tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60529035167934886932024-02-07T04:18:16.426-08:00Jen on GenJennifer P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989385043019614955noreply@blogger.comBlogger81125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052903516793488693.post-62404994562368735262017-07-14T17:27:00.001-07:002017-08-02T18:02:15.005-07:00The Quiet Heros - Remembering Wartime France<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Today is July 14, Bastille Day, an important date on the French calendar. It reminded me of this video I made a couple of years ago, honoring the World War II service and sacrifice of family members.</div>
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Eltie Glos, 1912 - 2007</td></tr>
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Jennifer P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989385043019614955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052903516793488693.post-84480703323185947272017-06-02T12:55:00.000-07:002017-06-02T12:55:50.852-07:00Grateful for the Kindness of Strangers<br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Over the years, it’s been a pleasure to the witness many instances of genealogists and historians taking time to assist other researchers. I well remember my early, stumbling steps studying my own family history, where I was often pointed in the right direction by others. This was in the days when letter-writing was a big part of the process. I lived for the days when I’d receive an envelope with hand- or type-written family group sheets, part of a family tree, or copies of photos and documents. This blog is in part a salute to their efforts, where I share some of my own discoveries, and give my ancestors some context. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Recently, I ran across another example of someone making the extra effort to ensure his ancestor wasn’t forgotten, by pointing future generations to her final resting place. (I have no relationship with this family.) Long before the advent of FindaGrave.com, or the wide sharing of information that’s possible via the internet, he inserted a piece of graph paper into a local book of typed cemetery inscriptions, on which he’d carefully drawn a map, shown here.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> Writing in 1981, the author, Gary Moore, knew that Emily Osburn Durant’s parents were David J. and Sylvia Osburn, and he helpfully directed the viewer to lot 195 of Buckeye Cemetery. Comparing this data to the present-day listing for Emily Durant on FindaGrave shows a less intuitive result, because a clickable link to her parents isn’t available. One would have to do a broader search for the Osburn surname within the area. The listing shows the headstone now to be in the </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Old Van Buren Cemetery, Van Buren Twp., Jackson Co., Iowa. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The current photo of the headstone shows that it has been reset at some point. Perhaps it’s been moved from its original location on the map. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; text-align: center;"> It is lovely to think, that in her short eighteen years of life, Emily inspired a legacy of kindness.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; text-align: center;"><br /></span>Jennifer P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989385043019614955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052903516793488693.post-20317888223917179052017-03-29T16:49:00.001-07:002017-03-30T15:39:59.486-07:00He Spoke to Me Across Centuries: Asahel Roundy<br />
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much it advances my original goal. This
piece is among the most striking, of the many I handled on my September 2016
trip to New England, even though it doesn't concern my "direct line."
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> The branch of the Roundy family I’m interested in lived in
Rockingham, Windham Co., Vermont. Some
of the family lived across the Connecticut River, in Lempster, then Cheshire
Co., now Sullivan Co., New Hampshire. When I visited the
New Hampshire Historical Society in Concord, the welcoming staff was eager to
help me connect with the history of my family.
They produced a remarkable document.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> This letter was written by a young man during the
Revolutionary War, Asahel Roundy.</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">As a son
of Samuel Roundy, he was nephew and cousin to my ancestors, the John Roundys,
Sr. and Jr. </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I could lift and smooth my
hand over the actual paper he used out in a camp somewhere (after the battle of
Stillwater, NY).</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I wish now I'd taken
more time getting the perfect image with a different device.</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">But as so often happens, I was rushing to
find one more source, in one more repository, before day’s end.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> The two inserts below show my attempt at
a transcription, and the typed explanation sent, when the letter was donated to
the New Hampshire Historical Society. It
broke my heart, knowing that this young soldier would die four short months later, after “a littel butter and a littel shugar” had made him so happy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Note:</i> Evidence of Asahel’s service and death can be found in the
roll of Col. Benjamin Bellow’s New Hampshire regiment, the bounty paid for his
enlistment, and notation of his death in January, 1778 in the original,
handwritten battalion roll. More about
the circumstances faced by his unit is found in the book, "Death Seem'd to
Stare": The New Hampshire and Rhode Island Regiments at Valley Forge,” by
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Jennifer P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989385043019614955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052903516793488693.post-55044902248499566002017-01-08T17:43:00.000-08:002017-03-29T16:59:32.887-07:00David Ives - Allen Ives: Further evidence<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Having just spent considerable time composing the previous message, I couldn't get the story and its tragic circumstances out of my mind.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Further investigation turned up this article from the San Francisco Call newspaper of 21 February 1893.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The last known residence in Kansas for "my" David Ives was Burr Oak, Jewell Co., Kansas, where he was living next to his father, Allen Ives. One newspaper account shows the letter being from Kansas, one from Iowa. But the detail, "Burr Oak" is too specific to ignore.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I believe that this makes a solid case for the date and circumstances of David Ives' death being much different than what was believed.</span></div>
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Jennifer P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989385043019614955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052903516793488693.post-2084062024301251302017-01-08T17:19:00.001-08:002017-03-29T17:01:19.947-07:00David Ives, son of Allen Ives: Is This a Match?<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">As I approach the 37<sup>th</sup> year of actively
researching my ancestors, I recognize the need to reevaluate some of my old
files. Often, I’ve
learned new facts that can be used to fine-tune someone’s story. Frequently, new records are available. And, yes, sometimes what I’ve accepted as fact is
just plain wrong, or in need of further study.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">One such case is that of David Ives, oldest son of my
ancestor Allen Ives and his wife Mary Deeter.
Years ago, when a large proportion of my efforts were dependent upon the
U.S. Postal Service, I exchanged information with another researcher, and was
sent a voluminous binder. This consisted
largely of printed, typewritten sketches about each individual. The Ives family was part of the project. David Ives’ biography stated, word for word,
about his death: “He died November 22,
1899. (?) He died in a sandslide. (It’s possible he may have died in CA.)”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">However it got there, this date has found its way onto many
online trees; the few I glanced at don’t have a source for the
information. Most state that David Ives
died in Kansas, where he lived at the time of the 1880 census, working as a
blacksmith in Jewell County. What may not be known to
many, is that there was a footnote to the biography. It states that David Ives left Kansas in 1883
with his brother Levi (Lee) Ives, eventually settling in Washington Territory. The location would eventually be called
Pateros. Records for the David Ives I’m
related to show his birth to have occurred in Iowa, in 1853.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">There begins the part of the story where we have to question
the time and circumstances of David’s death.
The Washington Territorial census of 1887 shows a David Ives, age 33,
blacksmith, living in Walla Walla. No
other family members are shown, although he had married, and was the father of
two children. His birth is recorded as
having taken place in Pennsylvania.
After this point, this David doesn’t appear to be creating any more
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Jumping ahead to 1888 and 1890, a David Ives, age 35 (in
both entries), blacksmith, is living in Chico, Butte Co., California. Birthplace is shown as Iowa. This is from the Great Registers, which
record voters, in all parts of the state.
The last entry in 1892 shows a David Ives, age 39, blacksmith, living in
Santa Rosa, Sonoma Co., CA. Birthplace
is Pennsylvania.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The final piece of the puzzle was located in an online image
of an article, which appeared in the San Francisco Chronicle newspaper of 21
February 1893. It reports the death of a
man presumed to be David Ives of Santa Rosa (located two counties away),
because of the letter found on his person.
It’s from a niece in Kansas named “Lena.” A snippet view of the same news from the San Francisco Call newspaper from February 22 states the victim was "David Ives, <i>blacksmith</i>, of Santa Rosa."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Via Archive.org, I was also able to access these details from a yearly report of the San Francisco coroner's office:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">We don’t really know enough to state, without doubt, that
all of these David Ives are the same person.
The differing birthplaces don’t concern me terribly, given the number of
other items that fit: the age,
occupation, the physical description, the reference to Kansas. The voter registration describes him as
“fair” with “gray hair.” Whether someone
else would describe him as a round-faced German with a heavy blonde mustache, I
have no idea. A quick search for potential, letter-writing nieces shows Irene Faidley, who would have been about
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">No matter how experienced we think we
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Jennifer P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989385043019614955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052903516793488693.post-91402297442527989502016-10-27T18:26:00.001-07:002016-10-27T18:26:51.420-07:00I Could Have Been Canadian (eh?): Charles A. Ives <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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One of the interesting stories I heard at my grandmother’s knee, was about the year her father, Charles A. Ives, became inspired to be a pioneer, one more time. He decided to investigate re-settling in a whole new country: Canada. Many of his children were adults by this time, and perhaps he’d heard about new opportunities, or the area around him in rural Washington was becoming “too crowded.” Whatever the reason, he actually pursued the idea, and off he went. One of his daughters, Margarita “Dutch” Ives, who was an older teenager at the time, spent a few months with her father in Duchess, Alberta, Canada, keeping house for him. Moving away from her family and friends to an unfamiliar location, probably wasn’t the adventure she’d pictured for herself after finishing high school! I also get the impression that my 15-year-old grandmother enjoyed a much greater degree of freedom with her father away, driving herself around in the family's Ford, and getting up to who knows what! The Church of the Brethren, of which she was a member, would not have approved.</div>
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The shifting array of online digitized records shines a light on Charley’s plan. From the record set at Ancestry.com, called <i>Border Crossings: From U.S. to Canada, 1908-1935</i>, we are lucky enough to see an actual image of Form 30, which is an individual entry form. This has much more detail than a simple passenger list. We learn that he entered Canada on the train at Kingsgate, on March 26, 1919. He was a 52-year-old farmer from Centralia, Washington, born at Marshalltown, Iowa. Although he lists his race as “Scotch,” that’s probably debatable.<br />
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Charley Ives must have been resolute in his plan; he traveled with $5,000. There is a column that asks, “if settler, value of effects.” I’m not sure whether that meant land already purchased, livestock, equipment, or a combination, but it was worth $3175. One of the first questions asked was, “Object in coming to Canada.” His answer? “To settle.”<br />
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However, Charley hadn’t planned on one thing, his wife, Mary Catherine, or “Katie” was equally resolved to stay right where she was. They had a beautiful farm on Ford’s Prairie, in Centralia, Washington, and her circle of family and friends was close by. As the story was told to me, this sweet, kind woman, who had six living children, had had enough. She said, “Charley, I’ve followed you from Kansas to Pateros (Washington), from Washington to California, and from California back to Washington. I AM <i>NOT</i> FOLLOWING YOU TO CANADA!”<br />
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Perhaps Charles Ives’ time in Canada wasn’t what he’d expected; most likely he decided not to test his wife. In any case, he lived out a peaceful existence in Washington for the remainder of his life. At the time of her death in 1952, they had been married for 64 years. He died in 1954.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">As I’ve occupied a comfortable position in middle age for some time now, I am accustomed to the superior looks I occasionally get from millenials and younger. It’s almost as though they feel sorry for my advanced years, and for the fact that I’m decidedly “uncool.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My sister and I had a funny email exchange on the subject, when she shared this amusing tale.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">She was recently in a bookstore, and overheard a 20-something guy insisting to his companion, that if he wanted stuff about the Civil War, he’d have to head down the aisle marked, “WWII.” <b>“Same thing!”</b> he said.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Mary, ever the kind soul, nevertheless couldn’t let this one go. She proceeded to point out they had the wrong century, the wrong war, and indicated the correct aisle. As they walked away, one of them remarked: “Dang, she musta walked in here from Jeopardy!” I asked whether they had grumbled as she walked off, and she said no, they were actually incredulous. She did say she tried very hard not to be an “old fogey!”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">When I commented that at least they were <i>in</i> a bookstore, she said that they were only looking for a birthday present for grandpa, who was “in” to that “weird stuff.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Yes, being an “old fogey” has distinct advantages, such as a basic grasp of American History.</span><br />
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Jennifer P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989385043019614955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052903516793488693.post-21348960745689171832016-08-09T17:57:00.000-07:002016-08-21T11:44:45.561-07:00When John Graves Isn't John Graves, and Walpole Isn't Walpole<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">For decades, the death date and
place of John Graves, father of Nathan
Graves, has been widely circulated and accepted as 29
December 1766, in Walpole, now Cheshire Co., New Hampshire. This date and location appeared in early
published works and family group sheets about the Graves family, and was later
copied to online family trees and websites.
Much of this material failed to cite any source material. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">In my continuing quest to give
substance to my own family tree, I’ve located entries which cast serious
doubts on this long-accepted date and place.
In the excerpt below, the name, date and town appear to be a logical
source for the belief that this refers to “my” John Graves. There is one glaring contradiction,
however: the state. This refers to Massachusetts, not New
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Thinking this might have been a town within an area originally part of Massachusetts but later New Hampshire, I did
some further research. Walpole, NH and
Walpole, MA are two distinct places.
Walpole, NH is on the Connecticut River, and Walpole, MA is southwest of
Boston. Using primary sources, I was
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I began with this marriage for John Graves and Mrs. Mary Smith of Dedham, MA, which is in close proximity to Walpole. Between 1741 and 1762, they became parents to eight children, three of whom died young. The five surviving were Mary, Ebenezer, Abigail, Anna, and Lucy. They re-used names of their deceased children at least twice: Mary and Ebenezer. John has been described as a cordwainer (shoemaker). </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> While it's possible that the John Graves I'm researching could have raced up from where he was known to have lived, in the Saybrook-Killingworth area of Connecticut, or down from his new home in Cheshire Co., NH, in time for his demise 1766, it's more likely that the death date refers to the other gentleman. Interestingly, other sources state that my John Graves was also a cordwainer. Perhaps they "shared" more than a death date!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> All of this research revealed another anomaly: I believe the above marriage entry says "Mrs. Mary Smith," and I'm not alone. It's transcribed that way as well in a published volume, here:</span><br />
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<span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"> The authors of at least one family history published online, and no doubt many family trees, assume that Mary Smith was a single woman when she married. It's stated that she was the daughter of Josiah Smith and Mary Paine. While this may indeed be true, she would have had to have a first marriage to a man also named Smith at the time of her marriage to John Graves. I will leave that question to her descendants!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The process of consulting original
materials is becoming easier, with regular additions of scanned images being
uploaded to various websites.
<a href="http://familysearch.org/">FamilySearch.org</a>, in particular, is one of the regular stops on my
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">So, the question of the death of John Graves of Connecticut or New Hampshire remains unanswered. However, even if it means erasing one of my “facts,” I find a great deal of
satisfaction in untangling these mysteries. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> I only wish I didn't create more along the way...</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Jennifer P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989385043019614955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052903516793488693.post-63727928282982703602016-06-16T13:15:00.000-07:002016-06-16T13:15:29.736-07:00One Paragraph, 4 Surnames, 6 Locations, 100+ years: Ives Family <span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Once again, FamilySearch.org has opened a window to a valuable set of records. In some instances, it offers a tremendous amount of detail.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> During World War II, many people made an effort to prove their citizenship. There were several reasons: establishing age for the various draft registrations, proving eligibility for jobs which needed government security clearance, and making one eligible for ration books. 1942 saw a significant increase in applications for delayed birth certificates. In many cases, the applications and supporting documents included information about home births, and explained circumstances and relationships.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> One such application, for Lester Joseph Ives, provides enough information to establish three generations of his family tree, including names and places. It's from the record set made available online at FamilySearch.org May 31, 2016, titled Washington Birth Records, 1869-1950. Currently, it only includes King Co. (Seattle) and delayed births. The affidavit of Lester's mother, Carrie Smith Ives, is shown here:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Besides the birth date and location of the subject of the application, it shows all of those details and maiden names for both his parents, and all of his grandparents! There's the added bonus of original signatures as well.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Additionally, there was an affidavit from Lester's aunt, Rena Ives, who not only confirms his birth, but explains the relationship between herself and his mother. It's shown here:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> </span>As one of the many descendants of Allen Ives, I am always surprised at what is available on the collateral lines of the family. While not adding to "my" pedigree, this record adds texture, and fills in details about the circumstances which may have had an impact on the family as a whole.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>Jennifer P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989385043019614955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052903516793488693.post-28072707295614959312016-03-22T09:47:00.001-07:002016-03-22T09:47:54.160-07:00Proud to Call Him My Cousin: Tony Gordon <div id="yiv6492413587AppleMailSignature" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', 'Segoe UI', Helvetica, Arial, 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The link below is to a video of a dedication ceremony held on Veteran's Day in suburban Chicago. It honored all veterans, but, in particular my cousin, Tony Gordon, my father's nephew. The bit about him starts about 21 minutes in, and is marvelous. What it doesn't mention is, not only did Tony do one tour in Vietnam, but three. Sadly, he passed away a couple years ago from cancer. What a wonderful tribute from his community.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Recently, I finished Geoff Rasmussen's book, <u>Kindred Voices</u>, in which he talks about letting your ancestors guide you in your search for their stories. He referenced a funny quote I'd never heard before. It's something like, "I've never seen a U-Haul following a hearse," which is another way of saying you can't take it with you. My mother ignored this, and really <i>did</i> try to take it with her. Now that she's gone, however, I believe I can let the briefcase go without causing hurt feelings.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> She did leave me something to replace it with, in a roundabout way. My sister sent me this lovely leather case that had been in my mom's house: one of her thrift shop finds. I had glanced at it once and admired its handsome construction. The rumor was that it had belonged to a college instructor. Its nearly-new condition may have had something to do with the fact that it weighs about 40 pounds empty!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> This Christmas season it found a new purpose: housing a stuffed animal collection. I'll find other ways to re-purpose it during different times of the year. While this may be a comedown from the halls of academia, it's far better than hiding in the dim shadows of the closet, banished by the iPad. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> We've all been there: an acquaintance or relative starts seeing someone romantically, and we begin evaluating whether or not they make a good pair. Whispered conversations take place, and judgments are passed. </span></div>
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> Most of us, however, don't expect to see our opinions lead to a fine levied against the would-be groom by the court system, which is what happened to an indignant William Thompson, in Colonial Massachusetts.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> On my first trip to the Massachusetts State Archives recently, I was treated to a lovely facility with many indexed records. While scrolling through a microfilm of volume nine of the Massachusetts Archives Collection, I spotted an intriguing entry. Volume nine of the collection is described by a title made for browsing: "Domestic Relations." The index, besides giving a name and page number, gives the nature of the case. I think I could have spent the entire day looking up the statements in these cases, so vividly detailed were the pictures they conjured up. This index appears to have been created at some point much later than the events, but was still very old. The archives' website describes the collection as a whole: "...includes original records of the governor, Council, General Court, secretary, and treasurer, is an important source of records for early Massachusetts, Maine, and New Hampshire. The collection is unique in the quantity of seventeenth-century records it contains, and this richness continues throughout the eighteenth century, with voluminous amounts of Revolutionary materials." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> At some point in May of 1653, the following testimony was given: "Petition of William Thompson to be excused from a fine laid on him, because he proposed marriage to Sarah Cogan, without first consulting her friends."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> Time didn't allow me to pursue the ultimate fate of William's pursuit of Sarah. Was this a standard approach taken, when protocol was ignored? Was she embarrassed or offended by his attentions? Or did they experience a life together? No matter the cause or the outcome, I had no problem picturing her "friends," the early-day Puritan busy-bodies, whispering behind their hands to each other. After long days of labor in a harsh environment, followed by long hours spent at religious services, the couple's drama was perhaps a bright spot. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Take this example: I don't even remember how it popped into my head to search for my ancestor, Selah Graves, who died in Pike, Wyoming County, New York. I put together his name in quotation marks, along with another descriptor, perhaps "Pike," and performed a Google search. Low and behold, one of the results led me to another part of Selah's life that I had known nothing about: his affiliation with the Masons.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> In 1828, Selah is described as the Master of the Morning Star Lodge, #295 in Pike, Wyoming County, New York. In this capacity, his name appears on a letter to the state governing board of the Masons, describing the plight of his local lodge. They had gone from 50 members to 15, "willing to stand the shock against Masonry." They had used all their funds to build a hall, two of their wealthy members had died, and they were $80 in debt. They asked if they could forgo paying dues at that time. Failure to be granted this request would probably result in the Lodge's "Stopping Work." The letter also records the name L. Couch, secretary.</span><br />
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Jennifer P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989385043019614955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052903516793488693.post-12801372422919378922015-08-31T18:50:00.000-07:002015-08-31T18:50:23.971-07:00Lambert Eckerson home, Fawn River, St. Joseph County, MI<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> My great-grandfather, John Levi Eckerson, spent many years working his way from Michigan to Washington state, but there are few details of how or why he made the journey. In 1880, he is found described on the census as "boring wells," and living as a boarder. This was in Belvidere, Thayer County, Nebraska. This may not have been a random decision, because his great-uncle, Willard W. Morgan, had also moved there in 1871. In 1889, John L. Eckerson can next be found in the territorial census for Washington, living in Thurston County, single and working as a carpenter. An 1891 newspaper notice states that his leg was broken while loading heavy timber onto railroad cars in Centralia, Lewis County. He had evidently moved across the country living a rough and tumble existence.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;"> At the ripe age of 44, John L. Eckerson married 20-year-old Estella Channell in Lewis County, Washington. A newspaper account of the event states that she was "quite a catch." Perhaps they didn't quite understand her attraction to him, either!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> When I began my journey in genealogy, I asked my grandfather, John and Stella's only child, Harold Eckerson, where his father had come from. The answer was always the same, "Hell's Half Acre!" This was his way of saying he had no clue. But if he'd bothered to look at the evidence, the answer might have been different.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> One of the items that somehow found its way west, was this photograph of the home in Fawn River, St. Joseph County, Michigan, where John L. Eckerson had grown up. His parents were Lambert and Harriet Graves Eckerson, who had come to Michigan from Western New York. Thankfully, the photograph is clearly identified as being the residence of L. Eckerson.</span></div>
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Jennifer P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989385043019614955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052903516793488693.post-26552506804056770172015-07-31T18:21:00.000-07:002015-07-31T18:21:34.953-07:00No German? No problem! Lurena Largent<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> The value of newspapers in our ancestral research can't be stressed often enough. For those of us whose forebears didn't have the courtesy to leave a large paper trail in court documents, their occasional appearance in the local paper is spotted with excitement. At last, another crumb to follow!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> But newspapers weren't published for the benefit of someone in the future studying their ancestry. They were mostly printed on cheap materials meant to be thrown away. Where they survive, the runs of available copies probably aren't complete. Currently, online access represents only a portion of what might be locked away in distant vaults. Where an "index" of sorts is available, it probably relies upon OCR (optical character recognition) technology, which produces either false positives, or misses entries entirely. Blurred, water-stained pages with antique font are not technology-friendly.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> As is the case when using any sort of record, the biggest obstacles might be those we place in our own way. Take, as an example, this entry pertaining to my ongoing research into the Largent family, of West Virginia, Kentucky, Ohio, and Indiana.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> A search on a newspaper portal for the name "Largent" generally returns a daunting number of hits. That's because the word "largest" routinely shows up as a false positive. One has to be prepared to wade through a lot of those, in hopes of finding one where the surname actually appears. Which is what happened when I spotted "Lurena Largent" in the list of results. The surrounding language not only was the usual garbled attempt produced by OCR, it wasn't even English, but what I recognized as German. Here is the actual digitized document:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> This image is courtesy of the Hoosier State Chronicles, part of the Indiana State Library. It currently displays over 362,000 pages of Indiana newspapers. Note that the title of the paper, the Indiana Tribüne, features an umlaut, a mark placed over a vowel in German and Hungarian. This labor newspaper was published in Indianapolis for 53 years, claiming in 1898 to have the largest circulation of the German-language daily papers in Indiana. It ceased publication in 1918, amid strong anti-German sentiment throughout the country during WWI.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Closer examination shows that Lurena's name appears among those "heirathen," which means to marry or wed. The names above are "Geburten" or births. Using other sources, I have established that Lurena Largent is a distant cousin of mine with several removes. Nothing in her ancestry suggests a connection to the German language. What little I know of her husband, William W. Hutchins, doesn't either. I believe these events were routinely copied out of local civil registers for publication. The inclusion of Michael O'Donnell in the births would seem to confirm that.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> So, what if I'd gone about this search in a different way? What if I'd looked at a list of available newspapers and said, "Oh, I won't bother with that one, it's in German, and she wouldn't be there." What if this is the only place she's named? This is one of those couples whose paper trail is meager. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Raking the leaves of the family tree sometimes turns up information that has us excited for at least a moment. Is it possible we share the ancestry of a famous and well-regarded figure from history? Or, perhaps we share a talent or characteristic of a more well-known distant cousin? Sometimes, we get dazzled by the possibilities, and abandon sound research practices, in order to chase "our" star relative. Luckily, I had studied my ancestry long enough, to know that when I read my distant grandmother's obituary, the last paragraph was based on wishful thinking, not fact.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Rose (Rosa) A. Simpson was born in Kentucky in 1810, and lived well into the 20th century, her death occurring in December of 1908 in Lewis County, Missouri. On her 19th birthday, in 1830, she married Richard Riney in Sangamon County, Illinois. They eventually settled in Missouri, and were instrumental in the founding of the Shrine of St. Patrick in Lewis County, Missouri. More information at: </span><a href="http://www.saintpatrickshrine.com/history.html" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;" target="_blank">St. Patrick Shrine</a><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> .</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> The last paragraph of her obituary would create excitement, to those not familiar with her story. After all, Boones in Kentucky must all be related, right? Well, no.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Besides the vast amount of available, verifiable information about Rosa's family, a quick look into Daniel Boone's own history reveals problems with the newspaper story. His birth actually occurred in Berks County, Pennsylvania, in 1734. His father, Squire Boone, had emigrated as a teenager to Pennsylvania from England. Around 1750, the family moved to the Yadkin River valley of North Carolina. Daniel Boone's earliest trip to Kentucky took place when he was in his mid 30s. This family had followed the Quaker faith in both England and America.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Rose A. Simpson did indeed have a Boone surname in her heritage. Her mother, Mary Alice Boone, was the daughter of John Boone, whose will was written in Washington County, Kentucky, in 1809. This family had long been connected to the Catholic Church. An earlier John Boone had donated land on which a Catholic Chapel was erected around 1710 in St. George's County, Maryland. This family was part of what legend calls "The Maryland League," groups of Catholic families who, beginning in the 1780s, banded together to emigrate from Maryland to Kentucky. Rose's grandfather, John Boone, was part of the Hardin's Creek settlement, which was later known as Saint Charles, Saint Mary's, and finally, St. Mary. This part of Washington County was divided off into Mercer County in 1834.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Interestingly, the newspaper obituary for Rose Simpson Riney published closer to her residence in Missouri, doesn't make mention of a connection to Daniel Boone. Perhaps, as often happens, a descendant in Quincy really wanted for the story to be true.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> While the Maryland Boones may owe thanks to Daniel Boone for making it possible to settle later in Kentucky, they otherwise may have only shared a connection in the distant past. They certainly couldn't claim him as their "Uncle Dan."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Note, the excellent online newspaper records of the Quincy, Illinois Public Library</i> <i>have been an invaluable source in my research. They are available here: <a href="http://archive.quincylibrary.org/Olive/APA/QPL/default.aspx#panel=search" target="_blank">Quincy, Illinois newspaper research</a> .</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I have written before, about having visited the site where the home of Isaac L. and Esther Burgard Myers was located. It stood at the southeast corner of Gold and Locust Streets in Centralia, Lewis County, Washington.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> When I first began going to view the property, the house they had built around the turn of the 20th century was still standing, although in very bad shape. On later visits, the house had finally been pulled down, the site cleared and put up for sale.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Along the rear of the property was a fence, where a wild tangle of various plants grew unchecked. Since I always visited in the summer, I was able to see that some of them were a few different varieties of roses in bloom. Although I'm no rose expert, a couple of these seemed to have characteristics of roses first introduced many, many decades ago. There was also a grape vine of some type, probably that of a table grape.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The approach taken by the individual
responsible for putting final court records down on paper can make a huge
difference in what can be learned about our ancestors. In Hamilton County, Indiana, during the
1820s, that person apparently had an endless supply of ink and paper, an
abundance of energy, and the personality of a born gossip.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Take, for
example, the petition for divorce filed by James Willison against Violet
Willison on 18 July 1827. It states that
the two were married in 1823, and that she was the former Violet Blackmore. His statement has some dramatic quotes, such
as, “with whom he lived demeaning himself toward her in all respect faithfully
and affectionately” until about 1 May 1825 “she abandoned him.” On Violet’s side, she said, “He would divide
his pork and dodger* with her, but that he would not sleep with her.” Violet went to live with her parents, stating
that “she would live with him if he slept with her.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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court found insufficient evidence for divorce.
She should recover her costs from him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Of great interest
is the fact that the court session was held at the house of Joseph Willison,
and that an associate judge in attendance was William C. Blackmore. Perhaps neither of them could be considered
disinterested parties.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Intrigued, I did
a quick look on Ancestry.com, FamilySearch.org, and the Indiana State Library website. No evidence is easily found, that a
relationship between these two parties ever existed, not in indexed marriage
records, and certainly not in unsourced pedigree charts. There are indeed a couple of men of that name, who lived in
Indiana around the right time frame.
Anyone researching a James Willison may want to consider the possibility that
another chapter needs to be added to his story. As for Violet Blackmore Willison, this may be
one of the only indications that this woman ever existed.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> I salute these
frontier gossips, who took such time bringing their neighbors to life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Source: FHC</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">#2412383 Hamilton Co., IN circuit court final record 1824-1842</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>*dodger: a small, hard fried or baked cornmeal cake, a boiled cornmeal dumpling.</i></span><br />
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genealogists, have long emphasized the importance of studying our ancestor’s
FAN club: friends, associates, and
neighbors. While it’s taken me awhile to
expand my tunnel vision, and to accept that my research needs to include a
larger pool of subjects, I’m beginning to reap the benefits.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"> My
ancestor, Asa Oren Ives, will never be an easy subject to study. Although there are strong clues which suggest
his origins are in Vermont, I’m focusing now on digging as deeply as I can in
Indiana, where known events of his life took place. Since his paper trail is pretty meager, </span><span style="line-height: 17.1200008392334px;">I've</span><span style="line-height: 107%;"> turned my attention to his associates, hoping to create a picture of his life
through their experiences.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> At the time of Asa’s 1827 marriage to Mary
“Polly” Largent in Lafayette, Tippecanoe County, the bondsman was James Suit. I wondered what the connection was between
this couple and their bondsman, so I began to collect information that might
answer the question. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> The
following sketch appears in an historic county history, which has been
digitized at <a href="http://www.ingenweb.org/intippecanoe/twp.html" target="_blank">http://www.ingenweb.org/intippecanoe/twp.html</a>: "The first white man to come to Wabash
Township was probably James Suit, a trapper, who came in 1822. He employed a
number of men to assist him in trapping beaver and collecting wild honey from
the forests of Tippecanoe County. He would take these items down the river by
flatboat to Vincennes where he would trade for salt, Mackinaw blankets, dry
goods, whiskey and general merchandise."
This may conjure up the image of a loner on the move, with no fixed
address. My research proves otherwise. While James Suit’s occupations required time
away from home, he maintained strong personal ties to Lafayette.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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of land records in Tippecanoe County reveals that James Suit and his wife were
involved in a number of transactions, which name many other parties.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 107%; text-align: left;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 107%; text-align: left;">The name of James’ wife is variously listed
as Amy, Bethama, and Bethamy.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 107%; text-align: left;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 107%; text-align: left;">In 1828, a
marriage for Sarah Suit is recorded, with James Suit named as her father.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 107%; text-align: left;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 107%; text-align: left;">James Suit is also shown on a list of
potential grand jurors in 1827.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 107%; text-align: left;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 107%; text-align: left;">In
strong contrast, he was fined twice for assault and battery upon the body
of:</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 107%; text-align: left;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 107%; text-align: left;">Asa Oren Ives!</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 107%; text-align: left;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 107%; text-align: left;">The two assaults bookended the wedding:</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 107%; text-align: left;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 107%; text-align: left;">one taking place before, and one after.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 107%; text-align: left;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 107%; text-align: left;">They evidently endured a rather tempestuous relationship,
to say the least.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 107%; text-align: left;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 107%; text-align: left;">They were hardly
alone:</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 107%; text-align: left;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 107%; text-align: left;">the court records are filled with
accounts of neighbors settling their differences by less than peaceful means!</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Reaching back earlier in time, James Suit
spent a short period as a sergeant in (Christopher) Wood’s 1<sup>st</sup> Ohio
Company of Spies during the War of 1812.
A John Suit served as a private in the same unit. This company was formed in Champaign County,
Ohio, where James Suit voted in an early Sheriff’s election. It was also here that he married Amy Davis in
1806.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> The location of Champaign County, Ohio,
makes me believe that the basis for James Suit serving as a bondsman, was due
to a connection to Mary “Polly” Largent.
Her father and other relatives lived in the same township as James Suit,
during the time they were all in Ohio.
Perhaps James Suit took a dim view of Asa Oren Ives as husband material?</span></span></div>
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As </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 17.1200008392334px;">I've</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 107%;"> discovered, when information about our own ancestors is lacking, including the FAN club in our research can be
enlightening, fascinating, and highly entertaining!</span></div>
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A treasure trove
of photos have been passed down through my mother's family. We are luckier than many, having images that
stretch back into the nineteenth century.</div>
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Among the earliest
examples are the items pictured here, probable members of the Burgard family of
Pennsylvania and Astoria, Fulton County, Illinois. My ancestor was Hester Burgard, born to John
and Susannah Hollinger Burgard in Pennsyalvania in 1844. Hester (Hetty) married Isaac L. Myers in
Astoria in 1865. These photos may show
several of her siblings. This was told
to me by my grandmother, who knew Hetty well.
My grandmother was an adult of 28 when Hetty died in 1932.<o:p></o:p></div>
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to have been born to John & Susannah Burgard, with births years, are: Mary, 1828, John, 1830, Jacob Hollinger,
1834, Catherine, 1836, Peter Henry, 1837, Joseph E., 1838, Daniel 1840, Hester,
1844, Michael, 1846, and Susan M., 1848.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Hetty's siblings, together with the style of dress and type of image, might
give a hint as to the subjects. Not
being a photography expert, I can only guess at these being daguerreotypes,
which were produced beginning in the 1840s, and on into the early 1860s. The next process which came into use was the
ambrotype, which appeared between 1854-1866.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My examples are in
fragile condition. Some are missing
their leather covers, or the covers have become separated from the side with
the image. The one on the upper left depicting
a male can’t be seen with the naked eye very well. It comes to life through the scanning
process. At first glance, it looks like
a piece of old mirror. You can faintly
see a face when you hold it sideways in the light.<o:p></o:p></div>
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An excellent
resource for studying this type of question is found at phototree.com, which
offers background on the types of photographic processes we are likely to
encounter when researching our ancestors.
The have a large library of over 1,000 images for comparison to our own
samples, and offer other tips for determining what kind of example we have.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The Burgard family
were members of the Church of the Brethren, which kept to a “plain” style of
dress. Because of this, the young woman
pictured in this collection wearing the elaborate hat, and carrying a fur muff,
seems to be an anomaly (unless she was the family rebel!). Perhaps she's a friend or an in-law? Or the image was mistakenly delivered to the
wrong customer? This leaves six other
separate individuals in this grouping of images. If the photos were taken at around the same
time, one might assume that the older two men are among the siblings born the
earliest, John, Jacob, or Peter. Perhaps the beards indicate marriage? The two
younger males in the images might represent Joseph, Daniel, or Michael. I have pictures of Hetty as an older adult,
and I wouldn't say that any of these show the same woman. This leaves Mary, Catherine, and Susan as
potential candidates. Or, perhaps some of these individuals aren't that close: in-laws, cousins, or friends.</div>
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know more. Perhaps you have another copy
of one of these images that you know is your ancestor. If anyone out there can identify one or more
of these people more definitely, please let me know at <a href="mailto:jfproots@gmail.com"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">jfproots@gmail.com</span></a>. Images can be snagged or saved by right-clicking, and enlarged for further study.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Clues to the origins of our ancestors sometimes lie buried
within the pages of early-day local newspapers.
The problem is finding surviving copies, and teasing out the
information, which may be sprinkled randomly throughout the stories of the day. The process of optical character recognition
may not correctly interpret faded or uneven printing, assuming the material has
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> In sharing these two examples, I hope to offer someone a
means of taking their research back to an earlier location. Or, in the case of someone attempting to
discover what became of their east coast connections who disappeared, a clue to
where they may have ended up. The
materials were discovered while researching in two areas of the Indiana State
Library <a href="http://www.in.gov/library/" target="_blank">http://www.in.gov/library/</a>. The first item was in a book of
original newspaper issues in the rare book section, the second is a microfilmed
copy. Note that these are among the
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> The Saturday, March 21, 1829 issue of the <i>Western Agriculturalist & General
Intelligencer </i>newspaper, was published in Brookville, Franklin County, Indiana. It carries the story of Joseph Webb, who committed suicide at the age of 57. It states that he was a native of Marblehead,
MA, and a former resident of Salem. He’d
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June, 1822. A notice is submitted by
Henry Hill (perhaps an attorney?), seeking the whereabouts of Myre Wyatt of
Kent County, Delaware. Mr. Wyatt hadn’t been
heard of in twelve years, last thought to have been in the area of Dayton,
Ohio. Information would “confer a
particular favor on his kinsman.” This
seems rather optimistic, given the amount of time that had passed, but
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Joseph Webb of Marblehead, and found it interesting that this source mentions a
Joseph Webb fitting the time frame, who dropped off the grid: </span><a href="http://www.webbdnaproject.org/resources/WSDP%20WEBB%20BULLETIN%20Vol%202%20Issue%209.pdf" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;" target="_blank">http://www.webbdnaproject.org/resources/WSDP%20WEBB%20BULLETIN%20Vol%202%20Issue%209.pdf</a><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">. His biography begins on page 12 of the
document, and makes the following statement:
“No record of the death of Capt. Joseph Webb has been found. Despite
having descendants who lived as recently as the early 1900’s, he appears to
have no living Webb Y-DNA descendants.” </span><i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Or maybe he does!</i></div>
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After returning from ten days pursuing
my 1820’s ancestors in Indiana, I reviewed the many pieces of
information I collected. All of the various elements needed to be
analyzed, and organized into the appropriate digital folders on my
computer. New research objectives were set.</div>
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During this process, I realized how
much more successful any kind of research can be, especially when
leaving the house, if techniques from the world of business are
applied. This is true whether the goal is a trip to the local
courthouse or cemetery, or when traveling across the country to a
major repository.</div>
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Thinking of myself as working for my
own small company, I first do as much groundwork as possible, to
thoroughly prepare myself for success before I leave home. In the
world of genealogy, the first step is looking at what I already have,
and what information I need in order to make progress. Next, I study
the jurisdictions for the kinds of records I hope to access, where
the records are currently held, and the days and hours the
repositories are open. I make contact with individuals via email or
phone call, introduce myself and explain my needs. Often this leads
to suggestions for other stops to make on my itinerary, or they offer
to pull specific materials prior to my arrival.</div>
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I spend as much time learning about
finding aids, and studying the online catalog, as possible. I
prioritize and collect the information most likely to be helpful to
me. This is similar to being up to date on my products, checking out
the competition, and learning about potential customers, before a
business trip. I follow up with phone calls right before leaving
home, to learn about unexpected closures, or whether any key
personnel will be unavailable. Hopefully I can make adjustments to
my itinerary as necessary.</div>
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By now, I've probably started to make
the actual travel arrangements. Not having a huge “expense
account,” I work to maximize my time, while getting good value for
my money. This may mean spending a little bit more on a hotel room
close to an archive, and not having to drive and pay for parking
every morning. Or, it may mean staying in a room with a refrigerator
and a microwave, and consuming meals from groceries I can buy nearby.</div>
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<a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="_GoBack"></a> Successful time
management can contribute greatly to achieving goals in business.
For me, that means planning out the day, so that I arrive first at
the place with the earliest opening time, and move on to the place
that closes the latest in the day. I also allow time before it gets
dark to drive around taking photographs at various locations where my
ancestors lived, or at cemeteries. I spend part of the evening going
over new data, and planning a list of priorities for the next day, or
at the next stop. Stepping away from the topic of genealogy
can also be beneficial. Carving out time to go swimming, or taking a
walk outside, makes me feel relaxed and refreshed, and better able to
get a good night’s sleep. This helps my ability to focus when the
day starts all over again.</div>
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To keep my
itinerary running as smoothly as possible, I try to make allowances
for the everyday tasks, that when ignored, can lead to problems. Before driving off
in a rental car, I check how things like the windshield wipers,
headlights, and access to the gas cap operate. This will make for
much safer driving. Figuring out mileage distances before leaving
home is a must, for arriving at businesses while they're still open!
And, keeping an eye on the fuel gauge in an unfamiliar car is
critical, especially while visiting an out-of-the-way cemetery, or
the location of a rural property.</div>
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While I may not be selling an actual
product, or arriving for a job interview, I still need to make a good
first impression. Walking into a county courthouse, archive, or
library, I want to look well-groomed and presentable. Being comfortable and practical shouldn't slide over into looking sloppy.
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The person on the other side of the
desk should be treated as a colleague, who has the expertise to help
me. Or, perhaps that person could direct me to someone who can. I
need to be aware that my attitude and timing could make the
difference in engaging “my colleagues” in helping me achieve my
research goals. Arriving at 4:45 on a Friday afternoon, or Monday
morning at 8:15, and demanding everything in their records about the
Smith family sometime during the 1800s, “Because they're public
property and I have a right to know,” probably won't get me very
far.</div>
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When I return from the trip, I take
time to thank the people who have been of help to me along my
travels. I might make a donation to a local society or museum, whose
personnel were generous with their time and knowledge, or write a
complimentary email to an employee's supervisor. This is similar to
maintaining a useful business contact list. It isn't uncommon to
realize that I might need help in the future, and I want to have a
good connection with these individuals.</div>
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Applying as many of the elements as I
need to from this list, I am in a better position to make a success
of “the family business,” or in this case, the business of
family.</div>
Jennifer P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989385043019614955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052903516793488693.post-65777165297600045732014-10-13T17:42:00.000-07:002014-10-13T17:42:50.733-07:00Three Little Channell Girls My great grandmother is one of the three little girls pictured here. From left to right they are: Estella Rachel Channell Eckerson, 1878-1965, Emma Alice Channell Eshom, 1881-1958, and Mary Margaret Channell, 1875-1884. They were the daughters of Edward Channell and Jane Foglesong, who had married in Van Buren County, Iowa. The whole family came to Washington Territory in September of 1881, settling in Centralia, Lewis County. As Mary Margaret only lived one day past her ninth birthday, she must not have lived very long after the visit to the photographer. Note that the photography studio was "over Skidmore's Drug Store," in Portland, Oregon. I love the prop fence, and the roll of hay-like material the toddler is sitting on.<br />
"Stella" Eckerson lived the longest of the three girls, which meant our lives actually overlapped for a time. I, of course, remember her as an old, old, woman. If you'd told me she was 150 years old, I probably would have believed you, but in reality she was in her eighties. Her only son and her granddaughter, my mother, inherited her long, bony wrists. All three of them looked very much alike in old age. I remember our family going in the summer to visit her at her house, two states away, where she was always kind and welcoming, although I believe she had a rather wry wit. She also came to California on a visit, very late in her life. We have a few photos of her during that time. She had on a dress, nylon stockings, and dress pumps; I don't think she owned any pants. I remember her always in a dress of some sort, and a cover-all type of apron. <br />
Living alone, her one weakness seemed to be a collection of "Radio-TV Mirror" magazines. Looking at copies online brings a smile: they're filled with ads for products like Listerine and girdles, and have a lot of gossipy tidbits about the celebrities of the time. The one I saw featured Art Linkletter on the cover. <br />
My great-grandmother lived a life that observed many changes, moving across the country from small-town Iowa to a different Territory, a country at war more than once, a long widowhood, the dawn of the space age, and being kept company by broadcast entertainment.<br />
A very long time, indeed, since she was the solemn little girl in the photograph.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"The Pension Records from the War of 1812 are among the most requested documents at the National Archives. Unfortunately, these fragile documents are in urgent need of digitization. In support of this monumental task of digitizing 7.2 million pages, Ancestry.com has provided a dollar for dollar matching grant, so every dollar you contribute will make four more pages accessible and free for everyone."</span></div>
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<br />Jennifer P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989385043019614955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052903516793488693.post-46507697790457693062014-08-17T12:44:00.000-07:002014-08-18T06:49:59.702-07:00Hiding in Plain Sight: Records in Hamilton County, Indiana<span style="color: #555555;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-family: proximanova, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"> A recent page-by-page reading of a
county-level probate estate index was a powerful reminder: there may be much more than what the title
describes. The film notes for the item I
was looking at says: “General index to
probate of estates v. 1, 1829-1894” (Hamilton County, Indiana). This is FHC film #1320375. While the
majority of the film did indeed list the various motions involved in the
settling of estates, there were several hidden gems.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"> There were a number of guardianships
listed, naming not only the guardian, but the bondsmen, and the wards with their ages, a few with
actual birthdates.
Sometimes the guardians and bondsmen changed throughout the years,
providing more names as possible clues to family connections. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">One individual, Bertha Applegate “sometimes
called Parker,” had a total of six guardians and eleven bondsmen during the
same court date, which might suggest an estate of some substance was involved.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">There would certainly seem to be much to be
learned, from actually reading the case!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"> Another
example of genealogical gold, was a land partition action relating to the death of
Robert Barnhill in 1824. In addition to
his widow, Sarah, one sees the names of 12 other individuals, male and female,
who are probably children and sons-in-law to Robert. This is a powerful tool in the decades prior
to 1850.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> The most unexpected list was that of a
number of naturalizations from the 1840’s.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">These men pop up at the top of one page.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Where the names weren’t easy to read, I’ve made a guess.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">They are:</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Conrad Beard, Martin Beard, John Beck, Henry Bardiner(?),
Bardmer(?),</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">and Augustine Buscher. Conrad and Martin Beard are found in Hamilton County, Indiana, in 1850, as is Augustine Buscher. A foreign-born John Beck or Bick isn't indexed in Indiana in 1850. The Henry Bardiner perhaps connects to the Henry Barder living in Greene County, Indiana, in 1850, listed as a native of Switzerland.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"> I'm picturing my future: moving very slowly through stacks of microfilm and enjoying the view!</span></div>
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