.V. & P. railroad, passed a quantity of the money, which was traced back to him. Apparently, he disappeared before he could be pursued. It was later rumored that Squire was also engaged in making moonshine and that detectives were investigating his illegal still when they found the clues that led to a counterfeiting investigation by the Secret Service.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Detective Patrick Lyons, who had been “hanging about saloons” in order to get close to the gang members, managed to “ingratiate himself into Mellon’s favor.” While on board a train between Warren and Cassadaga, Lyons persuaded Mellon to give him an order for Squire to give him $100. Mellon subsequently became suspicious and attempted to throw some counterfeit coins in his pockets from the moving train. A bystander tried to stop him, thinking he had gone mad, and Lyons arrested Mellon. The latter attempted an escape but was recaptured.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Meanwhile, Lyons gave the order to Edward Bennett, who was working undercover with Lyons. On 20 November 1888, Bennett presented the order to Squire, who showed him his tools and metal and told him that he did not have that quantity but would make it. He began to work on the coins while Bennett witnessed, when Lyons arrived to conduct a raid on Richardson, in which dies were found in his house. Squire and Bennett were arrested. Lyons took them to Buffalo that night and Squire discovered that Bennett was undercover, apparently arrested only nominally in an attempt to keep certain details secret from other members of the counterfeiting gang. A reported seven gang members, including Squire and Mellon, were arrested that day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Squire spent that evening in the Erie County jail. On 21 November, he “was taken before Assistant United States District Attorney Hoyt and vigorously pumped” and made a full confession that night. He later spoke well of his treatment by officers but in spite of reports that he would “squeal” on his accomplices, it was later reported that he did not implicate any of them. Squire was arraigned and allowed to see his wife Carrie (Caroline E. Devol) and “his two adult daughters” (even though other records indicate that he only had one daughter, Julia, and a son, William Henry) the next morning before being taken to Auburn, Cayuga, New York, that night, where he was to be taken before a grand jury. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Squire appeared in court as “an honest farmer about sixty years of age. He was dressed in an old suit of cheap working clothes and wore a blue calico shirt and rubber boots.” He later admitted to a reporter that he had worn it “for effect” because he had been “afraid to spruce up because the judge might have thought he was younger, and given him a harder sentence.” He pled guilty and said “that I would ask the court to be lenient as possible and promise that when I get out I won’t engage in the business again, and will do all I can to suppress it.” Squire was sentenced to four years in the Erie County Penitentiary and a fine of $50 on 24 November 1888. Squire responded, “That’s tough.” </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Afterwards, he spoke to a reporter and willingly and perhaps proudly shared his method for producing the coins and what he would do differently. He said told the reporter that he felt sorry for his wife, rather than for himself. While the reporter had seen a report that Squire was wealthy, he denied that Carrie had no property to fall back on but did have good friends. On 13 Dec 1888, the Olean Democrat reported that Lyons received a written order from Squire to Carrie to show Lyons some woodchuck holes in the orchard on the farm of Elijah Wood. There, Lyons found plaster of paris dies and other counterfeiting tools.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Unfortunately, I don't have any photos of Squire. Of all my great-great-grandparents, I'm missing photos only for him and of Maurice Hickey on my mother's side of the family. Maybe one day I'll track down his prison records. One could only hope that there's a mug shot in those records. That would make for one interesting family photo wall - faithful LDS pioneers, hardy immigrants, soldiers in uniform...and one prisoner in stripes. One can hope.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Squire passed his "trade" to his son. William Henry married and had a son Charlie in New York, then for reasons not entirely clear, he ran away, changed his name (not legally) from Richardson to Boyd, and started another family in Arkansas. The Boyds moved to Texas, Arizona, and finally California. In the 1930s, William Henry and much of the family had moved in his daughter Katie's house in San Francisco. It was there that William Henry and daughter Mary’s husband made their own counterfeit silver coins. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My grandfather Frank came home from school one day and saw what was happening and learned a little bit about how the coins were made. William Henry's wife and Frank's mother Bertha became angry when she discovered that Frank was being exposed to the illegal activity. Frank stated in an interview, “She says, I’m not gonna let Frank see that no more, and she says, We have no business living there. She says, We’d rather starve,” Frank reported. She took Frank and moved out. She got a job working for one Mrs. Rothenberg, who gave them a place in which to live on Seventh Street. Bertha took in laundry for the Rothenbergs and for others in the neighborhood. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">At one point, William Henry decided to stop making the coins and he broke the molds. However, he kept a bag of the coins hidden in their wood stove. When Mary’s husband got caught burglarizing a house in about 1933, he reported what William Henry had done. William Henry, then about seventy-two years of age, was arrested and put in a minimum-security prison near the Puget Sound for a year. After leaving prison, the family was reunited and William and Bertha again lived under one roof.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Grandpa ended up working with metals too but he did so legally. He was an ironworker and his specialty was handrails, not money. While his letters indicate that he had a rough patch in his younger years, his life took a decidedly different turn than his father and grandfather's. His mother had wanted him to become a preacher and while he didn't become one, he did have an interest in religion. He settled down and became a working class family man and eventually, his interest led him to speak to LDS missionaries. Better times, a desire to give his family what he didn't have, and an LDS belief in learning and education led to college for his descendants. A stable home and the values we learned in our homes and church led to a transformation, the transformation Grandpa wanted. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Sometime we carry on traditions; sometimes we turn from them and change. Sometimes traditions are good; sometimes they are unhealthy. In my case, there are many good, healthy traditions that have been passed down from some of my ancestors. But there are those that seem foreign to me and that's okay. It means that I can be reasonably sure that if my portrait ever hangs on a wall, there won't be a set of numbers along the bottom and a scowl on my face.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Next week's challenge from <a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/april-2015-themes-for-52-ancestors/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>: <i>"Week 14 (April 2-8) – Favorite Photo: Who is in a favorite photo of yours? Or tell the story of the photo itself — where was it taken, what was the event?"</i> Time to dig through the photo folders...</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172320407640203413.post-15655444507737866972015-03-21T00:47:00.001-07:002015-03-21T01:01:43.132-07:0052 Ancestors: Same<span style="color: #332211; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.5240001678467px; line-height: 20.2859992980957px;"><i>"Week 12 (March 19-25) – Same. What ancestor is a lot like you? What ancestor do you have a lot in common? Same name? Same home town?"</i> (<a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/march-2015-themes-for-52-ancestors/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>)</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #332211;"><span style="font-size: 13.5240001678467px; line-height: 20.2859992980957px;">Deciding on this ancestor was harder than I would think. Different will be easier than same. I have several ancestors that have made me think, "What were you thinking?!?"</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #332211;"><span style="font-size: 13.5240001678467px; line-height: 20.2859992980957px;">But same? Hmm... Same name...nope. I have yet to find an ancestor named Michelle and am not too likely to find one, except maybe, maybe among my French..but thus far, nope. Boyd goes back only a couple of generations (a story for another day). Same hometown? Maybe my parents but no one lived there before that (I've got to say that I have a lot in common with Mom and she is an ancestor but for the sake of privacy, I'll choose someone else).</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #332211;"><span style="font-size: 13.5240001678467px; line-height: 20.2859992980957px;">So, after some thought, I decided to write about <b>John Alexander Cameron</b>. I have the same religious beliefs that he did. He had to leave home and most of his family and live very far away. I had to move far from all my family and all that I knew and move from the West to the East Coast for some time. We both spent part of our lives in Utah. He and his daughter, Catherine, were temple workers. My mother and I are temple workers. (I could have featured Catherine for this and other reasons perhaps but <a href="http://mabfamilyhistory.blogspot.com/2015/01/52-ancestors-tough-woman.html" target="_blank">I've already featured her</a>.)</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #332211;"><span style="font-size: 13.5240001678467px; line-height: 20.2859992980957px;">One interesting thing to note is that in a photo of John in full kilt, he wears a tall feather, the sign of an armiger. My mother wrote, "John Cameron's character makes it unlikely that he would have worn the feather undeservedly, so it appears that he may have had noble roots. Also, a receipt for funds sent to Great Britain in 1861 shows him as John Cameron, Esq. Debrett's Peerage defines the use of Esquire as 'By the 14th century an esquire (armiger) practically attained equality with a knight, both in function and privileges.' The use of the title in England and Scotland indicated a person higher than a gentleman and lower than a knight. John was the oldest son in the family, so may have carried any hereditary titles due to the family. " For a frame of reference, seventy-two years before John's birth, the Clan Cameron had been on the frontlines in the Battle of Culloden. Cameron lands were forfeited for a time to the government and land clearances took place starting in 1801. The Industrial Revolution also contributed to social and economic upheaval.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #332211;"><span style="font-size: 13.5240001678467px; line-height: 20.2859992980957px;">They did remain in New Jersey until 1852 when they (with the addition of a son, James Alexander) moved to Saint Louis, Missouri. His grandson George Henry Southam reports, “When they arrived in St. Louis, it was probably Friday night. They had enough money to buy food for his wife and two children and himself for one week, or else enough to pay for lodging for his family. They decided that they must have a place to live, so they spent every cent they had for lodging. He went out and got himself a job at his trade of shoemaking, but he could not start work until Monday. Being a faithful man, he located the Church, which was about nineteen blocks from where they lived. Sunday morning on his way to Church he found 25 cents in paper money lying on the board sidewalk. There were people coming and going all the way, but by the time he had reached the church, he had found enough money to feed his family for one week.”</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #332211;"><span style="font-size: 13.5240001678467px; line-height: 20.2859992980957px;">In 1855, wife Margaret died. He married a second time to Mary McFall but she died in 1857. Here, too, John and Mary lost two daughters Margaret and Mary. Alice Parkinson was his third wife. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #332211;"><span style="font-size: 13.5240001678467px; line-height: 20.2859992980957px;">With Alice and his children by Margaret (Catherine and James), Mary (Robert), and Alice (John), and perhaps Alice's nephew William, they left for Salt Lake City in 1861. Along the way, another daughter Jennette, was born and John fell sick. As I wrote before, his daughter Catherine drove the wagon most of the way.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #332211;"><span style="font-size: 13.5240001678467px; line-height: 20.2859992980957px;">John and his family settled first in Round Valley, then Randolph, Utah. In the 1890s, he and daughter Catherine worked at the Salt Lake Temple and did temple work for their ancestors. It was there that he gave Catherine the advice she needed to continue in her medical work. “The first year after the Salt Lake City Temple was dedicated, (1893) she was working in the temple, assisting her father to do the work for their dead relatives. She told her father that she thought she should have to give up the work among the sick as she felt it was almost more than she was able to stand - to take care of her family and be out with the sick so much. Her father said, "Catherine, you are all that your mother has to represent her here on earth and you are only fulfilling your patriarchal blessing where it says that you shall be as a well of living water in a desert, and people shall flow unto you and call you blessed.” (information from Amy Gardiner and Dorothy Hein)</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #332211;"><span style="font-size: 13.5240001678467px; line-height: 20.2859992980957px;">Visit my mother's website to learn a lot more about <a href="http://www.boydhouse.com/alice/Cameron/cameron03johnalexandercameron.htm" target="_blank">John Alexander Cameron</a> and<a href="http://www.boydhouse.com/alice/Cameron/cameron01contents.htm" target="_blank"> his ancestors</a> and <a href="http://www.boydhouse.com/alice/Cameron/Cameron%20Kilt.html" target="_blank">John's kilt and other heirlooms</a>.</span></span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Like John, I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of <br />Latter-day Saints <br />(photo of me and my brother on my baptism day)</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Like John, I've had to leave family and home and live far away. <br />(photo of me and my dog, Gigi, at Colonial Williamsburg, <br />taken by Adam Boyd, during a visit)</span></td></tr>
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<span style="color: #332211;"><span style="font-size: 13.5240001678467px; line-height: 20.2859992980957px;">Next week's challenge from <a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/march-2015-themes-for-52-ancestors/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>: <i>"Week 13 (March 26 – April 1) – Different. What ancestor seems to be your polar opposite? What ancestor did something that seems completely different than what they “should” have done or what you would have done?"</i> Boy, do I have a story for this one!</span></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172320407640203413.post-2128666228023127632015-03-10T02:55:00.001-07:002015-03-10T03:16:40.981-07:0052 Ancestors: Luck of the Irish<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>"Week 11 (March 12-18) – Luck of the Irish. Do you have an ancestor who seemed particularly lucky? Do you have a favorite Irish ancestor? This is their week."</i> (<a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/march-2015-themes-for-52-ancestors/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Being LDS, it may be surprising that I love a holiday that most Americans associate with drinking funny-colored beer. Members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, on the other hand, do not drink. I do not drink. So, March 17 doesn't mean getting sloshed on beer and artificial green dye for me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But I do love St. Patrick's Day! And it does mean more than wearing green and avoiding pinches and decorating with the ubiquitous leprechaun to me (though I have been known to hide tiny leprechaun-ish surprises late at night on St. Patrick's Day for friends to find). And why should I? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Why wouldn't I?!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I've loved this holiday since childhood because I'm about a fourth Irish and it's a day to celebrate my Irishness.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I love it because it honors a real man who had the courage to return to the land where he had been enslaved on a mission of mercy to share the Gospel as he knew it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A man who had an impact on a nation that would become the light and hope of Western Civilization in the early Middle Ages, preserving and sharing the knowledge of the ancient world with the nations of Europe.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I love it because I celebrate a remarkable people with a rich heritage of language and arts and preserving who they are in the face of adversity, a people from whom I received an inheritance of imagination and humor and perseverance.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Now, as to highlighting a single Irish ancestor, how can I pick a favorite?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I've already introduced you to the Careys (<a href="http://mabfamilyhistory.blogspot.com/2015/02/52-ancestors-close-to-home.html" target="_blank">Close to Home</a>). And there's their ancestors, the families of Dwyer, Cullinane, Harrigan, Kennedy, Cunningham, Duane, Hickey, Allen, Kirby, Leddin, Gleeson, Morrissy, and Kiely, along with all those who are mine but whose names I do not know. They are all mine, a part of my heart, as well as my genes. They came from Counties Limerick and Tipperary, in Munster, the southwest of Ireland. They faced starvation in the Great Famine and left the land they loved--great-great-grandparents John Joseph Carey (and his mother Johanna (Cullinane) Carey), Mary Ann Harrigan, Maurice Hickey, and Margaret Leddin. They came to a country where they weren't always welcome and worked hard to become hard-working, educated, and respectable.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Relatives Tom and Nora Hickey still own the house.</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">To learn more about these families, visit <a href="http://www.boydhouse.com/alice/Carey/carey01contents.htm" target="_blank">my mother's website on the Carey, Harrigan, Hickey, and Leddin families</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I love my Irish ancestors but since I'm supposed to highlight an ancestor, I think I'll share the experience of great-great-grandma <b>Mary (Harrigan) Carey's</b> arrival in America since it's a good example of that independent rebel spirit I'm so familiar with. I'll also share a modern connection, the first visit of family to Mary's brother's grave.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">At the age of seventeen, Mary arrived at Castle Garden. She was destined for her sister Anne (Johanna) (Harrigan) Lynch's farm in Iowa. But then, before she was processed through, she just happened to see some her cousins, fun cousins...and here they were in New York City. Imagine being a teenager in a new land, headed for a farm, with one chance to see the great, bustling city of New York. Do you sigh and wish that your sister would let you have a little time there?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Well, that's what Mary didn't do. Over the fence she went. Records show her as "lost at sea." On the contrary, Mary was having the time of her life. My mother wrote that according to family stories, "They gave her a glorious week while her sister was looking for her."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Anne eventually caught up to her. Away they went to Clinton, Iowa, where "she worked very hard, mainly for thanks." Fortunately, she had another cousin, this time in Chicago, and so she ran away and stayed with Mrs. Lawson, her relative. There, she met her husband, John Joseph Carey.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As rebellious as she may have been as young woman, she expected behavior that was becoming to a family of respectable Irish immigrants who sought to defy the stereotypes. She seems to have been a formidable force in her adulthood.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Her granddaughter Dolores Carey Gonczo said, "Grandma ruled the roost - every year all the boys that worked, married or unmarried, bought a new front parlor carpet, and the year-old one went into the back parlor. The Carey boys had to be in by 9 p.m., and the man next door used to set his watch by the boys rounding the corner and sprinting on home.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Another event I remember (or was told about) is that she dictated that each one could only get married in chronological order. But my Father and Mother (who was German) decided to get married before John and Mae Hickey were married (John was two years older than my Dad), and that, coupled with the fact that my father was marrying a German girl, Grandma came to the wedding - but, she came in after the wedding party had gone down the aisle and sat in the back pew. Hence, she was the <i>first </i>one to congratulate them! She would never give the neighbors anything to talk about.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">...But she was a lovely lady, and I do mean lady. I, too, had heard that she was much higher class than her husband, and many a time, sitting at her feet in the Morris chair, she would regale us with stories of Ireland, and the fact that "we are all descendants of Brian Boru on one side of her family and the King of Munster on the other side of her family." "</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Another granddaughter, Ruth Wheelock Matheny, said, "My mother said that she was violently opposed to the use of makeup by her daughters. When they were young ladies, she would still stand by the front door with a damp cloth and swipe the face of anyone wearing even powder! They were a happy family, though, who made their own fun."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">When I think of Mary Harrigan, I think of a special moment I had while I was living in Virginia. Mary had a brother Patrick who left for America. What became of him was a mystery to Mary and her family. One daughter wrote, "Pat fought in Civil War with the Confederate army. No word was ever received from him. Mother often thought perhaps he was the father of Dr. Harrigan who looked much, very much like the Kennedy men."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">His fate was discovered later. My mother found a muster roll for him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In the remarks, it says, "Died at Richmond March 1862." She now we knew. He died at the age of 28 in the Civil War.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In 2010, I was living in Yorktown, Virginia. My daily commute took me past a Union soldiers' cemetery, over the famed Revolutionary battlefield, and across a Civil War trench. Williamsburg and Jamestown were an easy drive from my apartment. History was on my mind a lot there. While I spent most of my time exploring the colonial and revolutionary sites, the Civil War had left its mark and I began to think of my family's involvement. On my father's side, there were a number of Union soldiers and I looked up the information I had on each of them to see if any had a connection to Virginia. I remembered that my mother's family had a Confederate soldier, so I looked over my mother's research too.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Richmond! Patrick died in Richmond, only an hour away from Yorktown! If he died there, maybe he was buried there. But it was a good-sized city. Where to start?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The Union cemetery down Cook Road on my way to the Coast Guard Training Center made me wonder if the Confederates had a cemetery of their own. I searched for Confederate cemeteries in Richmond and discovered that there was a cemetery (Oakwood) in Richmond with a restoration committee. I decided to take a chance and see if any of the committee knew of a Patrick Harrigan.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">One of the members graciously answered me: "I did find a Patrick Harrigan, Company B, 1st Virginia Battalion, born 1-13-1834, died 3-16-1862, at Hollywood Cemetery in Section SS B, Lot 308. Since he was a Virginian, I was able to go to the Virginia Regimental Series for the 1st Virginia Battalion by Robert J. Driver and Kevin C. Ruffner. This is the information they show on him: 'Harrigan, Patrick, Pvt, Co. B, Enlisted Covington 5/14/61. Absent sick in Richmond Hospital 7/19/61 until he died 3/62.'"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Hollywood Cemetery is a large cemetery with a tall, gray stone pyramid dedicated to the Confederate dead and a smaller black dog statue guarding one of the graves. It took work to find the area where Patrick was buried--the sexton's office was closed when I was there. There is no marker. But I found approximately where his body is at rest.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It was a special moment. I was aware that I would have been the first family member to visit and that his immediate family would not have known of his death and would not have mourned. I thought of what I knew of mourning in the 1860s. I wore my best black dress (complete with black wool coat, gloves, and hat--it was cold) as would have been done back then. I brought a rose and left it as close to the grave as I could. I cleaned all the trash in the area.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And then, I said, "I found him, Mary."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Next week's challenge from <a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/march-2015-themes-for-52-ancestors/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>: <i>"Week 12 (March 19-25) – Same. What ancestor is a lot like you? What ancestor do you have a lot in common? Same name? Same home town?"</i> My family tree is full of variety. I have saints and sinners. I have kings, peasants, and all sorts of people in between. I have lot of different choices for stories. But which one is a lot like me? Hmm, I'll have to reflect...</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172320407640203413.post-87954792131341121142015-03-02T03:51:00.001-08:002015-03-02T03:51:52.151-08:0052 Ancestors: Stormy Weather<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Week 10 (March 5-11) – Stormy Weather. This is the time of year that the northern hemisphere starts to see severe storms. (As if the blizzards in New England this winter haven’t been bad enough!) What ancestor endured a particularly severe storm? It could be something like a tornado or blizzard or it could be a “storm” of bad things." (<a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/march-2015-themes-for-52-ancestors/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">An aunt in Ohio said earlier that it will be below zero tonight, friends in Virginia reported that church was cancelled because of snow, and it will probably snow overnight in Salt Lake City. Here? It's in the high 40s (60s in the day) with the next good chance of rain not until next week. Before anyone gets too jealous, remember we're still dealing with drought here. That said, I'm going to have to use my imagination as I tell the story of a storm that took place about 395 years ago.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">During this storm, the now well-known <i>Mayflower </i>was in midst of the Atlantic. On board were the first of my ancestors to settle in America: <b>John Howland</b>, his future wife Elizabeth Tilley, and her parents John and Joan (Hurst) Tilley, as well as John Tilley's brother Edward and sister-in-law Ann. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The Tilleys would all survive the voyage, only to perish, except for young Elizabeth, within that first year in the New World. Elizabeth, a teenager at the time, lived to adulthood and had ten children. How must she have felt during that first rough winter, witnessing all of the adults who were to take care of her die, knowing that she was the last of her family in the New World?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But back to the storm and to John, the central player in this story. John was a servant of the Carver family, also aboard. Fellow pilgrim William Bradford later described him as being “a lusty young man.” He, along with the others, must have been pretty brave. They had risked everything for the privilege of practicing their religion, facing persecution and a fierce ocean for its sake.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And the Atlantic can be very fierce. Bradford stated, "In sundry of these storms the winds were so fierce and the seas so high, as they could not bear a knot of sail, but were forced to hull (lay-to) for divers days together." He called the storm of our story "mighty" and said that they were laying at hull. I could be wrong but this may be laying ahull. "No storm tactic is more controversial than lying ahull. The technique is simply to douse all sail, batten down the boat and let it find its own natural position in the sea. The tiller is usually tied to leeward (wheel to windward) to help the boat keep her bow from falling off too far. (<a href="http://features.boats.com/boat-content/2000/08/heaving-to/" target="_blank">From Day, George, "Heaving-to," Boats. com, 2000, retrieved 2 Mar 2015</a>) This technique seems to involve allowing the vessel to drift, as it is not anchored.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The trouble started when John was "coming upon some occasion above the gratings" and fell overboard. Now exactly why John was where he was is unknown. Bradford didn't see fit to explain this part of the incident in full detail. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Now, I must say that I have seen some claim that John must have been drunk to fall off the ship, which I must refute. There is nothing in any contemporary account to confirm this and it seems to be a fairly recent and apochryphal addition to the account. Not that I would object if were really so. I'm not the type to expect all my ancestors to have led entirely virtuous lives or to blindly refuse to acknowledge that they could have made mistakes or behaved badly. In fact, I have some very hilarious drunk Dutch colonists from the same century that I own to be mine as much as I do John. Sometimes, as a genealogist, you just have to roll with what the evidence gives you. However, there is no evidence to support the idea of him being tipsy and there is certainly no need to invent a reason for John falling overboard. To quote Tolkien, "There isn't no call to go talking of pushing and pulling [or being drunk]. Boats [or ships] are quite tricky enough for those that sit still without looking further for the cause of trouble." (Words in brackets added by me.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Why <i>did </i>he probably fall overboard? I used to live near Jamestown, Virginia and had a number of opportunities to explore the replicas of the <i>Susan Constant</i>, <i>Godspeed</i>, and <i>Discovery</i>, the ships that carried the first Virginia settlers. The space below deck is limited, even without a full complement of passengers and cargo, and one docent explained to me that after bobbing on the ocean day after day in stagnant, smelly air, passengers relished any time they could even partially stick their cramped bodies above deck. There might be a number of reasons John may have been "above the gratings." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Whether he was supposed to be up there or not can only be guessed. But even if he wasn't supposed to be, it wouldn't shock me. I've seen people run out of a building during an earthquake, even though they're not supposed to (that is, if one values not having a dent in the head). What comes to mind at this point is the opening of Shakespeare's <i>Tempest</i>, where the passengers seem to be moving about the ship during the storm (annoying the crew, in that case). </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Bradford said that he was "with a seele (roll) of the ship, thrown into sea." The fact that he fell off a heaving deck, once he was up there, is hardly surprising. I don't drink at all but I'm pretty sure I could very well end up flipped off a deck if there was a mighty storm.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Anyways, what happened next is thrilling and amazing. Wrote Bradford, "...but it pleased God that he caught hold of the topsail halyards which hung overboard and ran out at length." A halyard is a line (basically rope, in layman's terms) used to hoist sails, yards, flags, etc., in this case, a topsail (the square sail set above the lowest sail on a mast). In other words, John fell but was able to grab onto a line, which ran out behind the drifting vessel.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">That could easily have been his end. He could have easily given up and lost hold of that line. But he didn't! "Yet he held his hold (though he was sundry fathoms under water) till he was hauled up by the same rope to the brim of the water, and then with a boat hook and other means got into the ship again and his life saved." Such a close call!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Poor John was a little worse for the wear after his rescue but he survived. "And though he was something ill with it, yet he lived many years after and became a profitable member both in church and commonwealth." He married Elizabeth and had those ten children I mentioned. He died over fifty years later and the records of Plymouth Colony say that "Hee was a godly man and an ancient professor in the wayes of Christ ; hee liued vntill hee attained aboue eighty yeares in the world. Hee was one of the first comers into this land, and proued a vsefull instrument of good in his place, & was the last man that was left of those that came ouer in the shipp called the May Flower, that liued in Plymouth."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My brother, upon learning of John's near-fatal mishap, joked that he was our only ancestor to waterski to America! But in all seriousness, he was blessed to live and thrive. Besides me, his descendants include Joseph Smith, his wife Emma (Hale) Smith, several U.S. presidents, and Sir Winston Churchill. The world would be a very different place without John Howland and his posterity!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Next week's challenge from <a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/march-2015-themes-for-52-ancestors/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>: "Week 11 (March 12-18) – Luck of the Irish. Do you have an ancestor who seemed particularly lucky? Do you have a favorite Irish ancestor? This is their week." Oh, goodness! A good quarter of my family history is Irish. Next week, I gear up for St. Patrick's Day and celebrate my Irishness!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172320407640203413.post-56947386288634169422015-02-23T02:39:00.000-08:002015-02-23T23:57:57.560-08:0052 Ancestors: Close to Home<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>"Week 9 (Feb 26-Mar 4) – Close to Home. Which ancestor is the closest to where you live? Who has a story that hits “close to home”?"</i> (<a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/february-2015-themes-for-52-ancestors/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As I mentioned at the end of my post last week, my family's history in California is fairly recent. One of my Devol ancestors married a Capt. George Littlefield who I know visited San Francisco during a voyage and died somewhere between there and Hawaii in 1850. But it would be another 69 years before any ancestor put down roots there. Before 1919, you would have to go all the way to Utah (or perhaps Panaca, Nevada, where ancestor John S. Haslam settled for a short time before returning to Salt Lake City) to find any of my family.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">That said, this is a good week to talk about why my great-grandparents <b>John Joseph and Mary Josephine (Hickey) Carey</b> and later three of my grandparents and two more of my great-grandparents came here.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">One of my favorite photos of my great-<br />grandparents. John, an amateur photographer<br />evidentally set up the shot and just barely<br />made it into the picture. Mae is holding</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> their eldest son John.<br />My mother discovered this in a group of<br />undeveloped negatives that John had taken.</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">John and Mary (called Mae after she married) were first-generation Americans. Each of their parents were born in the counties of Tipperary and Limerick in Ireland. John was born in a working-class Irish neighborhood in Chicago, near where Mrs. O'Leary's cow allegedly kicked over the lantern (the fire went the other way, fortunately). Though the Hickeys lived in Chicago usually, Mary's father found work on the railroad, so she was born in Colorado. Education and improvement was important to these hard-working families to whom opportunities had been so long denied. And so John and Mary were encouraged and were able to move up and find respectable work at Marshall Fields department store. Mary was a cashier, a very lady-like job in those days, and John became a credit manager. They married in 1908 and had two sons in Chicago, John Joseph and Thomas Ignatius.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Mary Josephine (Hickey) Carey</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Things were looking good for the Careys until the store owner's son changed it all. <a href="http://www.boydhouse.com/alice/Carey/carey03johnjcareyjr.htm" target="_blank">My mother wrote</a>: "John's strong ties to Chicago were broken when John got into a disagreement with Marshall Field, Jr., and John 'told off' Marshall Fields, Jr. John was effectively blackballed in Chicago, and had to look outside the area for employment. He found work in San Francisco, and the family moved there. Before they left John was able to watch the homebound troops march down State St. at the end of World War I." That was in 1919 and the next year, Grandpa James Aloysius Carey was born, the first of my family born in my home state.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">John at the Palace of Fine Arts<br />in San Francisco, a place with which I,<br />as a Bay Area native, am very familiar</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Grandpa James Aloysius Carey<br />The first of my family born in California</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">John continued his work as a department store credit manager, first at City of Paris in San Francisco, then Schlesinger's in Oakland, then again at City of Paris. They lived in San Francisco, then in Berkeley. John is remebered for his good sense of humor. He loved loved photography and building radios. Some of his photos can be seen in <a href="http://www.boydhouse.com/alice/Carey/Albumintro.html" target="_blank">this online Carey family photo album</a>.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">John and Mae at my grandparents' wedding</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Mae was president of the Berkeley City Women's Club, president of the parish branch of the Ladies Aid Society, and State Secretary of the Catholic Daughters. She knew <i>Robert's Rules of Orders</i> from cover to cover, crocheted, loved elegant hats and clothes, and smelled of lavender, <a href="http://www.boydhouse.com/alice/Carey/carey04maryjhickey.htm" target="_blank">according to her grandchildren</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The 1919 move brought part of my family to the San Francisco Bay Area. The next part of my family, <b>the Boyds</b>, would come ten years later in 1929. It was the year that saw the start of the Great Depression and my great-grandfather William Henry Boyd (born William Henry Richardson) was out of work. The mines had been “all mined out” and began to close down. No other work could be found in Arizona where he and his family lived. Will hadn't paid property taxes on some oil land in New Mexico and lost that, as well. The Boyds owned a small store that was attached to their house in Phoenix but it didn't produce the income to make up for the losses. Like many others, the family began to move to California.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The Boyds, from top to bottom:<br />Will and Bertha<br />Frank Willis (Katie's husband) and Katie<br />John and Antonette (John's wife)<br />Ruth (Jim's wife) and Jim<br />Mary and Julia<br />Ruthie (Mary's daughter) and Frank</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">They did not come all at once. I know that daughters Katie and Mary were there by the time son Frank (my grandfather) arrived. Great-Grandma Bertha (Brown) Boyd drove to their new home with my seven-year-old grandfather and her seventeen-year-old daughter Julia in a 1928 soft top Dodge touring car. The trip took a week. They went to Marysville, California first, where Bertha worked at the Del Monte cannery in Gridley. Will and his son John, in the meanwhile, worked and lived in Oakland. Eventually, wanting to keep the family together, Bertha brought Grandpa to Oakland.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The next to come was Grandma <b>Florence Rose Mahler</b> in 1945. She was then engaged to Grandpa Boyd who had met her as an Army surgical technician in training at a hospital near her hometown, Denver, Colorado, during World War II. During leave, he and a friend went to the skating rink, where they met a “nice girl, innocent, clean-living, pretty.” Their engagement was not received well by her family, however, and things became such that she decided to leave home. She went to the Bay Area and was taken in by Grandpa's parents. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Soon after, she took a train to North Carolina (where Grandpa was then stationed), went over the border to South Carolina (where there was a short wait period for marriage licenses), and married at the first town they encountered (Marion). She returned to California and waited for him there. He was discharged in early 1946 and they settled in the East Bay.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It was also in about 1946 that the last of my grandparents arrived. Grandma <b>Beulah Green</b> had grown up in Salt Lake City, Utah, but with the end of the war, jobs and opportunities were far more plentiful than they had been before. Grandma wrote: "I came to California when I was 25, so that Aunt Velda and Uncle Blondie could come here and go to school. I had the car, and they wanted to go to the University of California. I applied for jobs at the unemployment office in Oakland. I applied for four jobs, and got five offers...I took the job at Bank of America as a traveling secretary." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It was at this job that she would meet a veteran named James Aloysius Carey. At first, she thought he was a happily married man with about three children, but soon discovered otherwise. After two years, the quiet Jim asked her out.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And the rest is, well, my family history. So now you know how I ended up calling California home!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Next week's challenge from <a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/march-2015-themes-for-52-ancestors/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>: <i>"Week 10 (March 5-11) – Stormy Weather. This is the time of year that the northern hemisphere starts to see severe storms. (As if the blizzards in New England this winter haven’t been bad enough!) What ancestor endured a particularly severe storm? It could be something like a tornado or blizzard or it could be a “storm” of bad things."</i> You've had a chance to see how my family got to California this week. Next week, you will learn how the first of my family came to America. That tale will take us back to a storm at sea in 1620 that nearly cost an ancestor his life.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172320407640203413.post-11072631585625387512015-02-16T03:15:00.000-08:002015-02-16T03:15:54.877-08:0052 Ancestors: Good Deeds<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>"Week 8 (Feb 19-25) – Good Deeds. Does this mean a generous ancestor or one you found through land records? You decide."</i> (<a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/february-2015-themes-for-52-ancestors/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This week I decided to highlight <b>Alonzo Havington Ennis</b>, not only because he was a man whose legacy includes good deeds but whose tale came to me through a good deed. (Technically, I could go into good land deeds too. He had a fair deal of land to his name. However, more important to my research were the good land deeds of his wife's family - one key to my being able to break through the brick wall that had kept us from going any further back. Anyways, back to the generous kind of good deeds...)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>A Genealogical Good Deed</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Alonzo and his wife Olive Bird were among my first interests in family history. As a child, my parents often volunteered at the Oakland LDS Family History Library. While we would often go to my grandparents' house whenever they called upon to work at the library, sometimes my brother and I would end up at the library with them. We would quietly find ways to entertain ourselves. At first, this meant shadow puppet shows using unoccupied microfilm readers or looking through the card catalog for the hardest word to read (the winner was Czechoslavakia). </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Eventually, I decided that I wanted to do family history. My initial methods were not very effective. They consisted of picking random books off shelves and looking in the indexes for familiar surnames. So, my parents set tasks for me, like looking through specific records for Alonzo and Olive. I found some secondary records for Olive's birth but nothing that helped us get past Alonzo's parents William and Margaret or to find Olive's parents. However, it helped me learn the very basics of research. Eventually, Mom taught me how to read old documents and had me help her search wills and church records for other ancestors. At BYU, I took a family history class and honed my skills by researching my ancestors Elias and Eliza (Fowlke) Aston. But it always bothered me that I could never get any further on the Ennis and Bird families.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Then, after my college graduation, it happened - the good deed that helped me learn more about Alonzo and Olive and eventually about many generations of their ancestors.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A kind distant cousin contacted my father. We had never met her but she had stumbled across the website my father had built, which included information on our family history. She had seen that we were descendants of Alonzo and Olive but that we went no further back than his parents and Olive. In her email, she said she had information that we might want. That email was followed soon after by a package. In it were these two pictures:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Perhaps you know what's it like to have heard the name of a long-dead relative and then, at last, to see their faces. If you have, you know what joy I felt. If not, then I will tell you that you go from the murk of only having an abstract image of these people you know so well by name, from the uncertain imaginings of what they may have looked like, to having a definite idea of their faces. In your mind, you can see them now as they appeared when they were alive, walking, smiling, holding their children. They become more real. I have experienced this with the Ennises, the Astons, and ancestor George Southam, and each time it was a delight to see their faces at last.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But it was even better than that. Also included in the package was the copy of <a href="http://www.boydhouse.com/darryl/ennis/book/cover.htm" target="_blank">a manuscript written by Alonzo and Olive's grandson Calvin</a> and a page from a county history that linked Olive to her parents James and Mary Bird. Here were details of their lives, an account of Alonzo's personality, and information that I would be able to use to push further back in time to earlier generations!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This relative blessed me through her kind deed and now, if you wish to know more about the ancestry of Alonzo and Olive, I will pay her kindness forward. <a href="http://oliveandeliza.com/ennis/index.html" target="_blank">Click here to see my website on the Ennis genealogy (scroll down for the Birds).</a> Be aware though that I am still building many of the pages and will post the missing pages as I am able. I had much of the information posted on Boydhouse.com (my father's website) but since I have an easier time accessing Olive and Eliza (my website), any updates to my information will be posted there.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>An Ancestor's Good Deeds</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Alonzo was born in 1819 in Schenectady, New York to William A. and Margaret Elizabeth (Snell) Ennis and grew up in upstate New York. The religious environment at that time and place is something with which I'm quite familiar, being LDS. It was a time of revivals and spiritual renewal, a time when people were making decisions about what they believed and allying themselves to one church or another. Joseph Smith, the first president of the LDS church, was living in upstate New York at the time and described "this time of great excitement":</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Some time in the second year after our removal to Manchester, there was in the place where we lived an unusual excitement on the subject of religion. It commenced with the Methodists, but soon became general among all the sects in that region of country. Indeed, the whole district of country seemed affected by it, and great multitudes united themselves to the different religious parties, which created no small stir and division amongst the people, some crying, “Lo, here!” and others, “Lo, there!” Some were contending for the Methodist faith, some for the Presbyterian, and some for the Baptist.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">According to Calvin Ennes, Alonzo's father eventually chose spiritualism - in essence, a movement featuring the belief that the living can communicate with the dead and associated with mediums and seances. The Ennises, like Joseph Smith's family initially, seemed to be divided in their beliefs. At least, Alonzo made his own choice. He became a Seventh-day Adventist, as did many of his posterity. My own grandfather (Alonzo's great-grandson) spent part of his childhood attending an Adventist church in Arizona.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The Ennises moved to Ohio. Here, Alonzo taught school and met Olive Bird. Olive was the daughter of James and Mary (Bunker) Bird. Before Olive was born, the Birds had moved from the area around Palmyra, New York in 1819 (with other family members moving in the spring of 1820 - a familiar town and date to any reader who is LDS like me). In Ohio, James farmed, "preached the Gospel" (though I'm not sure which church he belonged to), and practiced a form of herbal medicine. Alonzo and Olive moved from Union County, Ohio, where they had met and married, after the birth of their sixth child.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In Henry County, they bought land and had a great deal of success in farming. Another daughter, Sarah Olive, was born there but three and a half years later, tragedy struck. Olive and their youngest baby did not survive childbirth. Alonzo was left to raise his children alone and he carried on for another nine, almost ten years, with great grace and dignity.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Among the details that I learned about Alonzo from his grandson Calvin's account, two details particularly impressed me and gave me a picture of a man of conviction who nevertheless was kind and generous with those who believed differently:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>"Alonzo was liberal in his belief. He not only kept the Sabbath Day holy, but he kept Sundays holy also. He would not do anything nor permit any members of his household to do anything on Sunday that would disturb people of other faiths."</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>"When the Community Church was built at Texas, Sarah Ennes stated that Alonzo Ennes was instrumental in getting the church finished by giving a large contribution towards its completion. Although always an Advent by faith, he wanted other churches to thrive."</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">What an example! In our time, when people are often so divided, it's good to remember that we can be firm in our beliefs, we can practice as our conscience dictates, and yet we can, like Alonzo, be civil, considerate, and loving with our neighbors. That is part of both my heritage and my belief system. Even before I knew Alonzo as well as I do now, conviction with kindness is something that was instilled in me and it continues, strengthened by the example of this good man, to be part of me. I hope that you may find inspiration in the good deeds of Alonzo as well.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Next week's challenge from <a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/february-2015-themes-for-52-ancestors/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>: <i>"Week 9 (Feb 26-Mar 4) – Close to Home. Which ancestor is the closest to where you live? Who has a story that hits “close to home”?"</i> I grew up and have returned to live in Northern California. Having lived in Virginia and traveled in Europe, I know how relatively recent Californian history is (or rather, the European-American part of it - of course, the Miwok have been here a long time). My own family history in California is even more recent. However, I've decided that this is a good time to explain how the first of my family came to be here. So, next week, we go back in time to 1919. Until then, do a good deed in honor of Alonzo!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172320407640203413.post-55578734059518794022015-02-09T03:54:00.000-08:002015-02-09T03:55:07.523-08:0052 Ancestors: Love - The Tale (Maybe) of A Phoenix and A Turtledove<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>"Week 7 (Feb 12-18) – Love. Which ancestor do you love to research? Which ancestor do you feel especially close to? Which ancestor seemed to have a lot of love?"</i> (<a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/february-2015-themes-for-52-ancestors/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I debated which story I should share this week. I could go for comedy and talk about Stephen and Martha (Bunker) Hussey's disastrous wedding...but I think I'll save that tale for later, just in case. ;) There were a couple of other tales from my family tree that would fit the challenge. But in the end, I've got to go with the couple that may have inspired poems about ideal love and marriage...including one by Shakespeare. Their names are <b>John Salisbury and Ursula Stanley</b>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">John Salisbury was the son of Katherine Tudor of Berian by her first husband, Sir John Salusbury. Katherine was a relative of Queen Elizabeth I, as well as her ward and companion, and a descendant of both Owen Tudor and Henry VII. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Katherine was married four times and widowed thrice. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">She must have been considered a pretty prime choice for a wife. "It is said that when performing her last duty at the tomb of her first husband, she was escorted to church by Sir Richard Clough, and home by Morris Wynned of Geydir, who expressed a wish to be her second spouse, and received the civil reply, that his offer came too late, for she had already promised her hand to Sir Richard in going to church; but that is she should be call to perform the same melancholy ceremony over that gallant knight, he might rest assured that he should be her third benedict; a promise which she afterwards honorably performed." (<a href="http://members.aol.com/dalesman/wales3.htm" target="_blank">Salisburies of Lleweni</a></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Below is a portrait of Katherine. No, I don't know whose skull that is. I'm hoping it's just allegorical and not great-great-great-great-etc.-grandpa Sir John (husband #1).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">As for John, called Sir John the Strong, I have not found a portrait of him, though one seems to have existed at least into the 1700s. According to Dr. Johnson, it and its subject are described as “dated 1591, aged 24, half-length, short hair, no beard, dressed in a yellow figured jacket, a ruff, and with his hand on a sword. Syr John ye Strong was also represented in half-length, stout, with dark hair, but no beard; with a great ruff and yellow figured jacket, having a sword in one hand, AD 1591.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I have not found any portrait of Ursula Stanley either nor any description from Dr. Johnson or any other writer. What I do know of her is that she was the result of an illicit love. Her father, Sir Henry Stanley, 4th Earl of Derby, had been married to Lady Margaret Clifford but their marriage apparently soured. Henry and Margaret separated sometime after they had had four children. Henry then lived with a mistress, Jane Halsall, by whom he had four children, including Ursula. While it's not confirmed, it's said that Shakespeare was, at one point, a tutor in Sir Henry's household to Ursula and her sister Dorothy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">John was a poet and </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">a literary patron. Here is the opening to <a href="https://books.google.com/books?id=9-0NAAAAIAAJ&printsec=frontcover&source=gbs_ge_summary_r&cad=0#v=onepage&q&f=false" target="_blank">one of his poems</a>:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Not to extoll your beautie, or sett forth </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>your plenteous graces, and your vertues woorth </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>my yonge Muse dares attempt: such higher skill </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>belonges vnto a farr more learned qwill: </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>I only in humble layes endevor here</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i> to tell the loue I beare to you (my deare)...</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Several poets dedicated work to him but perhaps the most important was <i>The Love's Martyr</i> by Robert Chester, as well as the verses written by other poets and added to the work. Chester dedicated his work to both John and Ursula, with the Phoenix being female and the Turtledove male. Below is just a portion of </span><a href="https://archive.org/details/robertchesterslo00ches" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;" target="_blank">the long poem</a><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Phoenix of beautie, beauteous, Bird of any</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>To thee I do entitle all my labour,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>More precious in mine eye by far then many</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>That feedst all earthly sences with thy savour:</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Accept my home-writ praises of thy love,</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>And kind acceptance of thy Turtle-dove</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Ben Jonson, William Shakespeare, and other poets, as mentioned above, subsequently wrote verses inspired by and supplementing Chester's poem.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Here is part of Jonson's contribution, the final ode:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Splendor! O more than mortal </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>For other forms come short all.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Of her illustrious brightness </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>As far as sin's from lightness.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Her wit as quick and sprightful </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>As fire, and more delightful </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Than the stolen sports of lovers, </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>When night their meeting covers.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Judgment adorn'd with learning, </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Doth shine in her discerning,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Clear as a naked vestal </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Closed in an orb of crystal.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Her breath for sweet exceeding </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>The Phoenix' place of breeding, </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>But mix'd with sound transcending, </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>All nature of commending.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Alas then whither wade I </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>In thought to praise this lady, </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>When seeking her renowning </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>My self am so near drowning.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Retire and say her graces </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Are deeper than their faces, </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Yet she's not nice to show them, </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Nor takes she pride to know them.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And here is Shakespeare's contribution, <i>The Phoenix and The Turtle</i>:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Let the bird of loudest lay,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>On the sole Arabian tree,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Herald sad and trumpet be,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>To whose sound chaste wings obey.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>But thou, shrieking harbinger,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Foul pre-currer of the fiend,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Augur of the fever's end,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>To this troop come thou not near.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>From this session interdict</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Every fowl of tyrant wing,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Save the eagle, feather'd king:</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Keep the obsequy so strict.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Let the priest in surplice white,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>That defunctive music can,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Be the death-divining swan,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Lest the requiem lack his right.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>And thou, treble-dated crow,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>That thy sable gender mak'st</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>With the breath thou giv'st and tak'st,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>'Mongst our mourners shalt thou go.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Here the anthem doth commence:</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Love and constancy is dead;</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Phoenix and the turtle fled</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>In a mutual flame from hence.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>So they lov'd, as love in twain</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Had the essence but in one;</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Two distincts, division none:</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Number there in love was slain.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Hearts remote, yet not asunder;</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Distance, and no space was seen</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>'Twixt the turtle and his queen;</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>But in them it were a wonder.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>So between them love did shine,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>That the turtle saw his right</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Flaming in the phoenix' sight:</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Either was the other's mine.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Property was thus appall'd,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>That the self was not the same;</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Single nature's double name</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Neither two nor one was call'd.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Reason, in itself confounded,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Saw division grow together;</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>To themselves yet either-neither,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Simple were so well compounded</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>That it cried how true a twain</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Seemeth this concordant one!</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Love hath reason, reason none</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>If what parts can so remain.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Whereupon it made this threne</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>To the phoenix and the dove,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Co-supreme and stars of love;</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>As chorus to their tragic scene.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>THRENOS.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Beauty, truth, and rarity.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Grace in all simplicity,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Here enclos'd in cinders lie.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Death is now the phoenix' nest;</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>And the turtle's loyal breast</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>To eternity doth rest,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Leaving no posterity:--</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>'Twas not their infirmity,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>It was married chastity.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Truth may seem, but cannot be:</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Beauty brag, but 'tis not she;</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Truth and beauty buried be.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>To this urn let those repair</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>That are either true or fair;</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>For these dead birds sigh a prayer.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It's not certain whether the companion poems to Chester's work were dedicated to the couple, like Chester's work was. If so, the two birds of the mysteriously allegorical poem about the death of ideal love symbolized John and Ursula. An argument against that idea was that John and Ursula didn't die "leaving no posterity," as Shakespeare wrote. In fact, they had ten children and probably now have a numerous posterity, including myself.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Did Shakespeare and Jonson and the others find inspiration for his poem in different sources than Chester's while still using the same imagery of the Phoenix and the Turtledove? Or did Shakespeare take creative liberties for the sake of his art while still joining with Chester in his dedication to the Salisburys? It's hard to tell. It's tempting to indulge in the hope that John and Ursula's marriage was happy enough to inspire love poetry, however.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Next week's challenge from <a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/february-2015-themes-for-52-ancestors/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>: <i>"Week 8 (Feb 19-25) – Good Deeds. Does this mean a generous ancestor or one you found through land records? You decide."</i> I have some very good and gernerous ancestors but I have to choose one. And I've chosen an ancestor who exemplified not only married and somewhat tragic love (marrying his sweetheart, raising children with her, losing her in childbirth, then dying ten years later due to an accident) but also a Christlike love for his neighbors. More later...</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172320407640203413.post-84420290512735202232015-02-02T02:05:00.001-08:002015-02-02T02:07:28.485-08:0052 Ancestors: So Far Away<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Week 6 (Feb 5-11) – So Far Away. Which ancestor is the farthest from you, either in distance or in time/generations? Which ancestor have you had to go the farthest away to research?</i> (<a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/february-2015-themes-for-52-ancestors/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So, it looks like I have three options laid out in this challenge:</span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The ancestor farthest away from me in distance</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The ancestor farthest away from me in time</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The ancestor that cause me to travel the farthest</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Two is just not going to happen. I have a number of lines stretching back well into the early Middle Ages and have learned that at that point in history, primary sources are scarce and published genealogies that stretch into it are iffy. On numerous occasions, I've come across a supposed line that traces back to Thor, son of Odin or to Zeus. Umm...yuh-huh. That's likely. How does that happen? Well, early on, the folks who drew up pedigrees for those in power all too often faked a line in order to include important historical figures or even gods in the family tree and so prove that their client was worthy to rule. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Anyways, trying to figure out the exact generation where you go from historical and accurate to mythological is tricky and sometimes you just end up with several generations labeled "semi-legendary." And then there are lines that conjecture. If I go with that, I'd end up in ancient Egypt because maybe, <i>maybe </i>I can trace a line from Central Europe into Byzantium to Syria and eventually to the pharoahs. But again, there is a TON of conjecture between my medieval countess and that Egyptian king. It could have happened but there are way more fuzzy points than a genealogist would like.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I'm going for <i>both </i>One and Three. One takes me to the Volga area of Russia and Three takes me to my travels in Germany. And the prize for the ancestors that fit both One and Three goes to <b>Jacob and Margaretha (Rhein) Ewald</b>. I'll also mention their son-in-law <b>Franz Meler</b>, since his story is related.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Here's what I knew about them:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Jacob Ewald was born in about 1718 and his wife Margaretha in 1728. Like <a href="http://mabfamilyhistory.blogspot.com/2015/01/52-ancestors-closest-to-your-birthday.html" target="_blank">the ancestors of Katherine Hoffman that I mentioned earlier</a>, the Ewalds immigrated to <a href="http://boydhouse.com/leichtling/" target="_blank">the Leichtling colony</a> near the Volga River in Russia, where they became farmers. They're mentioned on that colony's First Settlers List of 1767, along with their children Friedrich, Catharina, and Margaretha (my ancestor, then aged three).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Magaretha grew up and married a widower about sixteen years her senior. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Franz Meler, born in about 1749, </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">shows up on Leichtling's First Settlers List with his first wife Anna Maria Schnellbecher and nine-week-old daughter Sarah.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">That we knew this much is miraculous to me. I can remember a time, back when the Soviet Union still existed, when my father and grandmother were told by relatives that what they already knew about their German ancestors in the Russian colonies was all that they would ever know about them. And logically, that seemed likely. Even after the fall of the Soviet Union, there was little reason to hope for more.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Then, in the late 1990s, the censuses came to light. The Russian government, wanting to keep tabs on anyone they considered foreigners, would periodically take a census of the German villages, including each member of household, their ages, their livestock and crops, and their movement to other villages. While they paint an incomplete picture, they are precious. And thus, our family came to know that my great-grandfather's grandfather Nikolaus Mehler (who we knew from Great-Grandfather's stories) was the son of Georg, son of Friedrich, son of Franz and Margaretha.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Well, one more valuable piece of information that the First Settlers List tells us is where these people came from. The Ewalds came from Aschaffenburg in Bavaria, Germany and Franz came from</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">in Mainz in the Rheinland Palatinate in Germany</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This last year, my mother decided to plan a trip for all of us to Europe. Mom's idea was to go to Italy and I readily agreed. I've wanted to go to Florence since I was a teen, which is when I learned to love Botticelli and da Vinci and the other greats of the Italian Renaissance. To give my father something that would interest him, she chose to include Germany, including a tour of ancestral hometowns. What that meant for me was a couple of months of going over the records we had and doing additional research so we would know what towns we wanted to see and what we could do when we got there.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Mom was of great help with Mainz. She took a moment while we were both scrambling about planning to help me Google information on the town. And this is how I learned about the wonderful <a href="http://www.mainz.de/WGAPublisher/online/html/default/stadtarchiv" target="_blank">Stadtarchiv</a>! At her suggestion, I wrote to them to gather any information on Franz that I could <i>before </i>I left. I also decided to look for a <a href="http://www.aschaffenburg.de/de/Kultur__Tourismus/Bibliotheken__Archive/Stadt_und_Stiftsarchiv/normal/cba/index.html" target="_blank">stadtarchiv in Aschaffenburg</a> and email them as well (though I did this a little too near to our departure). I highly recommend the archives in Germany to see if they can help you - they often have someone who speaks English, if you don't know German and are often very helpful.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Mom booked us to stay first at Ruesselsheim near Mainz and this was our home base for several days. On the last of these days, we stopped at the Stadtarchiv in Mainz. We only had a few hours in the morning before the archives shut for lunch and we had to leave to get to Rothenburg ob der Tauber before nightfall.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">We sat in a little room, surrounded by old books and card catalogs and maps, with the cathedral bells sounding the hour outside, and searched feverishly through the cards that contained the extracted records of the parishes of Mainz. Every now and then, one of us would go to set of little drawers at one end of the room and with the help of the archivist, pull another drawer out and take it to the wide table in the middle of the room. The archivist knew very little English but between the librarian who did speak English and came to check on us a couple of times, the little German we knew, the little English the archivist knew, and a little pantomime and guessing, she was able to piece together what was happening and watch with eagerness as a discovery took place.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Above the door to the city archive and library in Mainz</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">There were no Franz Melers, no </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Franz</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Mehlers, no </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Franz</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Mahlers, no </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Franz</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Mollers christened anywhere near the right time. I was becoming resigned to the idea that Franz would remain the end-of-the-line ancestor. Then, my brother came to the rescue. While Mom, Dad, and I searched, he was looking around. His eyes met with a book marked </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Müller</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> and he realized how close that was to Meler. He and Mom asked for the drawer that might contain </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Müllers and the archivist's eyes lit up. Of course!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Hearing what was going on, I pulled up my information and discovered something I had overlooked. While the family had gone by Meler and Mehler later, the very first mention of Franz that I had spelled his name </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Müller. The importance of looking for all the different spelling variations! How important that can be!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">As it turns out, there was one Franz </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Müller born at the right time: </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Franz Michael Müller, christened 30 November 1748 at St. Emmeran's parish, Mainz, the son of Georg and Maria Müller! We had just enough time to stop at St. Emmeran's church before we had to leave for Rothenburg.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">St. Emmeran, Mainz<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Along the way, we stopped at Aschaffenburg. It's in Bavaria, only about 45 minutes away from the Czech border, and features a nice aldstadt (old part of town) with a large basilica. We walked around, then went into the basilica, then had lunch at a cafe (giant soft pretzels!). The church was of great interest to me because of the old memorial stones and the art (some created by artists I know) but I was startled by the relics (a very old skeleton, supposedly of a saint, in a glass coffin). Now, I have a good solid university education and have watched plenty of travel shows and knew very well about such relics. Being a good genealogist, I have a deep appreciation and lack of fear of cemeteries. I've seen other skeletons (or replicas - I never really determined which - at Jamestown) and mummies in museums. But this one...nnnhhh-huh-huh! Yipes! Not sure why it got to me but...shudder!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Overall, I liked Aschaffenburg but it was what happened when we got to Rothenburg that evening that really made that day complete.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The archivist at Aschaffenburg had emailed me. He had recruited two members of the local historical society and those lovely women had track down the Ewalds in the records. As it turns out, the Ewalds were pig-herders who moved frequently in and around Aschaffenburg. In fact, in Margaretha Ewald's christening record, Jacob and Margaretha are listed as "vagabundierend,</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">" or vagabonds. Jacob was the son of Johann Ewald and Margaretha was the daughter of Johann Adam Rhein.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Like I said, working with the archives in the towns where your ancestor came from is important. So too, as this trip reminded me, is reviewing what you know periodically. And travel to these places that were so important to your ancestors can draw you closer to them. I felt less of a connection to my German roots than my other roots before. But getting to know Germany on such a personal level has given me a new level of love for that side of my family tree.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">By the way, since then, I've been able to find more materials available from the </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><a href="http://ahsgr.org/index.htm" target="_blank">American Historical Society of Germans from Russia</a> and fill in some details about the Ewalds' voyage from Germany to Russia and potentially about Franz. To learn more, see <a href="http://oliveandeliza.com/mahler/ewald/jacobandmargaretha.html" target="_blank">my page about the Ewalds</a> and <a href="http://oliveandeliza.com/mahler/mahler/franzandmargareta.html" target="_blank">my page about Franz and Margaretha</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Next week's challenge from <a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/february-2015-themes-for-52-ancestors/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>: <i>"Week 7 (Feb 12-18) – Love. Which ancestor do you love to research? Which ancestor do you feel especially close to? Which ancestor seemed to have a lot of love?" </i>After some deliberation, I think I'm going with a love story that may have inspired Shakespeare. Intrigued? Come back to find out more!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172320407640203413.post-47755200729479053342015-01-27T01:17:00.002-08:002015-01-27T01:18:19.529-08:0052 Ancestors: Plowing Through<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Week 5, Plowing through — We will likely be plowing through a lot of snow by this time. What ancestor had a lot of struggles to plow through? Or take it more literally… It’s up to you (<a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/announcing-52-ancestors-in-52-weeks-2015-edition/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>)</span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This week I decided to highlight a set of ancestors who plowed through a number of struggles, including a Wyoming blizzard. I've already mentioned <b>John S. Haslam</b> in a previous post but now instead of concentrating on his parentage, I'd like to share a particular episode in his life. With him were two other ancestors, his wife <b>Martha (Hamer) Haslam</b> and his widowed mother-in-law <b>Jane (Thornley) Hamer</b>, as well as his three eldest children, Jane Ellen (age 5), John Joseph (age 3), and baby Samuel Hamer Haslam, and a number of brothers- and sisters-in-law.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Let me back up and give you a little background on the family. John was the son of a servant Betsy Haslam and allegedly King William IV of England (<a href="http://mabfamilyhistory.blogspot.com/2015/01/52-ancestor-challenge-fresh-start-and.html" target="_blank">see my post from earlier this month on William IV</a>). At the age of nine, his mother died and he was raised by his uncle and aunt, John and Jane (Haslam) Hardman. He remained close to the cousins with whom he was raised.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">William IV died when John was 14. If he was the his son, he was not widely acknowledged and any support would have ended with the king's death. Indeed, locals noted that the Hardmans seemed to have a little more "substance and means behind the Hardman family." But John did, at some point in his childhood, have to work carrying coal in baskets in the mines. About the time of William's death, John was bound over to learn the blacksmith trade. However, Aunt Jane died in 1838 and a year later, John left home to join the British Navy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">John was baptized a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints at the age of 19. The son of John's cousin Job Openshaw reported, "...When John Haslam joined the LDS Church, my father went to his abode to show him the grievous error he had made by joining the very dangerous False Prophet Apostles Organization, the Mormon Church. At this time, very much opposition had arrayed itself against the Church and they were evil spoken against everywhere…But, instead of my father convincing cousin John of his error, cousin John convinced father that perhaps he was mistaken and he began to see the new light...just previous to Cousin John’s departure for America, John Haslam baptized my father and mother into the church in the town of Bolton, Lancashire, England." Soon after he left for America on the ship carrying Elder Orson Hyde, returning from the Holy Land.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">John became close to the Hamers, a family from John's native Lancashire. John began to work with the father, Samuel, a blacksmith. Samuel died of malaria in 1843 but John's connection to the family continued and in 1845, he married one of the daughters, Martha.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">They lived in Nauvoo, near the home of Eliza Granger Kimball, the woman who was inspired to organize a women's charitable group that Joseph Smith organized into the Relief Society. John spent part of his time working on the temple and while I don't know if he could have been one of the men who Sister Kimball saw heading to the temple in threadbare shirts, hearing the history of the Relief Society makes me smile. Perhaps my own family were among the first to benefit from the compassionate service of the Relief Society.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">With the martyrdom of Joseph Smith and the increasing hostility towards Mormons, the Haslams and Hamers found themselves in a difficult and dangerous situation. They were among the last to leave Nauvoo and were forced from their homes by a mob.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Eventually, they made their way to Winter Quarters. "John’s services as a blacksmith were greatly needed help make wagons for the Saint’s westward trek. Brigham Young asked him to stay at the Saint’s outfitting point." (from <a href="http://www.boydhouse.com/alice/Haslam/haslam05johnshaslam.htm">http://www.boydhouse.com/alice/Haslam/haslam05johnshaslam.htm</a>) They worked ferrying pioneers across the river, as well as blacksmithing at Winter Quarters, then in Iowa.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">One important point related to the blizzard is this: "As John S. Haslem was making wagons for the immigrants, there came a party of trappers that could go no farther with their full wagon as they went off the main roads in their trapping business. So John S. Haslem made a tongue to go in the rear axle of their wagon and a box to put their stuff in so they could ride on top, or in other words, a two-wheeled cart that was high so it would go over the stumps and high roads. These trappers were so pleased they gave him twenty dollars, and about the only money he had seen for a long time, and twenty dollars was a lot in those times. They were starting on their trip at 3 p.m., so John S. told them they had better wait until next morning and sleep in the shop where it was dry, as it was storming. So when the trappers went for their horses at daybreak next morning one had died, and they didn't have enough money, if it was available, so John S. felt so bad for them he asked them how long they expected to be gone. They thought one year at the most, and maybe six months if they got a load of furs that soon. So John S. told them to take one of his horses, as he thought he wouldn't need his team which, by the way, was a good team. So they did and left John S. with one horse." (from account by John's grandson John Henry Haslem)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In 1851, the Haslam-Hamers left for the Salt Lake Valley. The lack of a team must have seemed a great trial. John Henry Haslem continues, "But when he decided to start to Utah, he had only one horse and no money to buy a good one, and horses were very scarce. People used mostly oxen these days at this place, so John S. bought a little Indian pony for three dollars and put it with his big horse, and made the big horse pull most of the wagon, which was OK until they hit muddy roads. Then they had to discard most of the load, as the horses could not pull it."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And this brings us to the Wyoming blizzard. Here is John Henry Haslem's account: "If my memory serves me right, Granddad’s (John S.) wagon was the only one in the company. All the rest were handcarts. So the wagon was mostly full of ill people and small children too small to walk. So they plodded on as best they could, until their horses gave out, and they could only make a few miles a day. So the rest of the company could go faster, they went on and said they would send someone back to rescue them. They expected to find help at Ft. Bridger, Wyoming, but no one was there to send back. Because of such slow travel they were getting short of food, and lived on nothing but the wild game they would shoot. But about now they ran out of ammunition so they couldn't get what few rabbits and deer were there. So for many days all they had to eat was the old bones the coyotes had left. They would mash them and crush them with the back of an ax, and boil the marrow out of the center in a big thirty-gallon iron pot. As long as they could see one bead of grease on the soup they ate it, and it saved them from starving for many days (and that was a testimony to them that the Lord put something in the soup to keep them well). But with that diet they soon got so weak they could go no farther.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">They came to an old trapper's cabin built of just logs with nothing in the cracks. But it had a fireplace in the end, so they filled the cracks as best they could with cedar bark, and moved their bedding and grub boxes in— which was all they had room for, by the time twenty or more people got in. They all had to sleep in one bed on the floor, while one sat up all night to keep a big fire to help keep warm, as it was one of those Wyoming blizzards that are so common at that time of year. By now they had lost their hope of being rescued, as they had prayed for so many days, and the hunger pains were so bad. They decided this was the end. But they would be in the cabin with a little protection from the weather and their corpses would be found. But this night they prayed extra long, then all went to bed, except the oldest woman was to sit up and keep the fire going. As she was watching the fire she heard something behind her, and there was a big white rabbit she said was nearly as big as a sheep, standing on its hind legs, on the foot of the bed where the boys were sleeping. He stood there while she woke the boy to grab him, and she was so sure he would get away. As she woke the boy, he grabbed it, and it didn't get away, so they cleaned it and put it in their thirty gallon pot that was already hot on the fire. They started to eat the soup almost before it boiled. They said that was the best meal either of them had ever tasted, even though it was only rabbit. He lasted them two days. The storm quit and here came the trappers with John S.'s horse and quite a little surplus corn they had traded for from the Indians. That lasted until one of Brigham Young's rescue wagons came with food to last the remainder of their journey."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The Haslam-Hamers settled in Salt Lake City, where John worked for the Church balcksmith shop and the family owned land. After Martha's death in 1867 and John's marriage to Mary Ann Kay, John and his brother-in-law Samuel were called to settle in Panaca, Nevada ("the Muddy Mission") with their families. They lived there until circumstances were such that the settlers had to return. John served as an usher in the Salt Lake Tabernacle.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A few things that stand out about John and Martha and Jane's lives are:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">1) A sister in Relief Society this Sunday said that sometimes we serve and sometimes we are the service project and that's alright. The Haslams and Hamers may have benefited from the early efforts of the Relief Society. They had to rely on the mercy of the Lord to find sustenance and strength to endure on the trail. John served the trappers by loaning a horse and later had the kindness returned to him when he really needed it. They needed the charity of the rescue wagon drivers. Their need for charity doesn't lessen the Haslams and Hamers but attests to their faith and to their ability to recognize the tender mercies in their lives. I recently had the opportunity to help a homeless person by letting Mom know that there was a camp near home. We threw two bags with food and other useful items over the fence. Later, we returned and saw that the items were being used. It was a lifting experience to know that someone had food, clean socks, a warm hat, and so on because I chose to do something simple. On the other hand, I remember a time when I was about to be laid off and fearful, I started eating less and less. Sometimes I went to sleep with my stomach growling. Eventually, my mother found out my situation and came to my aid but before that I was given service. Some of the brothers from church showed up on my doorstep with a big bowl full of fresh fruit and candy, foods that I craved but couldn't buy. I still remember clearly eating a banana first and how I realized that I had never fully appreciated how wonderful that fruit smells and tastes. Having to be served didn't degrade me but lifted me because I have used that experience to learn and grow in gratitude and humility.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">2) John and his family suffered from the lack of a horse. Did John ever regret his charity towards the trappers? What must he have felt when the very trappers who took the horse that they had needed were the ones that bridged that gap between the time that they ran out of rabbit soup and the time the rescue wagons appeared? It strikes me that John's kindness was returned in such a startling and vital way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">3) The Lord provided in His own way and His own time. The Haslams and Hamers did not escape hunger and despair and cold. They suffered it and it ultimately made them stronger and more grateful when they were rescued. However, the tender mercies did come. They came in the form of the ability to keep going on so little, a cabin where they could at least be warm, a very large rabbit when they were preparing to die, trappers with a favor to return and a surplus of corn, and finally the rescue wagons that they had looked for and despaired of ever finding.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Next week's challenge is: <i>"Week 6 (Feb 5-11) – So Far Away. Which ancestor is the farthest from you, either in distance or in time/generations? Which ancestor have you had to go the farthest away to research?"</i> (<a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/february-2015-themes-for-52-ancestors/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>) I'm excited! The next post will take us to Russia and Germany and to a family history experience I had just this last year. See you soon!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172320407640203413.post-30544467692985724502015-01-19T00:52:00.000-08:002015-01-19T01:08:50.823-08:0052 Ancestors: Closest to My Birthday<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Week 4, Closest to your birthday — Not too much to think about here. What ancestor has the birthday closest to yours? (I mean in terms of month and day, not the year)</i> (<a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/announcing-52-ancestors-in-52-weeks-2015-edition/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">For this one, I decided to only review the past five generations of my family tree to see who had the closest birthday. And that ancestor turned out to be <b>Katherine Hoffman Knoll</b>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Katherine came from the village of Graf (or Krutoyarovka) on the steppes near the Volga River in Russia but she herself, like the other residents of Graf were not Russian. Katherine's ancestors came from Germany, including Saarland, Baden-Wuerttemburg, and Rhineland Palatinate, as well as probably Lorraine, France. They lived at a time when the rulers of what is now Germany could require the residents of their lands to fight for them, even if it meant being sent to fight as a mercenary in other lands (such as the Hessians who fought in the American Revolution). When Catherine the Great, daughter of a German prince and tzarina of Russia, invited Germans to settle in Russia, she also granted the settlers certain freedoms, including that of religion and exemption from military service. Katherine's family were probably eager for these rights and they were among the first settlers of Graf in 1766.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">One hundred years later, Katherine was born on </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">26 March 1866. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The Germans of Graf and the other German-Russian villages had preserved their customs, including their language and clothing, and for the most part, stayed separate from the Russians and others around them. But Russia was changing and so too were the relations between the Russian government and the German settlers. The Germans were under scrutiny and eventually the rights granted to them by Catherine were threatened. The settlers began to look to other countries, including the United States for a better life. America was especially promising--there was great interest in attracting people to settle along the newly-built railroad lines and land could be gained for little to no money.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Katherine was just a teenager when she came to America by herself. She naturally chose to live in Victoria, Ellis, Kansas where other German Russians had settled. There, in 1887, she married another German Russian, John Peter Knoll of Herzog (Susly), Russia. They moved to St. Peter, Graham, Kansas ten years later with his parents. Originally, they lived in a sod house just outside town but John Peter became a prosperous and prominent farmer. So, in 1903, they replaced the old sod house with a frame home.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Katherine died 8 October 1924 in Hays, St. Peter, Graham, Kansas and was buried 11 Oct at St. Anthony’s Catholic Church in St. Peter. She had had eight children with John Peter: Michael (died young), John Peter, Anna Barbra, Michael J., Anna Katherine, Andrew (died young), Adam J. P., and Rose Catherine (my great-grandmother).</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Site of the Knoll farm<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grandma (Florence Mahler Boyd) at the Knoll farm</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Details of the remains of the cellar at the Knoll farm</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grandma looking into the cellar</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I have not yet added the page on my website for Katherine and John Peter but <a href="http://oliveandeliza.com/mahler/hoffman/index.html" target="_blank">click here for information I've posted on Katherine's ancestors</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Next week's challenge from <a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/announcing-52-ancestors-in-52-weeks-2015-edition/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>: <i>"Week 5, Plowing through — We will likely be plowing through a lot of snow by this time. What ancestor had a lot of struggles to plow through? Or take it more literally… It’s up to you</i></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>"</i></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172320407640203413.post-27565253379637383262015-01-11T23:57:00.000-08:002015-01-13T19:27:18.537-08:0052 Ancestors: The Tough Woman<span style="color: #332211; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 20.2859992980957px;"><i>"Week 3, Tough woman — Who is a tough, strong woman in your family tree? Or what woman has been tough to research?</i></span></span><i style="color: #332211; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20.2859992980957px;">" </i><span style="color: #332211; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20.2859992980957px;">(</span><a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/announcing-52-ancestors-in-52-weeks-2015-edition/" style="color: #3b3939; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20.2859992980957px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This one was easy for me. While I have other woman who were strong and endured well, one ancestress came to mind immediately. For this challenge, I've chosen <b>Catherine Cameron Southam</b>.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #332211; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 20.2859992980957px;">Born in Scotland in 1847, she immigrated to America at the age of one with her parents John and Margaret (Fairgrieve) Cameron, members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (Mormons). They lived first in Patterson, New Jersey, then in St. Louis, Missouri, all the while hoping to one day be able to afford the journey across the plains to Utah.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #332211; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 20.2859992980957px;">Little Catherine had to get used to illness and death. Her mother died when Catherine was eight. Her father remarried but her stepmother Mary died when Catherine was ten and two of her young half-sisters Mary and Margaret also died. This seems to have made an impact on her. "</span><span style="line-height: 20.2859992980957px;">When she was a small girl she always pretended her dolls were sick so she could nurse them better. Her father told her that she should become a nurse when she grew up."</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #332211; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 20.2859992980957px;">At the age of fourteen, in 1861, Catherine, her father John, her stepmother Alice, and her brother James, her half-brothers Robert and John, and Alice's young nephew William Parkinson had their opportunity to cross the plains. Alice gave birth to a daughter Jannette in a covered wagon in Nebraska. And then not far into the journey, something happened that endangered the family's dream--father John became ill with mountain fever. Would they have to drop out?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Catherine was only fourteen years old, but she drove her father's oxen with Oscar Young's help. It was a very heavy load for Catherine to care for her sick parents, and the smaller children, and to take the responsibility of driving the wagon, but she did it. Catherine drove the oxen most of the way. Their company of Saints traveled throughout the hot summer over the prairies and mountains to the Salt Lake Valley, and arrived there in late October 1861."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">She later became the plural wife of George Southam. George, a native of Oxfordshire, England, was "a kind and devoted father, and also a faithful Latter Day Saint." During their life together, Catherine was called upon to again be strong. "At one time, George Southam was called to go on a mission 'without purse or scrip'. Catherine was in bed with a new baby. They were poor, having no food stored and no one big enough to care for the money and children and home. But such was their faith that he went, leaving his wife and little ones in care of the Lord and the Saints. (Catherine C. Southam testified later in life that the Lord did provide and raise up friends in their time of need and she got along better than if her husband had been home.)"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">There was illness in her family and in the community and her brothers Robert and John and some of her children died. These trials made her stronger--she developed an interest in medicine. "As early as 1871, Catherine began to work with the sick, and seemed to be a natural-born nurse...she started helping the sick, and they appreciated it so much — her kindness, they never forgot her kindness.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Then, in 1885, she was widowed. George was driving his team across the Bear River on Christmas Eve before joining the family at a party. The ice broke and he was killed. For four days, his family couldn't find him. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Then, her thirteen-year-old daughter Alice (my great-great-grandmother) came to her and let her know that she had been shown where his body was in a vision. "</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Alice told her mother about the visitation and said, 'We will find Papa's body tomorrow.' It happened like it had been shown to Alice in the night.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">As strong as she had been, she struggled to keep going. Her grandson John H. Haslem relates, "</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Before this move to Ashley Valley she was helping her father do the work for their dead the year the Salt Lake Temple opened. She told her father she would have to give up helping the sick, as she felt it was more than she could do while caring for her young family. Her father said, 'Catherine, you are all that your mother has to represent her here on earth, and you are only fulfilling your Patriarchal Blessing where it says you will be as a Well of Living Water in a desert, and people shall flow to you, and call you blessed.'"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"While in the temple some of the sisters told her it had been made known to them that she was to be called and set apart to take care of the sick in Uintah Stake, as there was only one doctor, and very little help there for sick people. She was set apart by the President of the Church, and he told her if she would go to Ashley Valley, and honor her calling, he would promise her that her wheat bin would never be empty (which was a great promise in those days when wheat was so valuable, and her large family to feed). I, her grandson John H. Haslem, can testify that her children never went hungry or cold. They lived as well, or better than most other families in the valley. Everyone was poor out there those days, and all the neighbors wondered how she provided so well for her family. The Lord surely helped her.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">" </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">By 1911, she had assisted in over 1,000 births and had come to the aid of many of the ill.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Her grandson continued, "</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">She had such a desire to help others her spirit wouldn't give up. As she grew older she did more genealogy and temple work, and left a nice book of names of her ancestors, for others to do the temple work. What more could the Lord ask of one of his humble daughters. If all of her posterity can only follow in her footsteps, I am sure we will be OK in the next world, and live much happier here also."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">At the end of her life, she suffered from skin cancer on her face. It was painful and fatal but she faced the end of her life with courage, faith, and a positive attitude. Her granddaughter Katie Horrocks said, “Sometimes in the summer while she lived here my mother would have me go and stay with her to help care for her and I loved this opportunity, as she was always so cheerful and considerate...We grandchildren loved her very much. I can see her now rocking in her chair, humming a tune and piecing quilt blocks."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I come from a wonderful line of strong women who have been great examples in my life. As a teen, I remember recalling the story of a teenage Catherine driving the wagon across the plain and wondering at what she must have felt. I had been asked to do something difficult and I told myself, "You are a daughter of Catherine Cameron. You have her blood in your veins. You can do this." I have had many other opportunities to tell myself that since then and I have tried my best to develop that same strength that she showed throughout her life. Her example has lent me the will to carry on many times.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">For more information on Catherine Cameron Southam, see my mother's website: <a href="http://www.boydhouse.com/alice/Cameron/cameron02catherinecameron.htm" target="_blank">http://www.boydhouse.com/alice/Cameron/cameron02catherinecameron.htm</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Next week's challenge from <a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/announcing-52-ancestors-in-52-weeks-2015-edition/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>: <i>"Week 4, Closest to your birthday — Not too much to think about here. What ancestor has the birthday closest to yours? (I mean in terms of month and day, not the year)."</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>In Memory of </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Jean (Green) Irwin</i></span><br />
<i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">1932-2015</i><br />
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<i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Lawana (Green) Toombs</i><br />
<i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">1928-2014</i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Beulah (Green) Carey</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Grandma</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i> All great-granddaughters of Catherine</i></span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172320407640203413.post-66511265158084687652015-01-10T02:00:00.000-08:002015-01-10T20:04:09.702-08:0052 Ancestors: The Fresh Start and The King<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So, I've decided that I wanted to start out this blog by doing the <a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/announcing-52-ancestors-in-52-weeks-2015-edition/">52 Ancestors Challenge</a>. However, I'm a little behind and for that reason, I'm doing two entries in one.</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Challenge One: The Fresh Start</span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>"Week 1, Fresh start — Seems appropriate for the beginning of the year. What ancestor had a fresh start? What ancestor has been so confusing to research that you’d like to have a fresh start?" </i>(<a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/announcing-52-ancestors-in-52-weeks-2015-edition/">No Story Too Small</a>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">For this challenge, I've chosen <b>Jacques Caudebec</b>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Jacques and his family were Huguenots, members of the Protestant Reformed Church in France. He lived in the town of Bolbec in Normandy and attended church at the Protestant "temple" in Lintot.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The church was confiscated by the state after the revocation of the </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In 1685, Jacques' world was shattered. King Louis XIV issued the Edict of Fontainebleau, which revoked the earlier Edict of Nantes. The Edict of Nantes had protected the Huguenots since 1598, although over time, especially during the reign of Louis XIV, it wasn't enforced and was often even ignored. But now, with the revocation, Protestants were forced to "convert" to Catholicism and punished for worshiping as they believed. Huguenot immigration was also now illegal.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Twenty-one-year-old Jacques was faced with a tough choice: stay and face forced conversion, stay and face severe punishment, or take his life into his hands and flee somewhere where he could live true to his faith. He chose the last.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The plan was to flee to England and await his sisters Noemi and Marie. They were to bring money that would allow them to set up a business. Jacques was prepared to make a fresh start there...but that was not to be. Another forced fresh start awaited him an ocean away.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Noemi and Marie didn't arrive (</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">as it turns out, they did eventually arrive, though a little too late to meet their brother, and settled in London, where one married and both became involved in the weaving trade.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">). When Jacques gave up hope in meeting them, he and his fellow refugee Pierre Guimar left for Maryland, exhausting their funds.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Somehow, they carried on through their want and made it to New York. Here, Jacques and Pierre (called Jacob Cuddeback and Peter Gumaer in the New World) found wives and went on to become some of the settlers of the Peenpack Patent.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">One story about him that I like was told by his great-grandson: "At a certain time two of his daughters told him that certain persons had made a scandalous report respecting them. He asked if it was true what they had said. They replied no, it was all lies. 'Well,' said he, 'maintain good characters and let them talk; they will get ashamed of their lies.'" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Jacques, to me, is a great example of character and integrity, determined to live according to his convictions, even when it meant leaving behind everything, risking his life, and somehow finding a way to start fresh. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">For more of my notes on Jacques and his family, see my website: <a href="http://oliveandeliza.com/ennis/caudebec/jacquesandmargretta.html">http://oliveandeliza.com/ennis/caudebec/jacquesandmargretta.html</a></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Challenge Two: The King</span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>"Week 2, King — January 8 is Elvis’ birthday. January 15 is the birthday of Martin Luther King, Jr. Do either of these “Kings” remind you of an ancestor? Or, taken another way, do you have a connection to royalty? Did you ancestor flee from an oppressive king?" </i></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">(</span><a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/announcing-52-ancestors-in-52-weeks-2015-edition/" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">No Story Too Small</a><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">For this challenge, I've chosen <b>King William IV of the United Kingdom</b>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Yep, an actual king, and not one born all the way back in the Middle Ages either. I think I'd better explain...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My third-great-grandpa John S Haslam was the illegitimate son of Betsey Haslam, "a lady worker and teacher at the Duke of Bridgewater’s estate at Worsley." Because illegitimacy was at the time seen as something that not only reflected poorly upon the parents but also upon the child, John's father's identity was "kept strictly confidential in the family over the years." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In 1958, his daughter Annie Isabel divulged the secret - John was the son of King William IV! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Since then, his descendants have tried to confirm or disprove this statement. From what I know of John and Annie Isabel, I trust that, at the very least, John believed that King William was his father. Evidence that William is the father is circumstantial but in no way conclusive. P</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">erhaps one day, we will have the opportunity to use DNA to learn more. Currently, because of William's lack of confirmed direct male descendants, such testing would be tricky.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">For more information on the supposed connection to the king and about John's own life, see my mother's page: <a href="http://www.boydhouse.com/alice/Haslam/haslam05johnshaslam.htm">http://www.boydhouse.com/alice/Haslam/haslam05johnshaslam.htm</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Now before I wrap up, I'd like to point out one thing that occurred to me awhile ago:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">King William's father is King George III. For Americans, the name should be familiar- he was the king during the Revolution. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">If John Haslam is indeed the son of King William, then my mother's ancestor and some of my father's family were not exactly on speaking terms. My paternal grandfather's family tree full of revolutionary soldiers. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And then there's Cousin Ben... My ancestors Joanna (Folger) Coleman and Experience (Folger) Swain were the maternal aunts of Benjamin Franklin. In other words, Cousin Ben was among those who sent a very special letter to Grandpa George, which was not at all to the taste of the latter. If I could have a family reunion that included my late ancestors, it could get, um, interesting.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Jefferson </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">with the Declaration of Independence </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Stay tuned for more! Next week's challenge is: <i>"Week 3, Tough woman — Who is a tough, strong woman in your family tree? Or what woman has been tough to research?"</i> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">(</span><a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/announcing-52-ancestors-in-52-weeks-2015-edition/" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">No Story Too Small</a><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">) </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I have someone awesome already in mind!</span><br />
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