As part of the 150th anniversary of the Civil War I've occasionally
posted poetry here dealing with that conflict. On this day in 1862
the bloodiest single battle in American history took place in Maryland
near Antietam Creek. 23,000 men died. Herman Melville wrote a
poem about that battle, or more perhaps more properly, about the
Union Army commander, General George McClellan.
Those of us who read Moby Dick might not be aware that after his
career as a novelist met with little success, he turned for a time to writing
poetry. He wrote many about the Civil War which were published in
1866 in the collection Battle Pieces and Aspects of War including this
one, "The Victor of Antietam"
Some background:
One of Melville's cousins served under the command of General McClellan
and Melville's family were supporters of the Democrat Party. After
McClellan failed to follow up his bloody victory at Antietam he left the
Union Army and ran for president against Lincoln in 1864. This is why
the poem seems a commentary by Melville on what he sees as the
unfair treatment of a great man:
When tempest winnowed grain from bran;
And men were looking for a man,
Authority called you to the van,
McClellan:
Along the line the plaudit ran,
As later when Antietam's cheers began.
Through storm-cloud and eclipse must move
Each Cause and Man, dear to the stars and Jove;
Nor always can the wisest tell
Deferred fulfillment from the hopeless knell--
The struggler from the floundering ne'er-do-well.
A pall-cloth on the Seven Days fell,
Mcclellan--
Unprosperously heroical!
Who could Antietam's wreath foretell?
Authority called you; then, in mist
And loom of jeopardy--dismissed.
But staring peril soon appalled;
You, the Discarded, she recalled--
Recalled you, nor endured delay;
And forth you rode upon a blasted way,
Arrayed Pope's rout, and routed Lee's array,
McClellan:
Your tent was choked with captured flags that day,
McClellan.
Antietam was a telling fray.
Recalled you; and she heard your drum
Advancing through the glastly gloom.
You manned the wall, you propped the Dome,
You stormed the powerful stormer home,
McClellan:
Antietam's cannon long shall boom.
At Alexandria, left alone,
McClellan--
Your veterans sent from you, and thrown
To fields and fortunes all unknown--
What thoughts were yours, revealed to none,
While faithful still you labored on--
Hearing the far Manassas gun!
McClellan,
Only Antietam could atone.
You fought in the front (an evil day,
McClellan)--
The fore-front of the first assay;
The Cause went sounding, groped its way;
The leadsmen quarrelled in the bay;
Quills thwarted swords; divided sway;
The rebel flushed in his lusty May:
You did your best, as in you lay,
McClellan.
Antietam's sun-burst sheds a ray.
Your medalled soldiers love you well,
McClellan:
Name your name, their true hearts swell;
With you they shook dread Stonewall's spell,[A]
With you they braved the blended yell
Of rebel and maligner fell;
With you in shame or fame they dwell,
McClellan:
Antietam-braves a brave can tell.
And when your comrades (now so few,
McClellan--
Such ravage in deep files they rue)
Meet round the board, and sadly view
The empty places; tribute due
They render to the dead--and you!
Absent and silent o'er the blue;
The one-armed lift the wine to _you_,
McClellan,
And great Antietam's cheers renew.
Whatever just military criticism, favorable or otherwise, has at any time
been made upon General McClellan's campaigns, will stand. But if,
during the excitement of the conflict, aught was spread abroad tending
the unmerited disparagement of the man, it must necessarily die out,
though not perhaps without leaving some traces, which may or may
not prove enduring. Some there are whose votes aided in the re-election
of Abraham Lincoln, who yet believed, and retain the belief, that General
McClellan, to say the least, always proved himself a patriotic and honorable
soldier. The feeling which surviving comrades entertain for their late
commander is one which, from its passion, is susceptible of versified
representation, and such it receives.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
THE LAUGHTONS OF NORRIDGEWOCK
More treasures from the cds cousin Lewis Wuori sent me last month: images of
vital records from the town of Norridgewock Maine where my Laughton and
Greenleaf ancestors lived, The two John Laughtons were the fourth and fifth of
that name in the line. It's through the first John Laughton's marriage to Sarah
Swain that I am related to Jeremiah Swain.
John Laughton Jr married Amata Greenleaf (which is how our family is related to
the the New England poet John Greenleaf Whittier) and the maiden name of his
mother is believed to have been McGraugh but I've yet to find a record of it.
My 2x greatgrandmother Louisa Richardson was given the middle name Amata
in honor of her grandmother.
vital records from the town of Norridgewock Maine where my Laughton and
Greenleaf ancestors lived, The two John Laughtons were the fourth and fifth of
that name in the line. It's through the first John Laughton's marriage to Sarah
Swain that I am related to Jeremiah Swain.
John Laughton Jr married Amata Greenleaf (which is how our family is related to
the the New England poet John Greenleaf Whittier) and the maiden name of his
mother is believed to have been McGraugh but I've yet to find a record of it.
My 2x greatgrandmother Louisa Richardson was given the middle name Amata
in honor of her grandmother.
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| The Marriage Intentions for my 4x greatgrandparents John Laughton Jr and Amata Greenleaf. |
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| The family record of 5x greatgrandparents Joshua Greenleaf and Hannah Williamson |
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| The Family of 5x greatgrandparents John Laughton and Lydia (Mcgraugh?) |
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| Birth records of Norridgewock including the Laughton Family |
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| Norridgewock Death Records for 1842 with John Laughton Sr's Death |
Friday, September 16, 2011
DEAR STEVE 2
The following is a transcription of another letter from my 1st cousin 2x
removed Vera Olive West, written to her future husband, my 2nd
cousin 2x removed Stevens Morse Abbott. A few explanatory notes:
Berlin is Berlin, N.H. "Aunt Emlie" is Emily Enman, whose sister
Josephine Enman was Vera's mother.(The Enman sisters married the
West brothers, John C. and Paul L.West. Paul was Vera's father.)
Finally, Pearl was Vera's cousin Pearl Louisa West.
Upton, Me.
July, 16, 1913
Dear Steve;-
You must think I am a great one for not ans. yout letter for such a long time.
I have no excuse only I was lazy, and you knew that long ago so did not send
it.
All of Aunt Emilie's familie are here from Berlin.
There is going to be a dance to morrow to end up the contest another over
to Errol Fri and another up the4 lake later and I am not going to any of them.
Other girls have fellows to take them and I have none to go withme so shall
stay at home.
Now Dear I am going to give you a growl arnt you frightened. You know
you didn;t want me to more than half dress myself while you were here
well I didn't do much better after you went home and now can't hardly
get one of my dresses around my waist and when I do it makes me red
in the face they are so tight. I am going to begin dieting and see if I can't
get thin. Hope so.
I think I shall go down to Berlin when Aunt Ems girls go back and stay a
week or two. I haven't been out to visit Helen yet.
We girls of the West familie and Erna are going to Cambridge to morrow
put our horses up and hire a rowboat and go up to the sand beach go in
bathing have a picnic we will all of us girls alone because we shal take
no old folks or boys.
I wish Bert had not gone home so soon we six might have been to-geather
again.
Pearl and I are in bed she is reading The Rejected Bride she seems quite
interested only when I get in her light.
Now Dearest I think I have written quite a plenty
So will close, with lots of love
Stubbbby
P.S. The Forget-me-not seeds are nearly ready to geather.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
WHICH HANNAH?
While I'm researching and adding collateral lines on my Ancestry tree I'm
also rechecking each ancestral generation. Right now I'm concentrating on my
Houghton line and in doing that I discovered a problem the other night.
Back when I first started, I'd found what I thought was the mother of my 5x
greatgrandmother Meriah (Peirce) Houghton. Somewhere I found information
that Meriah was the daughter of John Peirce(Pirce/Pierce/Pairs) and his wife
Hannah. Where I found it, I don't know, because at time I was not keeping
a record of sources. I suspect it was the old FamilySearch because that was
my "go-to" spot back then.
So I set out to find the maiden name of Hannah Peirce and again, I found the
information that John Pirce had married Hannah Stone in Harvard, Worcester Co.,
Ma on Nov. 22, 1744. From that I was able to extend the line back through Simon
Stone and discovered some interesting stories about the Stone family's part in
the colonial Indian wars.
I bet some of you can already see where this is going, can't you?
The other night I was, as I said, working on that Houghton line. I was checking
the birth, marriage and death dates I had against the Early Massachusetts Vital
Record site. One of my collateral Houghton cousins was Hannah Houghton
and while I couldn't find a record of her birth I did find one of her marriage
intentions....to John Pirce. Hmm. Could it be the same John Pirce who was
Meriah Perce's father?
Next I searched the various spellings of Peirce/Pirce/Pierce/Pairs and found the
following:
John and Hannah Stone, Nov. 22, 1744.
John and Hannah Houghton, int. Mar. 10, 1747.
So I'm now left with the question which Hannah was the mother of Meriah Peirce?
Meriah was reported to be born on Oct 19, 1748. So if Hannah (Stone) Peirce died
sometime before Marh of 1747, it's quite possible that John then married Hannah
Houghton who then gave birth to Meriah.
Sigh.
also rechecking each ancestral generation. Right now I'm concentrating on my
Houghton line and in doing that I discovered a problem the other night.
Back when I first started, I'd found what I thought was the mother of my 5x
greatgrandmother Meriah (Peirce) Houghton. Somewhere I found information
that Meriah was the daughter of John Peirce(Pirce/Pierce/Pairs) and his wife
Hannah. Where I found it, I don't know, because at time I was not keeping
a record of sources. I suspect it was the old FamilySearch because that was
my "go-to" spot back then.
So I set out to find the maiden name of Hannah Peirce and again, I found the
information that John Pirce had married Hannah Stone in Harvard, Worcester Co.,
Ma on Nov. 22, 1744. From that I was able to extend the line back through Simon
Stone and discovered some interesting stories about the Stone family's part in
the colonial Indian wars.
I bet some of you can already see where this is going, can't you?
The other night I was, as I said, working on that Houghton line. I was checking
the birth, marriage and death dates I had against the Early Massachusetts Vital
Record site. One of my collateral Houghton cousins was Hannah Houghton
and while I couldn't find a record of her birth I did find one of her marriage
intentions....to John Pirce. Hmm. Could it be the same John Pirce who was
Meriah Perce's father?
Next I searched the various spellings of Peirce/Pirce/Pierce/Pairs and found the
following:
John and Hannah Stone, Nov. 22, 1744.
John and Hannah Houghton, int. Mar. 10, 1747.
So I'm now left with the question which Hannah was the mother of Meriah Peirce?
Meriah was reported to be born on Oct 19, 1748. So if Hannah (Stone) Peirce died
sometime before Marh of 1747, it's quite possible that John then married Hannah
Houghton who then gave birth to Meriah.
Sigh.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
HOW I SPENT MY GENEALOGY SUMMER
The subject for tonight on the Genealogists in Second Life group the
topic is "What I did for Summer Vacation". While I wouldn't call it
a "vacation" I did have a lot of time on my hands this summer and
luckily genealogy helped keep me engaged and entertained.This is
what I did:
Visited & took photographs at eighteen local cemeteries and one cemetery
up in Maine. I've posted some of the pictures to my Old Colony Graveyard
Rabbit blog.
Discovered more distant Dunham & Ellingwood cousins buried in Mt Vernon
Cemetery here in Abington and blogged about it here
Uploaded ninety eight photos to Find-A-Grave with several hundred more yet
to be uploaded. Fifty six uploads were volunteer photos for requests.
Visited the NEHGS and met fellow geneablogger Barbara Poole.
Attended the Ellingwood Family Reunion and gave a short report on some
of my recent Ellingwood family research.
Continued transcribing the Asa F Ellingwood Civil War Pension File and
posting it to this blog.
Received two cds of family pictures and other material from West family
cousin Lewis Wuori which included pictures of 2xgreat grandmother Louisa A
(Richardson) West, 3xgreat grandmother Arvilla (Ames) West, and 3xgreat
grandfather Philip Richardson. I've been sharing these with other cousins and
blogging about them hereas well.
Joined the Upton (Maine) Historical Society group page on Facebook discovered
several new West and Richardson family distant cousins there who are members
of the Society. We've been exchanging photos and information.
Continued researching and adding to my Ancestry and WikiTree family trees.
So it was an interesting and rewarding Summer.Even better, there's plenty to
keep my busy this Winter when the snow starts flying.
And that's how I spent my Genealogy Summer!
topic is "What I did for Summer Vacation". While I wouldn't call it
a "vacation" I did have a lot of time on my hands this summer and
luckily genealogy helped keep me engaged and entertained.This is
what I did:
Visited & took photographs at eighteen local cemeteries and one cemetery
up in Maine. I've posted some of the pictures to my Old Colony Graveyard
Rabbit blog.
Discovered more distant Dunham & Ellingwood cousins buried in Mt Vernon
Cemetery here in Abington and blogged about it here
Uploaded ninety eight photos to Find-A-Grave with several hundred more yet
to be uploaded. Fifty six uploads were volunteer photos for requests.
Visited the NEHGS and met fellow geneablogger Barbara Poole.
Attended the Ellingwood Family Reunion and gave a short report on some
of my recent Ellingwood family research.
Continued transcribing the Asa F Ellingwood Civil War Pension File and
posting it to this blog.
Received two cds of family pictures and other material from West family
cousin Lewis Wuori which included pictures of 2xgreat grandmother Louisa A
(Richardson) West, 3xgreat grandmother Arvilla (Ames) West, and 3xgreat
grandfather Philip Richardson. I've been sharing these with other cousins and
blogging about them hereas well.
Joined the Upton (Maine) Historical Society group page on Facebook discovered
several new West and Richardson family distant cousins there who are members
of the Society. We've been exchanging photos and information.
Continued researching and adding to my Ancestry and WikiTree family trees.
So it was an interesting and rewarding Summer.Even better, there's plenty to
keep my busy this Winter when the snow starts flying.
And that's how I spent my Genealogy Summer!
Sunday, September 11, 2011
SEPTEMBER 11, 2011
((The majority of this post was first published on 11Sep 2008. I've
changed the ending to reflect that bin Laden was found.))
Sept 11th 2001 I was on my way to work at the bookstore which opens
at 9:00. As usual I was listening to WBZ AM, the Boston news radio
station, and was somewhere on Rte 37 in Braintree when the news
bulletin came about the first plane hitting the South Tower of the
World Trade Center in New York. At first I thought it was some
terrible accident as I listened to the report. I remember at one traffic
stop the light turned green and the first car in line didn't move right
away. Nobody honked their horn at the driver. They were all listening
to the news.
I was running a few minutes late already and so I was just pulling into
a parking space when news came at 9:02 of the second crash. Now I
and the rest of America knew the first crash had not been a mistake.
We were under attack. I went into the store and punched in, then
knocked on the Cash Office door, where Linda, the office manager
at the time, was listening to the radio. Given that there had been a
previous attack on the Twin Towers by terrorists we realized this must
be another by the same group or another like it and talked about it for
a few minutes but the store was about to open and I needed to be out
on the sales floor.
It was a surreal day. Linda would relay the news to the staff about the
collapse of the Towers and the other two planes crashing into the
Pentagon and the field in Pennsylvania. We heard that the planes had
come from our own Logan Airport and had many New Englanders
aboard them, which made it even harder to hear. But work went on
as it did for so many other Americans that day even though our
minds and hearts weren't into doing our jobs.
That night when I got home the networks kept showing the same
images over and over of the planes crashing, the Towers falling and
of the people running ahead of the looming cloud. I was angry at
whoever had done this to so many innocent people, and I wanted
them caught and punished for it.
Today, it's a different world. September 11th changed it forever.
And I no longer wait for Osama bin Laden to be caught and punished.
Justice has been done.
But we still mourn, and we will never forget.
changed the ending to reflect that bin Laden was found.))
Sept 11th 2001 I was on my way to work at the bookstore which opens
at 9:00. As usual I was listening to WBZ AM, the Boston news radio
station, and was somewhere on Rte 37 in Braintree when the news
bulletin came about the first plane hitting the South Tower of the
World Trade Center in New York. At first I thought it was some
terrible accident as I listened to the report. I remember at one traffic
stop the light turned green and the first car in line didn't move right
away. Nobody honked their horn at the driver. They were all listening
to the news.
I was running a few minutes late already and so I was just pulling into
a parking space when news came at 9:02 of the second crash. Now I
and the rest of America knew the first crash had not been a mistake.
We were under attack. I went into the store and punched in, then
knocked on the Cash Office door, where Linda, the office manager
at the time, was listening to the radio. Given that there had been a
previous attack on the Twin Towers by terrorists we realized this must
be another by the same group or another like it and talked about it for
a few minutes but the store was about to open and I needed to be out
on the sales floor.
It was a surreal day. Linda would relay the news to the staff about the
collapse of the Towers and the other two planes crashing into the
Pentagon and the field in Pennsylvania. We heard that the planes had
come from our own Logan Airport and had many New Englanders
aboard them, which made it even harder to hear. But work went on
as it did for so many other Americans that day even though our
minds and hearts weren't into doing our jobs.
That night when I got home the networks kept showing the same
images over and over of the planes crashing, the Towers falling and
of the people running ahead of the looming cloud. I was angry at
whoever had done this to so many innocent people, and I wanted
them caught and punished for it.
Today, it's a different world. September 11th changed it forever.
And I no longer wait for Osama bin Laden to be caught and punished.
Justice has been done.
But we still mourn, and we will never forget.
Friday, September 09, 2011
"DEAR STEVE-"
One of the items on the two cds cousin Lewis Wuori recently sent me
is a letter written by Vera Olive Morse in July of 1913. Steve is Stevens
Morse Abbott. Steve and Vera were second cousins,both great
grandchildren of Philip Richardson and Esther Laughton. The letter is
written book style on a folded piece of paper, so Image 1 has the last
and first page of the letter while Image 2 is pages two and three from the
inside.
Vera would have been 16 years old at the time and even though it's nearly
a century since she wrote it, it sounds very much like something a teen
of today might write to her boyfriend.:
Upton Maine
July 11,1913
Dear Steve,
I guess you think I am never going to answear your letter.
It is half past ten but am going to write so I can take it before breakfast
to mail it.
I went to a dance last Tue. night, went to Andover Wen. and got home
about ten minutes ago. She is going to be a dance Sat. I think I will go.
I don't think I will give up dancing while you are gone.It is to lonesome
and there is and there is nothing else to go too you don't mind do you
dear.
Mamma says she sends me your regards or I mean sends you hers. I
nearly killed myself laughing at Mamma and Aunt Johanna fighting
over you to night I wish you had of been around to hear the fun.
Papa carried Berty home last Monday and he went from there to Lisbon.
Mamma asked me tonight if we were engaged and I said no.
She had no right to ask me when she knows I wouldn't be guilty of such
a crime.
Did you have a good time on the forth.
You said for me to think of you when you had time,. I find time to most
of the time I am awake.
When are you coming up again. I shall expect you to come up and celebrate
my Birthday won't you? Please say you will.
Well I must close or I will be writing letters to you in my dreams.
Your loving Cousin
Vera
P.S. Mamma has read this hope she is happy
Excuse this pencil you know how I write with a pen and you are not
here to dictate it to me.
Thursday, September 01, 2011
WHEN DO I "SAY WHEN"?
I have a set routine when I work on my Ancestry family trees. As I add
each name I check for records of them on Ancestry and if they match
I add them to the person's profile. I also look over at FamilySearch.org
(I STILL liked Record Search better) and then cite any relevant images
from there as sources back on Ancestry. I then download the images
to my computer as well as those from Ancestry.
We live in a wonderful age for genealogists. All sorts of document
images are appearing online and I've been happily partaking of the
feast. But late last night(alright, actually, earlier this morning) I was
working my way down a line of collateral families from my Houghton
ancestry when I stopped in mid process and asked myself a question:
Did I really want to download that marriage record for my 4th cousin
4x removed?
There was no question at all that I should make sure to record the information
and cite it as a source, but did I really need the image? It's not that I'm running
out of space on my hard drive; there's still plenty of that. But I'm now reaching
a point where I'll see an image's name on my computer and I have to think a
bit before I remember the connection because it's to one of a multitude of
collateral lines.
To be honest, it's not the first time I've asked myself that question and on more
than one occasion I've answered myself with a "No!". Then I worry that at
some future time I'll be contacted by a collateral branch relative looking for
help and I won't have that image at my fingertips ready to pass on to them.
I think I've discovered a new geneaddiction. Remember "name grabbing?"
Could there be an "image grabbing" equivalent?
So when do I "say when", that I don't need that image,.
When do you?
each name I check for records of them on Ancestry and if they match
I add them to the person's profile. I also look over at FamilySearch.org
(I STILL liked Record Search better) and then cite any relevant images
from there as sources back on Ancestry. I then download the images
to my computer as well as those from Ancestry.
We live in a wonderful age for genealogists. All sorts of document
images are appearing online and I've been happily partaking of the
feast. But late last night(alright, actually, earlier this morning) I was
working my way down a line of collateral families from my Houghton
ancestry when I stopped in mid process and asked myself a question:
Did I really want to download that marriage record for my 4th cousin
4x removed?
There was no question at all that I should make sure to record the information
and cite it as a source, but did I really need the image? It's not that I'm running
out of space on my hard drive; there's still plenty of that. But I'm now reaching
a point where I'll see an image's name on my computer and I have to think a
bit before I remember the connection because it's to one of a multitude of
collateral lines.
To be honest, it's not the first time I've asked myself that question and on more
than one occasion I've answered myself with a "No!". Then I worry that at
some future time I'll be contacted by a collateral branch relative looking for
help and I won't have that image at my fingertips ready to pass on to them.
I think I've discovered a new geneaddiction. Remember "name grabbing?"
Could there be an "image grabbing" equivalent?
So when do I "say when", that I don't need that image,.
When do you?
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
SHAKING LEAVES LEAVE ME SHAKING MY HEAD....IN A GOOD WAY
I currently have two family trees on Ancestry.com, one for my family
and one for my brother in law Peter's. The other day I got one of
those hint emails for Pete's tree and I checked it out.There were three
hints from the Sons of the American Revolution Membership Applications,
1889-1970 and one was for Pete's ancestor Lewis Studley. When I
clicked the link to the Ancestry Hints page I noticed there were
several other family trees for Lewis. I clicked on those and right
away one of the trees got my attention. The family name was
the same as one of my old college classmates, and a closer look
showed me that he was the owner of the tree.
So now I had to really investigate this! I looked at Ed's tree
and it turns out that he and Pete are both descended from
Lewis Studley and Lucy Dunbar through their daughter
Joanna who married Levi Newcomb of Provincetown and
Scituate Ma. Pete's descended from Henry Cook Newcomb
and Ed from William James Newcomb.
After I plugged the names into Pete's tree and checked the
records it turns out that Peter & Ed are 4th cousins 1x
removed. They've never met and each weren't aware of
the other.A final coincidence is that my sister Cheryl and
Ed both worked in the same school system albeit at different
schools.
Talk about a small world!
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and one for my brother in law Peter's. The other day I got one of
those hint emails for Pete's tree and I checked it out.There were three
hints from the Sons of the American Revolution Membership Applications,
1889-1970 and one was for Pete's ancestor Lewis Studley. When I
clicked the link to the Ancestry Hints page I noticed there were
several other family trees for Lewis. I clicked on those and right
away one of the trees got my attention. The family name was
the same as one of my old college classmates, and a closer look
showed me that he was the owner of the tree.
So now I had to really investigate this! I looked at Ed's tree
and it turns out that he and Pete are both descended from
Lewis Studley and Lucy Dunbar through their daughter
Joanna who married Levi Newcomb of Provincetown and
Scituate Ma. Pete's descended from Henry Cook Newcomb
and Ed from William James Newcomb.
After I plugged the names into Pete's tree and checked the
records it turns out that Peter & Ed are 4th cousins 1x
removed. They've never met and each weren't aware of
the other.A final coincidence is that my sister Cheryl and
Ed both worked in the same school system albeit at different
schools.
Talk about a small world!
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Monday, August 29, 2011
STORMPOCALYPSE IRENE
They started warning us about Hurricane Irene a week before it actually
arrived. And when I say, warn, I mean WARN. It started off gradually with
weathermen casually saying it might be a problem come the weekend
but by Friday it had built into a crescendo. People started hitting the
grocery and hardware stores for essentials. I think the climax came with
the hourlong newscasts from NBC on Friday and Saturday, complete with
the computer graphics showing a flooded Holland Tunnel and lower
Manhattan if an 11ft storm surge hit New York City.
For my part I wasn't too worried. I live over ten miles from the ocean and
there are no lakes or rivers nearby. I went out on Thursday and hunted down
some size D batteries for my flashlight at Target where there weren't too many
customers. Most, in fact, were shopping mostly in the "Back to School" aisles
with their kids. It was a different story at the local supermarket but the bread
and milk hadn't sold out yet. All I really needed was some sugar free strawberry
jam and low calorie peanut butter. I'd bought a small cooler at Target and two
freezer packs in case we lost power. When I returned home from my shopping
expedition I cleaned the two folding chairs and table on the patio before
bringing them inside as a precaution against sharing my apartment with spiders.
On Saturday I went out and got gas for the car and made sure to charge up
my cellphone and camera batteries. I kept the laptop plugged in until I went
to bed.
I was all set for the coming Stormpocalypse.
Saturday had been overcast with some torrential downpours but there had been
very little wind. It had picked up a bit when I got up on Sunday morning, but
it didn't seem all that bad. I toasted a bagel and zapped a cup of hot water in
the microwave for tea and settled in to see which unlucky reporter would be
the one getting drenched by waves. Then the phone rang. It was my brother in
law.
"Do you have power there?"
"Yes, why?"
"Preset your oven to 350."
"What? Why?"
It seemed that my sister had started cooking some manicotti and then the power
had gone out in Whitman where they live and she was coming over to my place to
finish cooking it. Now it was time for me to go into red alert. I had just gotten up,
was in the midst of breakfast, and was still dressed in the old hoodie and
sweatpants that serve as my pajamas. I had an hour before Cheryl would
be here, so I got washed and dressed and set about straightening up my
apartment. And then, at 11am, my power went out, too.My sister ended
up cooking the manicotti on the gas grill on their patio.
From what I've heard on the radio in the past day, that's when most of the
other towns in our area lost their electricity as well.
I spent the rest of the day reading and listening to my transistor radio. Unfortunately
it only has the FM and most of the stations were continuing their usual
programming.I finally found a Boston talk radio station, WTTK, that was
simulcasting the New England Cable News broadcast. This was fine for
awhile but it turned out that "Live & Local coverage" meant "not quite live"
as they kept rebroadcasting a videotape of about two hours worth of stories
in a loop. I caught on after the third repeat of a story of the flooding in
Bridgeport, CT. As the afternoon wore on I drifted in and out of sleep in
my easy chair. I had a cold cut sandwich for lunch and a peanut butter and
jam sandwich for dinner.
By 6pm the wind had died down and I was antsy from sitting all day, so I put on
my jacket and took a short walk. Our apartment complex is on the same street
as the town high school and the power lines are all on the far side of the street,
so I was able to see there were no lines down. I went down to the end of the
street where it empties onto the busy Rte 18 and saw that the traffic lights were
out. Polite drivers would treat such a situation as a four way stop sign intersection,
but I live in Massachusetts. There weren't a heck of a lot of polite drivers as I
watched two cars narrowly avoid a collision and realized that I could possibly
be the proverbial innocvent bystander if there were an accident while I stood
there. I beat a hasty retreat back to the safety of my apartment and settled in
for the night. Eventually, I went to bed at 10pm which is very early for me.
I woke up Monday morning around 6am and started listening to a local station,
WATD. The power was still out in much of the South Shore and I called the
NationalGrid power company to see what I could find out. It didn't take too
long to get a live person and report our outage but the estimate she gave me
for getting the electricity back wasn't good news: 3 to 5 days. While I'd
expected it would be down for a day I hadn't expected possibly a week.
As I listened to the news I learned that some transformer lines had gone
down which was why many of the towns had lost power at 11am on Sunday.
Ironically, there were some areas of towns that hadn't been effected, and a
few of the towns had their own power companies so they
had no problems at all. At least I'd be able to buy fresh food in those towns so I
wasn't too upset.
Neither was one of my fellow Seniors who lives in the next building over. There's
an unused barbecue pit in the complex backyard and she set up a small camping
stove, then let everyone know she was boiling water for coffee and tea if we
provided our own cups. I walked over with my own tea bag and got a cup of tea
to take my meds with. A few of us swapped stories about past hurricanes as we
waited for the water to boil. When the handyman came by he told us the northern
part of town still had power.We were just a block south of where the power stopped.
He confirmed the estimate I'd heard earlier and I started making plans for the
duration.
My cellphone charge was still good but my laptop battery was now at 50% so I
needed to find someplace to recharge it. I also figured I better check in and let
my friends and family online know I was safe, so I grabbed the laptop and headed
over to the Panera Bread Cafe in Hingham where they still had power. I got
there about 12:30 and the place was a madhouse with a line going out the door,
but it didn't take too long to get to the counter. I ordered a sandwich and iced tea,
then found a vacant table, sat down, and logged onto Facebook. I had to be
quick because the battery was rapidly running down and there is a half hour
time limit for internet use between 11:30 am and 1:30pm at Panera's. I managed
to post my Status and answer some inquiries from folks who'd asked if I was
alright and might have been able to answer more except for Facebook choosing
today to insist on demonstrating the new secuirity measures. I got the warning
from the computer that I had 10 minutes worth of power left just as I finished
my sandwich. There wasn't a power plug near my table, so I shuit down the
computer and left.
I went to Abington and the Senior Citizen Center where I found a wall plug
and recharged the laptop as the regular Monday Seniors' Bingo game went
on around me. Storms may come, and storms may go, but Bingo is forever!
I sat there listening as strange arcane terms like "Wedding Cake" and "Postage
Stamp" were called out and players yelled "Bingo!" until the last game was
over. Oddly enough, that was just as the computer reached full charge!
I decided to pick up a new carton of milk and a bag of ice. Iheaded over to
Trucchi's for the milk but they had no ice. Neither did the Abington Ice place
(which oddly enough is just over the line into Rockland)but I found some back
at the other end of town in a small Brazilian grocery. I drove home through
some of those four way intersections where the traffic lights were still out and
managed to stop at each one without being rear-ended by anyone, and then
put the milk and ice into the cooler.
Ten minutes later, the power came back on.
My neighbor who'd warmed the water for tea this morning had made plans
already and cooked hot dogs and hamburgers on her camping stove, so even
though we had our power back on, a bunch of us ate outside on her patio and
swapped stories and then yes, genealogy! It was a nice evening and we all
agreed we should do it again before the weather turned colder.
So that was how I spent my time during Hurricane Irene. Well it wasn't
quite the Stormpocalypse here that was predicted, people in other parts
of the the East Coast were not so fortunate. None of the minor inconveniences
we experienced here compare to the loss of lives and property some people
have suffered, and I'm grateful my friends and family weren't among that
number.
And the weather forecasters are already talking about Katiya, the next tropical
storm that could hit next week.
arrived. And when I say, warn, I mean WARN. It started off gradually with
weathermen casually saying it might be a problem come the weekend
but by Friday it had built into a crescendo. People started hitting the
grocery and hardware stores for essentials. I think the climax came with
the hourlong newscasts from NBC on Friday and Saturday, complete with
the computer graphics showing a flooded Holland Tunnel and lower
Manhattan if an 11ft storm surge hit New York City.
For my part I wasn't too worried. I live over ten miles from the ocean and
there are no lakes or rivers nearby. I went out on Thursday and hunted down
some size D batteries for my flashlight at Target where there weren't too many
customers. Most, in fact, were shopping mostly in the "Back to School" aisles
with their kids. It was a different story at the local supermarket but the bread
and milk hadn't sold out yet. All I really needed was some sugar free strawberry
jam and low calorie peanut butter. I'd bought a small cooler at Target and two
freezer packs in case we lost power. When I returned home from my shopping
expedition I cleaned the two folding chairs and table on the patio before
bringing them inside as a precaution against sharing my apartment with spiders.
On Saturday I went out and got gas for the car and made sure to charge up
my cellphone and camera batteries. I kept the laptop plugged in until I went
to bed.
I was all set for the coming Stormpocalypse.
Saturday had been overcast with some torrential downpours but there had been
very little wind. It had picked up a bit when I got up on Sunday morning, but
it didn't seem all that bad. I toasted a bagel and zapped a cup of hot water in
the microwave for tea and settled in to see which unlucky reporter would be
the one getting drenched by waves. Then the phone rang. It was my brother in
law.
"Do you have power there?"
"Yes, why?"
"Preset your oven to 350."
"What? Why?"
It seemed that my sister had started cooking some manicotti and then the power
had gone out in Whitman where they live and she was coming over to my place to
finish cooking it. Now it was time for me to go into red alert. I had just gotten up,
was in the midst of breakfast, and was still dressed in the old hoodie and
sweatpants that serve as my pajamas. I had an hour before Cheryl would
be here, so I got washed and dressed and set about straightening up my
apartment. And then, at 11am, my power went out, too.My sister ended
up cooking the manicotti on the gas grill on their patio.
From what I've heard on the radio in the past day, that's when most of the
other towns in our area lost their electricity as well.
I spent the rest of the day reading and listening to my transistor radio. Unfortunately
it only has the FM and most of the stations were continuing their usual
programming.I finally found a Boston talk radio station, WTTK, that was
simulcasting the New England Cable News broadcast. This was fine for
awhile but it turned out that "Live & Local coverage" meant "not quite live"
as they kept rebroadcasting a videotape of about two hours worth of stories
in a loop. I caught on after the third repeat of a story of the flooding in
Bridgeport, CT. As the afternoon wore on I drifted in and out of sleep in
my easy chair. I had a cold cut sandwich for lunch and a peanut butter and
jam sandwich for dinner.
By 6pm the wind had died down and I was antsy from sitting all day, so I put on
my jacket and took a short walk. Our apartment complex is on the same street
as the town high school and the power lines are all on the far side of the street,
so I was able to see there were no lines down. I went down to the end of the
street where it empties onto the busy Rte 18 and saw that the traffic lights were
out. Polite drivers would treat such a situation as a four way stop sign intersection,
but I live in Massachusetts. There weren't a heck of a lot of polite drivers as I
watched two cars narrowly avoid a collision and realized that I could possibly
be the proverbial innocvent bystander if there were an accident while I stood
there. I beat a hasty retreat back to the safety of my apartment and settled in
for the night. Eventually, I went to bed at 10pm which is very early for me.
I woke up Monday morning around 6am and started listening to a local station,
WATD. The power was still out in much of the South Shore and I called the
NationalGrid power company to see what I could find out. It didn't take too
long to get a live person and report our outage but the estimate she gave me
for getting the electricity back wasn't good news: 3 to 5 days. While I'd
expected it would be down for a day I hadn't expected possibly a week.
As I listened to the news I learned that some transformer lines had gone
down which was why many of the towns had lost power at 11am on Sunday.
Ironically, there were some areas of towns that hadn't been effected, and a
few of the towns had their own power companies so they
had no problems at all. At least I'd be able to buy fresh food in those towns so I
wasn't too upset.
Neither was one of my fellow Seniors who lives in the next building over. There's
an unused barbecue pit in the complex backyard and she set up a small camping
stove, then let everyone know she was boiling water for coffee and tea if we
provided our own cups. I walked over with my own tea bag and got a cup of tea
to take my meds with. A few of us swapped stories about past hurricanes as we
waited for the water to boil. When the handyman came by he told us the northern
part of town still had power.We were just a block south of where the power stopped.
He confirmed the estimate I'd heard earlier and I started making plans for the
duration.
My cellphone charge was still good but my laptop battery was now at 50% so I
needed to find someplace to recharge it. I also figured I better check in and let
my friends and family online know I was safe, so I grabbed the laptop and headed
over to the Panera Bread Cafe in Hingham where they still had power. I got
there about 12:30 and the place was a madhouse with a line going out the door,
but it didn't take too long to get to the counter. I ordered a sandwich and iced tea,
then found a vacant table, sat down, and logged onto Facebook. I had to be
quick because the battery was rapidly running down and there is a half hour
time limit for internet use between 11:30 am and 1:30pm at Panera's. I managed
to post my Status and answer some inquiries from folks who'd asked if I was
alright and might have been able to answer more except for Facebook choosing
today to insist on demonstrating the new secuirity measures. I got the warning
from the computer that I had 10 minutes worth of power left just as I finished
my sandwich. There wasn't a power plug near my table, so I shuit down the
computer and left.
I went to Abington and the Senior Citizen Center where I found a wall plug
and recharged the laptop as the regular Monday Seniors' Bingo game went
on around me. Storms may come, and storms may go, but Bingo is forever!
I sat there listening as strange arcane terms like "Wedding Cake" and "Postage
Stamp" were called out and players yelled "Bingo!" until the last game was
over. Oddly enough, that was just as the computer reached full charge!
I decided to pick up a new carton of milk and a bag of ice. Iheaded over to
Trucchi's for the milk but they had no ice. Neither did the Abington Ice place
(which oddly enough is just over the line into Rockland)but I found some back
at the other end of town in a small Brazilian grocery. I drove home through
some of those four way intersections where the traffic lights were still out and
managed to stop at each one without being rear-ended by anyone, and then
put the milk and ice into the cooler.
Ten minutes later, the power came back on.
My neighbor who'd warmed the water for tea this morning had made plans
already and cooked hot dogs and hamburgers on her camping stove, so even
though we had our power back on, a bunch of us ate outside on her patio and
swapped stories and then yes, genealogy! It was a nice evening and we all
agreed we should do it again before the weather turned colder.
So that was how I spent my time during Hurricane Irene. Well it wasn't
quite the Stormpocalypse here that was predicted, people in other parts
of the the East Coast were not so fortunate. None of the minor inconveniences
we experienced here compare to the loss of lives and property some people
have suffered, and I'm grateful my friends and family weren't among that
number.
And the weather forecasters are already talking about Katiya, the next tropical
storm that could hit next week.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
CAPTION CORRECTIONS
I've made two mistakes in my recent postings of pictures that I need to
correct and they actually involve the same people.
In the last post I mistakenly identified this group of people as being
Louisa A Richardson West, Jonathan Phelps West and an unknown
woman in the front, and the two people in the back as one of Jonathan
and Louisa's sons and his wife. Today I printed out the list of photos
cousin Lewis included on the cds and discovered my mistake.
The lady on the left is actually my 3x greatgrandmother Arvilla S Ames West.
On the far right is her granddaughter, my 2x greatgrandaunt Clarinda(Clara) Britten
West, and the man sitting in between them is Clarinda's husband Charles Godwin.
The other two adults in the back and the child on Charles' lap are unidentified.
Charles and Clarinda had three daughters so it's possible that is one of them with
her husband and the child is theirs, So this might very well be a picture of four
generations of Arvilla's family.
I was right about one thing in the next picture. It's the same outfit being worn
but it's Arvilla wearing it, not Louisa. And it's a Godwin Family Reunion, not
one for the West family. The earlier picture with Arvilla might even have been
taken on the same occasion!
Arvilla Ames West was born in 1810 and died in 1907. She would have known
her grandfather John Ames the Revolutionary War veteran and she knew her
great grandson, Floyd Earl West Sr. So by knowing our grandfather all the
West grandchildren knew someone who knew someone who fought in the
Revolution!
Now that I printed out that list from Lewis, hopefully I won't make too many
more mistakes with these wonderful pictures.
correct and they actually involve the same people.
In the last post I mistakenly identified this group of people as being
Louisa A Richardson West, Jonathan Phelps West and an unknown
woman in the front, and the two people in the back as one of Jonathan
and Louisa's sons and his wife. Today I printed out the list of photos
cousin Lewis included on the cds and discovered my mistake.
On the far right is her granddaughter, my 2x greatgrandaunt Clarinda(Clara) Britten
West, and the man sitting in between them is Clarinda's husband Charles Godwin.
The other two adults in the back and the child on Charles' lap are unidentified.
Charles and Clarinda had three daughters so it's possible that is one of them with
her husband and the child is theirs, So this might very well be a picture of four
generations of Arvilla's family.
I was right about one thing in the next picture. It's the same outfit being worn
but it's Arvilla wearing it, not Louisa. And it's a Godwin Family Reunion, not
one for the West family. The earlier picture with Arvilla might even have been
taken on the same occasion!
Arvilla Ames West was born in 1810 and died in 1907. She would have known
her grandfather John Ames the Revolutionary War veteran and she knew her
great grandson, Floyd Earl West Sr. So by knowing our grandfather all the
West grandchildren knew someone who knew someone who fought in the
Revolution!
Now that I printed out that list from Lewis, hopefully I won't make too many
more mistakes with these wonderful pictures.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
PICTURES OF LOUISA
Among the pictures cousin Lewis sent me on the cds were several
more of my 2xgreat grandmother Louisa Almata (Richardson) West.
I think I now have more pictures of her than of any other of my
ancestors.
This is the earliest picture I now have of her, and I'm guessing it was taken
sometime between 1865(the year she married my 2xgreat grandfather
Jonathan Phelps West) and 1880:
The date on this picture says "September 15teenth 1892" and shows
Louisa with her second son Paul Leroy West. Paul was born on 20Jul 1876
so he'd have been two months past his 16th birthday.Louisa, having
been born 23Jun 1837, was 55 years old:
This is my favorite picture of Louisa, feeding chickens. I think it
might have been taken at around the same time the as the group
picture in the last post because it looks like the same outfit.
Finally here she is in another family group picture seated on the left front. Jonathan
is seated next to her with a grandchild on his lap. I'm not sure if that's John or Paul
standing in the back. Depending on which of my 2xgreat granduncles it is, the
woman standing next to him could be either Emily or Josephine Enman, since
the West brothers had married the Enman sisters!
more of my 2xgreat grandmother Louisa Almata (Richardson) West.
I think I now have more pictures of her than of any other of my
ancestors.
This is the earliest picture I now have of her, and I'm guessing it was taken
sometime between 1865(the year she married my 2xgreat grandfather
Jonathan Phelps West) and 1880:
The date on this picture says "September 15teenth 1892" and shows
Louisa with her second son Paul Leroy West. Paul was born on 20Jul 1876
so he'd have been two months past his 16th birthday.Louisa, having
been born 23Jun 1837, was 55 years old:
This is my favorite picture of Louisa, feeding chickens. I think it
might have been taken at around the same time the as the group
picture in the last post because it looks like the same outfit.
Finally here she is in another family group picture seated on the left front. Jonathan
is seated next to her with a grandchild on his lap. I'm not sure if that's John or Paul
standing in the back. Depending on which of my 2xgreat granduncles it is, the
woman standing next to him could be either Emily or Josephine Enman, since
the West brothers had married the Enman sisters!
Monday, August 22, 2011
A TREASURE TROVE OF FAMILY PICTURES
Last Friday I got a great early birthday present in my mail: two cds from
my West cousin Lewis Wuori containing photographs and other images.
As I told him in an email, it was like discovering a treasure trove. There
are pictures of ancestors whose faces I've never seen before! I've been
sharing them with my various cousins from the Wests and Richardson
families(alas, no Barker or Ellingwood pictures) and posting them on
Facebook on my profile page and on the Upton Historical Society.
And of course I'll be posting some here as well.
Here are the ancestors whose faces I'd never seen before:
Above is my 3xgreat grandmother Esther Laughton Richardson and
her stepson Almer.
And this is my3x great grandfather Philip Richardson.
This is a West family group picture but I don't know who they all are...yet.
More to come...
my West cousin Lewis Wuori containing photographs and other images.
As I told him in an email, it was like discovering a treasure trove. There
are pictures of ancestors whose faces I've never seen before! I've been
sharing them with my various cousins from the Wests and Richardson
families(alas, no Barker or Ellingwood pictures) and posting them on
Facebook on my profile page and on the Upton Historical Society.
And of course I'll be posting some here as well.
Here are the ancestors whose faces I'd never seen before:
her stepson Almer.
More to come...
Sunday, August 21, 2011
1899 SUMMER PLEDGE DRIVE FOR THE UPTON UNION CHURCH
Discovering the Upton (Maine) Historical Society page on Facebook has
put me in touch with several new found cousins and it has been a lot of
fun sharing pictures back and forth. One particular set of images were of
special interest to me.
When Dad married my Mom he converted to Roman Catholicism from
Protestantism. I don't know which Protestant denomination Dad was
brought up in; it just never came up in any conversation that I can recall
growing up. But these images do tell me where my great grandfather West
and great great grandfather Ellingwood worshiped. They show a list of
contributors in a collection to have a preacher come to the Upton Union
Church in the summer of 1899. Judging by the handwriting it appears
to have been by one person who was in charge of collecting the money.
The heading of the list states:
"We, the undersigned, agree to pay the sums placed opposite our names
for the support of preaching in Upton during the summer of 1899."
Most of the names on this page are my cousins by blood or marriage. The
one that jumped right out at me, though, was Mrs H. F. West. That would
Arvilla Mary Ballard, wife of my 2x great granduncle Hiram Ferdinand West.
As I posted last year, Hiram owned a grist and lumber mill so Arvilla was
able to donate $2.00.
I didn't recognize most of the names on the second page but the Abbotts
are cousins.
This last page was the most interesting to me: great granduncle Paul Leroy
West donated .50 cents, and great grandfather Philip Jonathan West .25 cents.
Below them 2x great grandfather Asa Ellingwood and two of my great
granduncles Hollis and Walter all gave $1.00.
Coincidentally, a group of volunteers have been repairing and refurnishing the
Upton Union Church and are now holding a pledge drive for a pastor for the
Summer of 2012.
So while I'm not sure if my Dad worshiped there, I do know our ancestors did!
put me in touch with several new found cousins and it has been a lot of
fun sharing pictures back and forth. One particular set of images were of
special interest to me.
When Dad married my Mom he converted to Roman Catholicism from
Protestantism. I don't know which Protestant denomination Dad was
brought up in; it just never came up in any conversation that I can recall
growing up. But these images do tell me where my great grandfather West
and great great grandfather Ellingwood worshiped. They show a list of
contributors in a collection to have a preacher come to the Upton Union
Church in the summer of 1899. Judging by the handwriting it appears
to have been by one person who was in charge of collecting the money.
The heading of the list states:
"We, the undersigned, agree to pay the sums placed opposite our names
for the support of preaching in Upton during the summer of 1899."
Most of the names on this page are my cousins by blood or marriage. The
one that jumped right out at me, though, was Mrs H. F. West. That would
Arvilla Mary Ballard, wife of my 2x great granduncle Hiram Ferdinand West.
As I posted last year, Hiram owned a grist and lumber mill so Arvilla was
able to donate $2.00.
are cousins.
West donated .50 cents, and great grandfather Philip Jonathan West .25 cents.
Below them 2x great grandfather Asa Ellingwood and two of my great
granduncles Hollis and Walter all gave $1.00.
Coincidentally, a group of volunteers have been repairing and refurnishing the
Upton Union Church and are now holding a pledge drive for a pastor for the
Summer of 2012.
So while I'm not sure if my Dad worshiped there, I do know our ancestors did!
Thursday, August 18, 2011
MORE RICHARDSON PICTURES
Last week after I posted the anniversary reunion picture of Jonathan P West
and his wife Louisa Almata Richardson I discovered that the Upton, Maine
Historical Society has a Facebook page. The picture had been taken on
Back Street in Upton so I thought perhaps a member of the Facebook
page might recognize some of the other people in the picture. Unfortunately
no one has as yet but there was another benefit, namely meeting some
more cousins. One of them was Deborah Judkins who shared three photos
of her own at the site.
Louisa and nieces Bertha Morse Judkins & Florence Morse Abbott
In this group picture the adults are (front row) Albert Judkins, Bertha Morse
Judkins and Florence Morse Abbott. In the back row are two men who
probably are cousins from the Greenleaf family and then Louisa Richardson
West. One of the boys in front is Sidney Abbott. The Judkins are Deborah
Judkins' great grandparents and she is my fourth cousin!
Thanks Deborah for sharing these with me!
And for those reading this, don't forget to check and see if there is an online
presence for those towns and cities where your ancestors lived. You might
make more cousin connections like I did!
and his wife Louisa Almata Richardson I discovered that the Upton, Maine
Historical Society has a Facebook page. The picture had been taken on
Back Street in Upton so I thought perhaps a member of the Facebook
page might recognize some of the other people in the picture. Unfortunately
no one has as yet but there was another benefit, namely meeting some
more cousins. One of them was Deborah Judkins who shared three photos
of her own at the site.
This one is Louisa Richardson and Sidney Abbott. They were doubly related,
since Sidney is Louisa's great grandson on his mother's side, but also her
great grandnephew on his father's side as her sister Esther Richardson was
Sidney's great grandmother on that side.
Judkins and Florence Morse Abbott. In the back row are two men who
probably are cousins from the Greenleaf family and then Louisa Richardson
West. One of the boys in front is Sidney Abbott. The Judkins are Deborah
Judkins' great grandparents and she is my fourth cousin!
Thanks Deborah for sharing these with me!
And for those reading this, don't forget to check and see if there is an online
presence for those towns and cities where your ancestors lived. You might
make more cousin connections like I did!
CH-CH-CH-CHANGES IN THE ONLINE GENEALOGY LANDSCAPE
I was doing my genealogy online tree building routine last night at Ancestry.com
last night. Right now that involves adding data from the Florence O'Connor
Ellingwood genealogy book and checking the Ancestry records and trees
for additional descendants. I try to source as much as possible so I cross
reference each name at FamilySearch Record Search and add the records
I find there to my Ancestry tree.
Sometime last night this appeared on my screen when I clicked my Record
Search link.:
Thank you! Record Search Pilot has been a great success. Your feedback
led to the first phase of an improved search experience on FamilySearch.org.
Look for more of your ideas to be implemented in the coming months.
Why is Record Search Pilot ending? The Pilot website was never intended
to be permanent—it was a place to gather and test ideas. It was never designed
to handle more records, more features, or more visitors. In order to fully
implement improvements, we need to end the Pilot and shift resources to
our main website.
Now I know most people would wonder why I'd be unhappy about this.
After all, there's more records on FamilySearch.org. But I've found on
the times I've used the new site that it's not very user friendly. It takes
too long to narrow the search parameters down and it seems to me in
that respect to mirror the same process on Ancestry. I liked that all I had
to do in most cases at Record Search was enter the name, place and
exact, partial or close (or all three) and I was good to go. I also think
the green background on Record Search was easier on the eyes(well, mine
at least.) than the white background of FamilySearch.org
Then this morning I started seeing references on Facebook from my genealogy
friends to something called Fold3. It turned out that Footnote.com also
changed over night.It's now focusing on Military Records and changes at
the website now reflect that move The menu that was formerly divided
into periods of American history now has war headings such as "Revolutionary
War" "War of 1812", "Mexican & Indian"and so on. The other records such
as newspapers and censuses are at the end of the menu bar under "Other
Collections". Now I am a Footnote..er...Fold3 subscriber and will be forever
grateful to it for all the Revolutionary War Pension files I found there of my
ancestors, but I must confess that trhis change has me confused. There is
quite a bit more there than just military records and the changes don't let
genealogy newbies know that very well.
And then there's the name, "Fold3".
This is what they say about it at the Footnote.com blog, now known as
"Fold3HQ" (why do I feel like I should be wearing a helmet and camos
reading that name?):
Footnote Becomes Fold3
One change that won’t impact how things work, but is significant and will
probably get a lot of attention, is the site’s new name. Footnote has been
a great name, but it doesn’t relate to military records and can carry a
connotation of insignificance which doesn’t seem appropriate for a site
focused on records related to the great sacrifices associated with military
last night. Right now that involves adding data from the Florence O'Connor
Ellingwood genealogy book and checking the Ancestry records and trees
for additional descendants. I try to source as much as possible so I cross
reference each name at FamilySearch Record Search and add the records
I find there to my Ancestry tree.
Sometime last night this appeared on my screen when I clicked my Record
Search link.:
August 23: Last Day for Record Search Pilot!
Record Search Pilot will be replaced by FamilySearch.org
led to the first phase of an improved search experience on FamilySearch.org.
Look for more of your ideas to be implemented in the coming months.
Why is Record Search Pilot ending? The Pilot website was never intended
to be permanent—it was a place to gather and test ideas. It was never designed
to handle more records, more features, or more visitors. In order to fully
implement improvements, we need to end the Pilot and shift resources to
our main website.
Now I know most people would wonder why I'd be unhappy about this.
After all, there's more records on FamilySearch.org. But I've found on
the times I've used the new site that it's not very user friendly. It takes
too long to narrow the search parameters down and it seems to me in
that respect to mirror the same process on Ancestry. I liked that all I had
to do in most cases at Record Search was enter the name, place and
exact, partial or close (or all three) and I was good to go. I also think
the green background on Record Search was easier on the eyes(well, mine
at least.) than the white background of FamilySearch.org
Then this morning I started seeing references on Facebook from my genealogy
friends to something called Fold3. It turned out that Footnote.com also
changed over night.It's now focusing on Military Records and changes at
the website now reflect that move The menu that was formerly divided
into periods of American history now has war headings such as "Revolutionary
War" "War of 1812", "Mexican & Indian"and so on. The other records such
as newspapers and censuses are at the end of the menu bar under "Other
Collections". Now I am a Footnote..er...Fold3 subscriber and will be forever
grateful to it for all the Revolutionary War Pension files I found there of my
ancestors, but I must confess that trhis change has me confused. There is
quite a bit more there than just military records and the changes don't let
genealogy newbies know that very well.
And then there's the name, "Fold3".
This is what they say about it at the Footnote.com blog, now known as
"Fold3HQ" (why do I feel like I should be wearing a helmet and camos
reading that name?):
Footnote Becomes Fold3
One change that won’t impact how things work, but is significant and will
probably get a lot of attention, is the site’s new name. Footnote has been
a great name, but it doesn’t relate to military records and can carry a
connotation of insignificance which doesn’t seem appropriate for a site
focused on records related to the great sacrifices associated with military
We wanted a name that would show respect for the records we are
working on and for the people who have served in the armed forces.
The name Fold3 comes from a traditional flag-folding ceremony in which
the third fold is made in honor and remembrance of veterans for their
sacrifice in defending their country and promoting peace in the world.
Now my Dad participated in military funerals as a member and Commander of
the Abington VFW and I've never heard of "fold 3". Neither have others with
military backgrounds who commented about the change over on Facebook,.
As someone said(sorry, can't find the name again) it sounds like an origami
instruction. They could have picked a much better name, I think. Nor am I
happy as a historian and genealogist with the idea in their explanation
that footnotes are items of "insignificance"
All this comes on the heels of the Geni.com controversy of this past weekend
which has already been well covered by others. Randy Seaver over at his
Genea-musings blog has a list of blogposts on that subject. If I were a guy
who believed in conspiracies O'd wonder about that but it's possible that the
folks at FamilySearch and Foot...er....Fold3 were hoping to take advantage of
Geni.com uproar to announce their own changes with minimum flak.
To be fair, the FamilySearch move to close down Record Search has been
known to bescheduled for some time now. Since Footnote.com was
bought byAncestry change had been expected there as well. Both companies
have every right to make whatever changes they want, even lamentably poor
name changes. It doesn't mean that I, geneafuddyduddy that I am, have to
immediately like them.
I suppose in time I'll get used to the changes eventually.
And when I do, they'll change again....sigh.
working on and for the people who have served in the armed forces.
The name Fold3 comes from a traditional flag-folding ceremony in which
the third fold is made in honor and remembrance of veterans for their
sacrifice in defending their country and promoting peace in the world.
Now my Dad participated in military funerals as a member and Commander of
the Abington VFW and I've never heard of "fold 3". Neither have others with
military backgrounds who commented about the change over on Facebook,.
As someone said(sorry, can't find the name again) it sounds like an origami
instruction. They could have picked a much better name, I think. Nor am I
happy as a historian and genealogist with the idea in their explanation
that footnotes are items of "insignificance"
All this comes on the heels of the Geni.com controversy of this past weekend
which has already been well covered by others. Randy Seaver over at his
Genea-musings blog has a list of blogposts on that subject. If I were a guy
who believed in conspiracies O'd wonder about that but it's possible that the
folks at FamilySearch and Foot...er....Fold3 were hoping to take advantage of
Geni.com uproar to announce their own changes with minimum flak.
To be fair, the FamilySearch move to close down Record Search has been
known to bescheduled for some time now. Since Footnote.com was
bought byAncestry change had been expected there as well. Both companies
have every right to make whatever changes they want, even lamentably poor
name changes. It doesn't mean that I, geneafuddyduddy that I am, have to
immediately like them.
I suppose in time I'll get used to the changes eventually.
And when I do, they'll change again....sigh.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
GENEALOGICALLY GOBSMACKED YET AGAIN!
Prior to attending the Ellingwood Reunion in Norway, Me. today, Cheryl
and I took a swing through Upton Maine on business pertaining to the
West side of the family. As we drove along Route 26 Cheryl pointed out a small
cemetery we passed in or near Newry, Maine, but we didn't have time to stop
at the moment and I didn't think there were any relatives buried there anyway,
Our business required us to keep going west on 26 through the Grafton Notch
State Park which has several natural attractions such as Screwauger, Moose Caves
and Mother Walker Falls but again, we didn't have time for sightseeing. We ended
up going straight through the park to Upton, then over the state line into Errol, N.H
before we started back Route 26 towards Norway.
O.K. Cue the Twilight Zone music now.
Cheryl was having trouble getting the GPS to program the route to the reunion
and looked for a spot to pull over to fiddle with it. It just so happened that we
stopped on the side of the road next to that cemetery we saw earlier and Cheryl
suggested I get some pictures of it while she worked on the GPS. So I got out and
the first thing I saw was the grave of Drusilla Walker, the "Mother Walker" the
falls are named after. There were other gravesstones, mostly from the Wight,
Russell and Bennett families.
But then I saw these two headstones:
Yep. They're from my family.
Caleb Barker was my 3x great granduncle, a son of 4x great grandparents Jonathan
Barker and Nancy Swan, and brother to my 3xgreat grandfather Nathaniel
Barker! His wife's full name was Alice Rowe. Of course at the time I took the
photos I just knew he was most likely related to me. After we got home I looked him
up on my database, Then I went looking for the name of the cemetery and found out
on a website for Newry written by my cousin Mitch Barker that it was named the
Wight Cemetery.
I also found out that not only had Caleb Barker owned and then donated the land for
the cemetery, he was its first sexton!
So: what are the odds that of all the places we stop and I get out to take a photo
it's at that small cemetery that just happens to have more relatives butied there?
I'm gobsmacked yet again!
((You can see more pictures of the Wight Cemetery over on my other blog, The Old
Colony Graveyard Rabbit))
and I took a swing through Upton Maine on business pertaining to the
West side of the family. As we drove along Route 26 Cheryl pointed out a small
cemetery we passed in or near Newry, Maine, but we didn't have time to stop
at the moment and I didn't think there were any relatives buried there anyway,
Our business required us to keep going west on 26 through the Grafton Notch
State Park which has several natural attractions such as Screwauger, Moose Caves
and Mother Walker Falls but again, we didn't have time for sightseeing. We ended
up going straight through the park to Upton, then over the state line into Errol, N.H
before we started back Route 26 towards Norway.
O.K. Cue the Twilight Zone music now.
Cheryl was having trouble getting the GPS to program the route to the reunion
and looked for a spot to pull over to fiddle with it. It just so happened that we
stopped on the side of the road next to that cemetery we saw earlier and Cheryl
suggested I get some pictures of it while she worked on the GPS. So I got out and
the first thing I saw was the grave of Drusilla Walker, the "Mother Walker" the
falls are named after. There were other gravesstones, mostly from the Wight,
Russell and Bennett families.
But then I saw these two headstones:
Yep. They're from my family.
Caleb Barker was my 3x great granduncle, a son of 4x great grandparents Jonathan
Barker and Nancy Swan, and brother to my 3xgreat grandfather Nathaniel
Barker! His wife's full name was Alice Rowe. Of course at the time I took the
photos I just knew he was most likely related to me. After we got home I looked him
up on my database, Then I went looking for the name of the cemetery and found out
on a website for Newry written by my cousin Mitch Barker that it was named the
Wight Cemetery.
I also found out that not only had Caleb Barker owned and then donated the land for
the cemetery, he was its first sexton!
So: what are the odds that of all the places we stop and I get out to take a photo
it's at that small cemetery that just happens to have more relatives butied there?
I'm gobsmacked yet again!
((You can see more pictures of the Wight Cemetery over on my other blog, The Old
Colony Graveyard Rabbit))
Saturday, August 13, 2011
THE 85TH ELLINGWOOD REUNION, AUGUST 13TH 2011
Today (August 13th) was the 85th Ellingwood family Reunion. Originally
begun by the children and descendants of Asa Freeman Ellingwood and
Florilla Dunham Ellingwood, it is also open to any descendats of Ralph
Elinwood who came to America and settled in Beverly, Ma. in the 1600's.
In fact anyone Ellinwood, Ellingwood, Ellenwood or Ellwood are descended
from Ralph. The reunion is always held Saturday in August and for some time
at the home of Jerry Ellingwood in Norway, Maine.
So this morning my sister Cheryl picked me up VERY early and we drove up
to Maine and following a side trip we arrived at Jerry's house where we spent
a few hours with him and other cousins Bonnie Atkinson and Lori Barnes Grippo
again, and to meet fellow genealogists and Ellingwood descendant Pam Carter
for the first time.
Here's a few pictures:
After eating and group phots outside under the canopy., the annual business meeting
was held in the garage: Afterwards people broke in conversation. There are several
tables set up there as well, such as this one with the desserts:
Jerry's house overlooks Norway Lake (also known as LakePennesseewassee ) and
there's plenty of space for the younger cousins to play games om the lawn
A boat was available for those who wanted to get out on the water.
One of the other tables had copies of Florence O'Connor's book The Ancestors
and Descendants of Asa Freeman Ellingwood and Florilla (Dunham) Ellingwood .
available from Jerry. There are family updates every year at the reunions to add
to the book and also a newsletter that Lori puts together. Also on display are
several photograph albums and a binder with the minutes of every reunion
business meeting!
.
This was the second Ellingwood Reunion we've attended (my first was in 2009) and
it was a good time and a nice trip all around.
I look forward to more Ellingwood Reunions!
begun by the children and descendants of Asa Freeman Ellingwood and
Florilla Dunham Ellingwood, it is also open to any descendats of Ralph
Elinwood who came to America and settled in Beverly, Ma. in the 1600's.
In fact anyone Ellinwood, Ellingwood, Ellenwood or Ellwood are descended
from Ralph. The reunion is always held Saturday in August and for some time
at the home of Jerry Ellingwood in Norway, Maine.
So this morning my sister Cheryl picked me up VERY early and we drove up
to Maine and following a side trip we arrived at Jerry's house where we spent
a few hours with him and other cousins Bonnie Atkinson and Lori Barnes Grippo
again, and to meet fellow genealogists and Ellingwood descendant Pam Carter
for the first time.
Here's a few pictures:
After eating and group phots outside under the canopy., the annual business meeting
was held in the garage: Afterwards people broke in conversation. There are several
tables set up there as well, such as this one with the desserts:
Jerry's house overlooks Norway Lake (also known as LakePennesseewassee ) and
there's plenty of space for the younger cousins to play games om the lawn
A boat was available for those who wanted to get out on the water.
One of the other tables had copies of Florence O'Connor's book The Ancestors
and Descendants of Asa Freeman Ellingwood and Florilla (Dunham) Ellingwood .
available from Jerry. There are family updates every year at the reunions to add
to the book and also a newsletter that Lori puts together. Also on display are
several photograph albums and a binder with the minutes of every reunion
business meeting!
This was the second Ellingwood Reunion we've attended (my first was in 2009) and
it was a good time and a nice trip all around.
I look forward to more Ellingwood Reunions!
Wednesday, August 03, 2011
A WEST REUNION PICTURE PUZZLE
Back when I first started doing genealogy online I made contact with Lewis, who is
descended from my great granduncle Paul Leroy West. Then the motherboard
on my computer crashed and I lost everything on it, including email addresses
(and learned the hard way to back up EVERYTHING!). Recently Lewis found me
again (I'm guessing through my blog) and we exchanged discoveries since the
last time we'd been in touch.
Lewis is sharing some family pictures with me and one of them is this one:
The caption reads "Back Street Upton West Reunion". Down at the
bottom are the names "Louisa +Jonathan West". Those are my great great
grandparents and they are the elderly couple in the front row. There are
no other names given for the people assembled for the picture, nor a date
for when the picture was taken. But I can make a few guesses for both.
First the date. it was taken sometime after the late 1890's and before 1918.
I know the latter because Jonathan died in 1917 but I base the first part on
the only other picture I have of Jonathan and Louisa:
The two boys are my grandfather Floyd West and his brother Clarence. My
grandfather was born in 1893 and in this picture(he's the older boy) he looks
to be around 5 or 6 years old, so that would date this picture between 1898
and 1900.
Jonathan and Louisa had aged considerably by the time of the reunion photo
They were married in 1865 so it's possible the reunion might have been in
1915 to celebrate their 50th anniversary.
But who else is in the picture with them?
Jonathan and Louisa had three sons: my great grandfather Philip J. and his
brothers Paul and John. I believe they are the three young men seated
in the row behind Louisa and Jonathan. Out of the three of them, the
man with the bangs is my guess to be P.J. based on a later photo:
At first I'd thought the teenager sitting at the far left with his hat on his knee
was my grandfather Floyd but looking at the light hair now I think it's
my granduncle Clarence.
As for the others, I've no idea as yet. I do know that Jonathan and Louisa
had a number of nieces and granddaughters so it's possible some of them
might be among the younger women. It's another family puzzle to work at!
Thanks Lewis for sending me this picture!
descended from my great granduncle Paul Leroy West. Then the motherboard
on my computer crashed and I lost everything on it, including email addresses
(and learned the hard way to back up EVERYTHING!). Recently Lewis found me
again (I'm guessing through my blog) and we exchanged discoveries since the
last time we'd been in touch.
Lewis is sharing some family pictures with me and one of them is this one:
The caption reads "Back Street Upton West Reunion". Down at the
bottom are the names "Louisa +Jonathan West". Those are my great great
grandparents and they are the elderly couple in the front row. There are
no other names given for the people assembled for the picture, nor a date
for when the picture was taken. But I can make a few guesses for both.
First the date. it was taken sometime after the late 1890's and before 1918.
I know the latter because Jonathan died in 1917 but I base the first part on
the only other picture I have of Jonathan and Louisa:
The two boys are my grandfather Floyd West and his brother Clarence. My
grandfather was born in 1893 and in this picture(he's the older boy) he looks
to be around 5 or 6 years old, so that would date this picture between 1898
and 1900.
Jonathan and Louisa had aged considerably by the time of the reunion photo
They were married in 1865 so it's possible the reunion might have been in
1915 to celebrate their 50th anniversary.
But who else is in the picture with them?
Jonathan and Louisa had three sons: my great grandfather Philip J. and his
brothers Paul and John. I believe they are the three young men seated
in the row behind Louisa and Jonathan. Out of the three of them, the
man with the bangs is my guess to be P.J. based on a later photo:
At first I'd thought the teenager sitting at the far left with his hat on his knee
was my grandfather Floyd but looking at the light hair now I think it's
my granduncle Clarence.
As for the others, I've no idea as yet. I do know that Jonathan and Louisa
had a number of nieces and granddaughters so it's possible some of them
might be among the younger women. It's another family puzzle to work at!
Thanks Lewis for sending me this picture!
Tuesday, August 02, 2011
A FAMILY REUNION OF SORTS 19: WORTHY C. DUNHAM3
I haven't found much online about Worthy C Dunham and his family. Like
the rest of the Dunhams in Abington he made his money in the shoe trade,
more specifically in manufacturing heels. When Benjamin Hobart published his
History of Abington in 1866 he included a list of manufacturers in the town taken
from the 1860 Us Census which showed Worthy Dunham had made $700 dollars
in sales. That doesn't seem like a lot of money by today's standards but that was
pretty respectable for those times , and Worthy probably did much better during
the Civil War when the area around Abington was the shoe manufacturing capital
of America.
Worthy's son Jotham Ellsworth Dunham apparently preferred to go by the name
J.Ellsworth Dunham and followed his father into the heel business. He did so
well that in 1880 he built a fine house on Adams St in Abington where so many
of the wealthy families lived that the stretch of the street was known as Palace
Row. The house still stands and is on the National Register of historic homes.
I mentioned in the previous post in this series that there were Dunham children
listed in Hobart's book that weren't buried with Worthy, including J. Ellsworth.
Ellsorth is in fact buried nearby with his wife Lydia and their infant twin children :
The gravestone reads:
DUNHAM
J. Ellsworth Dunham
1842-1930
His Wife
Lydia Frances Gardner
1853-1928
Twin Babes 1876
There is another Dunham buried nearby and I'll discuss that in the next
post in this series.
the rest of the Dunhams in Abington he made his money in the shoe trade,
more specifically in manufacturing heels. When Benjamin Hobart published his
History of Abington in 1866 he included a list of manufacturers in the town taken
from the 1860 Us Census which showed Worthy Dunham had made $700 dollars
in sales. That doesn't seem like a lot of money by today's standards but that was
pretty respectable for those times , and Worthy probably did much better during
the Civil War when the area around Abington was the shoe manufacturing capital
of America.
Worthy's son Jotham Ellsworth Dunham apparently preferred to go by the name
J.Ellsworth Dunham and followed his father into the heel business. He did so
well that in 1880 he built a fine house on Adams St in Abington where so many
of the wealthy families lived that the stretch of the street was known as Palace
Row. The house still stands and is on the National Register of historic homes.
I mentioned in the previous post in this series that there were Dunham children
listed in Hobart's book that weren't buried with Worthy, including J. Ellsworth.
Ellsorth is in fact buried nearby with his wife Lydia and their infant twin children :
The gravestone reads:
DUNHAM
J. Ellsworth Dunham
1842-1930
His Wife
Lydia Frances Gardner
1853-1928
Twin Babes 1876
There is another Dunham buried nearby and I'll discuss that in the next
post in this series.
Monday, August 01, 2011
BLUE-COLLAR CUISINE
When we were growing up as kids in our family the big meals were on Sunday:
roast chicken, pot roast, stew, corn beef and cabbage. and there were always
leftovers for at least one more meal. The rest of the week the meals were
food that could be cooked fast and easy because sometimes both Dad and Mom
were working. Those dinners also reflected the fact that our parents had grown
up during the Great Depression. So dinner one night might be hotdogs and B&M
brand Boston Baked Beans or Campbell's (and occasionally with B&M Brown
Bread).
Pan fried pork chops were another meal, usually cooked by Dad in an old frying
pan that we had for years. Other nights we'd have sausages and rice or macaroni
& cheese with tuna or peas. And of course there was spaghetti. Only in America
would the family of an Irish American woman and a Yankee from Maine look
forward to spaghetti for dinner!
Pizza was something we might have once or twice a month.
As my sister and I grew older into our teens. we helped a little with the cooking
since we were home from school before our folks from work. Mom or Dad might
take a chicken out to thaw in the morning before leaving for work and either Cheryl
or myself would start it in the oven around 4pm. And we both learned how to make
the spaghetti sauce: brown the ground beef, then add two small cans of Contadina
Tomato paste, one can of water, a tablespoon or two of sugar, cover and simmer
while the water boiled for the spaghetti . We were a Prince Spaghetti family, by the
way. Another night we would have the Kraft Macaroni & Cheese already made
and waiting for dinner when our folks came home. Our younger brother Phil
learned how to do this too.
Spaghetti was my favorite and we usually made enough for two nights. But there
were some meals that I wasn't too crazy about. Mom really liked fried liver and
onions. I didn't like the taste of liver and smothered it with ketchup. Dad had
developed a taste for Spam while in the service, so sometimes we had fried
Spam and beans. I smothered that in ketchup as well. (I am a big fan of ketchup.
One of the best finds of my new healthier lifestyle was finding low fructose ketchup.)
When slowcookers and crockpots came along Dad thought they were great. He
liked making the beef stew and letting it simmer all day in the slow cooker.
Mom liked them too because she never really liked Dad using the pressure cooker,
especially after the day the little pressure thing on the cover of the pressure cooker
blew off and hit the ceiling.
There weren't any traditional family recipes in our family, although Dad learned
how to cook Italian dishes from my Aunt Emily and Mom had a recipe for mundel
bread given to her by a Jewish friend when we were living on Capen St in Dorchester.
Looking back, I'm struck by how many of the specific brand names of the foods
we ate I remember: Dinty Moore Beef Stew, Bennett's Mayonaise, Prince Spaghetti,
Oscar Mayer Bologna, B&M Beans.
I think we were like millions of other working class blue collar families who had
both parents working eating what I'd call "blue collar cuisine" made up of food that
was easy to cook made with products we knew and trusted,
roast chicken, pot roast, stew, corn beef and cabbage. and there were always
leftovers for at least one more meal. The rest of the week the meals were
food that could be cooked fast and easy because sometimes both Dad and Mom
were working. Those dinners also reflected the fact that our parents had grown
up during the Great Depression. So dinner one night might be hotdogs and B&M
brand Boston Baked Beans or Campbell's (and occasionally with B&M Brown
Bread).
Pan fried pork chops were another meal, usually cooked by Dad in an old frying
pan that we had for years. Other nights we'd have sausages and rice or macaroni
& cheese with tuna or peas. And of course there was spaghetti. Only in America
would the family of an Irish American woman and a Yankee from Maine look
forward to spaghetti for dinner!
Pizza was something we might have once or twice a month.
As my sister and I grew older into our teens. we helped a little with the cooking
since we were home from school before our folks from work. Mom or Dad might
take a chicken out to thaw in the morning before leaving for work and either Cheryl
or myself would start it in the oven around 4pm. And we both learned how to make
the spaghetti sauce: brown the ground beef, then add two small cans of Contadina
Tomato paste, one can of water, a tablespoon or two of sugar, cover and simmer
while the water boiled for the spaghetti . We were a Prince Spaghetti family, by the
way. Another night we would have the Kraft Macaroni & Cheese already made
and waiting for dinner when our folks came home. Our younger brother Phil
learned how to do this too.
Spaghetti was my favorite and we usually made enough for two nights. But there
were some meals that I wasn't too crazy about. Mom really liked fried liver and
onions. I didn't like the taste of liver and smothered it with ketchup. Dad had
developed a taste for Spam while in the service, so sometimes we had fried
Spam and beans. I smothered that in ketchup as well. (I am a big fan of ketchup.
One of the best finds of my new healthier lifestyle was finding low fructose ketchup.)
When slowcookers and crockpots came along Dad thought they were great. He
liked making the beef stew and letting it simmer all day in the slow cooker.
Mom liked them too because she never really liked Dad using the pressure cooker,
especially after the day the little pressure thing on the cover of the pressure cooker
blew off and hit the ceiling.
There weren't any traditional family recipes in our family, although Dad learned
how to cook Italian dishes from my Aunt Emily and Mom had a recipe for mundel
bread given to her by a Jewish friend when we were living on Capen St in Dorchester.
Looking back, I'm struck by how many of the specific brand names of the foods
we ate I remember: Dinty Moore Beef Stew, Bennett's Mayonaise, Prince Spaghetti,
Oscar Mayer Bologna, B&M Beans.
I think we were like millions of other working class blue collar families who had
both parents working eating what I'd call "blue collar cuisine" made up of food that
was easy to cook made with products we knew and trusted,
Monday, July 25, 2011
SATURDAY NIGHT GENEALOGY FUN: "WHERE I'M FROM"
This week's Saturday Night Genealogy Fun from Randy Seaver has us
waxing poetic, Here's the challenge:
1) Write a poem about "Where I'm From" using the template found at the website
http://www.swva.net/fred1st/wif.htm
2) Tell us about it in a blog post of your own, in a comment to this blog post,
or in a Google Plus or Facebook note.
So, for better or verse, here's mine:
I am from Fluffernutter sandwiches with Marshmallow Fluff and peanutbutter,
from jimmies and tonic and frappes.
I am from ranch houses and triple deckers with hot cement steps on a
Summer's day.
I am from the pine trees, and cardinals bright red against the snow.
I am from mountains and seashores, from Bud and Anne, from Wests & Whites,
McFarlands & Barkers & Offingers
I am from hardworking Yankees, funloving Irish, and silent Germans.
From Back Street Maine and busy Boston.
I am from Protestant stock and from Roman Catholics who roamed.
I'm from Massachusetts , pot roast and Boston Baked beans.
From John Cutter West who farmed and raised a family in Western Maine,
and from John McFarland who crossed the seas from Ireland to raise his
family in Boston as a laborer.
.
I'm from Plymouth and Boston, from Maine and New Hampshire, from
blood that runs back to the Mayflower and over the sea to Europe.
I am a New Englander, with my roots sunk deep into this place .
Thanks Randy for an interesting challenge.
waxing poetic, Here's the challenge:
1) Write a poem about "Where I'm From" using the template found at the website
http://www.swva.net/fred1st/wif.htm
2) Tell us about it in a blog post of your own, in a comment to this blog post,
or in a Google Plus or Facebook note.
So, for better or verse, here's mine:
I am from Fluffernutter sandwiches with Marshmallow Fluff and peanutbutter,
from jimmies and tonic and frappes.
I am from ranch houses and triple deckers with hot cement steps on a
Summer's day.
I am from the pine trees, and cardinals bright red against the snow.
I am from mountains and seashores, from Bud and Anne, from Wests & Whites,
McFarlands & Barkers & Offingers
I am from hardworking Yankees, funloving Irish, and silent Germans.
From Back Street Maine and busy Boston.
I am from Protestant stock and from Roman Catholics who roamed.
I'm from Massachusetts , pot roast and Boston Baked beans.
From John Cutter West who farmed and raised a family in Western Maine,
and from John McFarland who crossed the seas from Ireland to raise his
family in Boston as a laborer.
.
I'm from Plymouth and Boston, from Maine and New Hampshire, from
blood that runs back to the Mayflower and over the sea to Europe.
I am a New Englander, with my roots sunk deep into this place .
Thanks Randy for an interesting challenge.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
"THE CONGRESSMEN CAME OUT TO SEE BULL RUN "
Today is the 150th Anniversary of the First Battle of Manassas, also
know as Bull Run. It's the battle that Asa F. Ellingwood took part in
and his Civil War Pension claim was based on the illnesses he came
down with as a result of the chaotic retreat of the Union forces.
First Bull Run is famous for the number of spectators who came out
from nearby Washington, D .C. who were confident they were about to
witness a Union victory. Poet Stephen Vincent Benet wrote about the
scene:
The Congressmen Came Out To See Bull Run
The congressmen came out to see Bull Run,
The congressmen who like free shows and spectacles.
They brought their wives and carriages along,
They brought their speeches and their picnic-lunch,
Their black constituent-hats and their devotion:
Some even brought a little whiskey, too.
(A little whiskey is a comforting thing
For congressmen in the sun, in the heat of the sun.)
The bearded congressmen with orator's mouths,
The fine, clean-shaved, Websterian congressmen,
Come out to see the gladiator's show
Like Iliad gods, wrapped in the sacred cloud
Of Florida-water, wisdom and bay-rum,
Of free cigars, democracy and votes,
That lends such portliness to congressmen.
(The gates fly wide, the bronze troop marches out
Into the stripped and deadly circus-ring,
'Ave, Caesar!' the cry goes up, and shakes
The purple awning over Caesar's seat.)
'Ave, Caesar! Ave, O congressmen,
We who are about to die
Salute you, congressmen!'
Eleven States,
New York, Rhode Island, Maine,
Connecticut, Michigan, and the gathered West,
Salute you, congressmen!
The red-fezzed Fire-Zouaves, flamingo-bright,
Salute you, congressmen!
The raw boys still in their civilian clothes,
Salute you, congressmen!
The Second Wisconsin in its homespun grey,
Salute you, congressmen!
The Garibaldi Guards in cocksfeather hats,
Salute you, congressmen!
The Second Ohio with their Bedouin-caps,
Salute you, congressmen!
Sherman's brigade, grey-headed Heintzelman,
Ricketts' and Griffin's doomed and valiant guns,
The tough, hard-bitten regulars of Sykes
Who covered the retreat with the Marines,
Burnside and Porter, Wilcox and McDowell,
All the vast, unprepared, militia-mass
Of boys in red and yellow Zouave pants,
Who carried peach-preserves inside their kits
And dreamt of being generals overnight;
The straggling companies where every man
Was a sovereign and a voter-the slack regiments
Where every company marched a different step;
The clumsy and unwieldy-new brigades
Not yet distempered into battle-worms;
The whole, huge, innocent army, ready to fight
But only half-taught in the tricks of fighting,
Ready to die like picture-postcard boys
While fighting still had banners and a sword
And just as ready to run in blind mob-panic,
Salutes you with a vast and thunderous cry,
Ave, Caesar, Ave, O congressmen,
Ave, O Iliad gods who forced the fight!
You bring your carriages and your picnic-lunch
To cheer us in our need.
You come with speeches,
Your togas smell of heroism and bay-rum.
You are the people and the voice of the people
And, when the fight is done, your carriages
Will bear you safely, through the streaming rout
Of broken troops, throwing their guns away.
You come to see the gladiator's show,
But from a high place, as befits the wise:
You will not see the long windrows of men
Strewn like dead pears before the Henry House
Or the stone-wall of Jackson breathe its parched
Devouring breath upon the failing charge,
Ave, Caesar, ave, O congressmen,
Cigar-smoke wraps you in a godlike cloud,
And if you are not to depart from us
As easily and divinely as you came,
It hardly matters.
Fighting Joe Hooker once
Said with that tart, unbridled tongue of his
That made so many needless enemies,
'Who ever saw a dead cavalryman?'
The phrase
Stings with a needle sharpness, just or not,
But even he was never heard to say,
'Who ever saw a dead congressman?'
And yet, he was a man with a sharp tongue.
know as Bull Run. It's the battle that Asa F. Ellingwood took part in
and his Civil War Pension claim was based on the illnesses he came
down with as a result of the chaotic retreat of the Union forces.
First Bull Run is famous for the number of spectators who came out
from nearby Washington, D .C. who were confident they were about to
witness a Union victory. Poet Stephen Vincent Benet wrote about the
scene:
The Congressmen Came Out To See Bull Run
The congressmen came out to see Bull Run,
The congressmen who like free shows and spectacles.
They brought their wives and carriages along,
They brought their speeches and their picnic-lunch,
Their black constituent-hats and their devotion:
Some even brought a little whiskey, too.
(A little whiskey is a comforting thing
For congressmen in the sun, in the heat of the sun.)
The bearded congressmen with orator's mouths,
The fine, clean-shaved, Websterian congressmen,
Come out to see the gladiator's show
Like Iliad gods, wrapped in the sacred cloud
Of Florida-water, wisdom and bay-rum,
Of free cigars, democracy and votes,
That lends such portliness to congressmen.
(The gates fly wide, the bronze troop marches out
Into the stripped and deadly circus-ring,
'Ave, Caesar!' the cry goes up, and shakes
The purple awning over Caesar's seat.)
'Ave, Caesar! Ave, O congressmen,
We who are about to die
Salute you, congressmen!'
Eleven States,
New York, Rhode Island, Maine,
Connecticut, Michigan, and the gathered West,
Salute you, congressmen!
The red-fezzed Fire-Zouaves, flamingo-bright,
Salute you, congressmen!
The raw boys still in their civilian clothes,
Salute you, congressmen!
The Second Wisconsin in its homespun grey,
Salute you, congressmen!
The Garibaldi Guards in cocksfeather hats,
Salute you, congressmen!
The Second Ohio with their Bedouin-caps,
Salute you, congressmen!
Sherman's brigade, grey-headed Heintzelman,
Ricketts' and Griffin's doomed and valiant guns,
The tough, hard-bitten regulars of Sykes
Who covered the retreat with the Marines,
Burnside and Porter, Wilcox and McDowell,
All the vast, unprepared, militia-mass
Of boys in red and yellow Zouave pants,
Who carried peach-preserves inside their kits
And dreamt of being generals overnight;
The straggling companies where every man
Was a sovereign and a voter-the slack regiments
Where every company marched a different step;
The clumsy and unwieldy-new brigades
Not yet distempered into battle-worms;
The whole, huge, innocent army, ready to fight
But only half-taught in the tricks of fighting,
Ready to die like picture-postcard boys
While fighting still had banners and a sword
And just as ready to run in blind mob-panic,
Salutes you with a vast and thunderous cry,
Ave, Caesar, Ave, O congressmen,
Ave, O Iliad gods who forced the fight!
You bring your carriages and your picnic-lunch
To cheer us in our need.
You come with speeches,
Your togas smell of heroism and bay-rum.
You are the people and the voice of the people
And, when the fight is done, your carriages
Will bear you safely, through the streaming rout
Of broken troops, throwing their guns away.
You come to see the gladiator's show,
But from a high place, as befits the wise:
You will not see the long windrows of men
Strewn like dead pears before the Henry House
Or the stone-wall of Jackson breathe its parched
Devouring breath upon the failing charge,
Ave, Caesar, ave, O congressmen,
Cigar-smoke wraps you in a godlike cloud,
And if you are not to depart from us
As easily and divinely as you came,
It hardly matters.
Fighting Joe Hooker once
Said with that tart, unbridled tongue of his
That made so many needless enemies,
'Who ever saw a dead cavalryman?'
The phrase
Stings with a needle sharpness, just or not,
But even he was never heard to say,
'Who ever saw a dead congressman?'
And yet, he was a man with a sharp tongue.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
SNGF: MY, MY, GREAT GREAT GRANDPARENTS PIE
This week's Saturday Night Genealogy Fun from Randy Seaver at Genea-Musings
is, as usual, interesting:
Your mission tonight, should you decide to accept it, is to:
1) List your 16 great-great-grandparents with their birth, death and marriage data (dates and places). [Hint - you might use an Ancestral Name List from your software for this.]
2) Determine the countries (or states) that these ancestors lived in at their birth and at their death.
3) For extra credit, go make a "Heritage Pie" chart for the country of origin (birth place) for these 16 ancestors. [Hint: you could use the chart generator from Kid Zone for this.] [Note: Thank you to Sheri Fenley for the "Heritage Pie" chart idea.]
4. Tell us about it in your own blog post, in a comment to this post, or in a post on Facebook or google+.
So, here is what I know about my 16 "great greats":
Jonathan Phelps WEST was born on 16 Jan 1834 in Letter B Plantation (now Upton), Me.. He died on 8 Jul 1917 in Upton, Oxford, Me.. He was buried in Upton Cem. He married Louisa Almata RICHARDSON on 31 Jan 1865.
Louisa Almata RICHARDSON was born on 23 Jun 1837 in Wilton, Franklin Me. She died on 4 Oct 1925 in Upton, Oxford, Me. She was buried in Upton Cemetery.
Asa Freeman ELLINGWOOD was born on 4 Apr 1828 in Milan Hill, Coos, N.H.. He died on 11 Mar 1921 in North Paris, Oxford, Me.. He was buried in Wayside Cemetery,West Paris,Oxford, Me. He married Florilla DUNHAM on 22 Aug 1850 in Woodstock, Oxford, Me..
Florilla DUNHAM was born on 29 Aug 1832 in North Paris, Me.. She died on 21 Feb 1917 in Paris, Oxford, Me. She was buried in Wayside Cemetery,West Paris,Oxford, Me.
Nathaniel S. BARKER was born on 13 Mar 1830 in Newry, Oxford, Me. He died on 20 Mar 1884. in Albany, Oxford. Me. He was buried in Woodland Cemetary, Bethel, Oxford, Me. He married Elizabeth COBURN.
Elizabeth COBURN was born on 10 Aug 1842 in Me. She died on 15 Nov 1904 in Albany Oxford, Me. She was buried in Songo Cemetery Bethel, Oxford, Me.
Amos Hasting BARKER was born on 19 Nov 1828 in Rumford, Oxford, Me. He died on 5 Nov 1907 in Bethel, Oxford, Me. He was buried in Woodland Cemetery, Bethel, Oxfor,d Me. He married Betsey Jane MOORE.
Betsey Jane MOORE was born on 16 Aug 1842 in Waterford, Oxford, Me.. She died on 12 Mar 1924 in Newry, Oxford, Me..
Patrick WHITE was born in 1848 in Ireland. He died in Ma. He married Mary POWERS on 15 May 1870 in Boston, Suffolk, Ma .
Mary POWERS was born in 1848 in Nova Scotia, Canada She died in Massachusetts
Charles J. OFFINGER was born in 1848 in Wurtemburg, Germany. He died on 17 Jul 1881 in Cambridge, Middlesex, Ma. He married Johanna C. Luick on 11 Sep 1870 in Cambridge, Middlesex, Ma.
Johanna C. Luick was born in May 1844 in Wurtemburg, Germany . She died on 14 Aug 1908 in Boston, Suffolk, Ma.. The cause of death was Cancer.
Michael MCFARLAND .Michael married Nora. He was born and died in Ireland.
Nora .(LNU) was born and died in Ireland
Patrick KELLEY was born in 1829 in Roscommon, Ireland. He died on 19 Dec 1886 in Edinburgh, Midlothian, Scotland. He married Anne BYRNE.
Anne BYRNE was born in 1831 in Ireland. She died on 9 Jul 1900 in Edinburgh, Midlothian, Scotland.
As you can see, most of my great greats were born in the USA. That would be my
Dad's side of the family. My Mom's side is mostly Irish with two Germans and
one lonely Canadian.
Thanks Randy for a fascinating exercise!
And thanks to Don MacLean for the inspiration for my title!
is, as usual, interesting:
Your mission tonight, should you decide to accept it, is to:
1) List your 16 great-great-grandparents with their birth, death and marriage data (dates and places). [Hint - you might use an Ancestral Name List from your software for this.]
2) Determine the countries (or states) that these ancestors lived in at their birth and at their death.
3) For extra credit, go make a "Heritage Pie" chart for the country of origin (birth place) for these 16 ancestors. [Hint: you could use the chart generator from Kid Zone for this.] [Note: Thank you to Sheri Fenley for the "Heritage Pie" chart idea.]
4. Tell us about it in your own blog post, in a comment to this post, or in a post on Facebook or google+.
So, here is what I know about my 16 "great greats":
Jonathan Phelps WEST was born on 16 Jan 1834 in Letter B Plantation (now Upton), Me.. He died on 8 Jul 1917 in Upton, Oxford, Me.. He was buried in Upton Cem. He married Louisa Almata RICHARDSON on 31 Jan 1865.
Louisa Almata RICHARDSON was born on 23 Jun 1837 in Wilton, Franklin Me. She died on 4 Oct 1925 in Upton, Oxford, Me. She was buried in Upton Cemetery.
Asa Freeman ELLINGWOOD was born on 4 Apr 1828 in Milan Hill, Coos, N.H.. He died on 11 Mar 1921 in North Paris, Oxford, Me.. He was buried in Wayside Cemetery,West Paris,Oxford, Me. He married Florilla DUNHAM on 22 Aug 1850 in Woodstock, Oxford, Me..
Florilla DUNHAM was born on 29 Aug 1832 in North Paris, Me.. She died on 21 Feb 1917 in Paris, Oxford, Me. She was buried in Wayside Cemetery,West Paris,Oxford, Me.
Nathaniel S. BARKER was born on 13 Mar 1830 in Newry, Oxford, Me. He died on 20 Mar 1884. in Albany, Oxford. Me. He was buried in Woodland Cemetary, Bethel, Oxford, Me. He married Elizabeth COBURN.
Elizabeth COBURN was born on 10 Aug 1842 in Me. She died on 15 Nov 1904 in Albany Oxford, Me. She was buried in Songo Cemetery Bethel, Oxford, Me.
Amos Hasting BARKER was born on 19 Nov 1828 in Rumford, Oxford, Me. He died on 5 Nov 1907 in Bethel, Oxford, Me. He was buried in Woodland Cemetery, Bethel, Oxfor,d Me. He married Betsey Jane MOORE.
Betsey Jane MOORE was born on 16 Aug 1842 in Waterford, Oxford, Me.. She died on 12 Mar 1924 in Newry, Oxford, Me..
Patrick WHITE was born in 1848 in Ireland. He died in Ma. He married Mary POWERS on 15 May 1870 in Boston, Suffolk, Ma .
Mary POWERS was born in 1848 in Nova Scotia, Canada She died in Massachusetts
Charles J. OFFINGER was born in 1848 in Wurtemburg, Germany. He died on 17 Jul 1881 in Cambridge, Middlesex, Ma. He married Johanna C. Luick on 11 Sep 1870 in Cambridge, Middlesex, Ma.
Johanna C. Luick was born in May 1844 in Wurtemburg, Germany . She died on 14 Aug 1908 in Boston, Suffolk, Ma.. The cause of death was Cancer.
Michael MCFARLAND .Michael married Nora. He was born and died in Ireland.
Nora .(LNU) was born and died in Ireland
Patrick KELLEY was born in 1829 in Roscommon, Ireland. He died on 19 Dec 1886 in Edinburgh, Midlothian, Scotland. He married Anne BYRNE.
Anne BYRNE was born in 1831 in Ireland. She died on 9 Jul 1900 in Edinburgh, Midlothian, Scotland.
Dad's side of the family. My Mom's side is mostly Irish with two Germans and
one lonely Canadian.
Thanks Randy for a fascinating exercise!
And thanks to Don MacLean for the inspiration for my title!
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
ALCIE OR ALICE?
Lewis Ellingwood Noyes is buried next to his wife, Lucy Ann (Briggs) Noyes:
and next to him is a much smaller headstone:
The inscription reads:
Alcie L Noyes
Oct 10, 1869
The stone has sunk in the ground so the date of death is mostly obscured.
Before I posted the photograph to Find A Grave I wanted to find that date
so I searched the usual internet sites for Alcie L Noyes. I couldn't find
amything on Ancestry, Rootsweb or FamilySeaarch for anyone with that
name. Could this have been an error by the engraver of the headstone?
Then I googled the name and found that an Alcie R. Noyes of Abington had
donated the Samuel Fuller cradle to the collection at Pilgrim Hall in Plymouth.
So I went back to Ancestry.com and this time took a different tack. I checked
the Census for Lewis Ellingwood Noyes and his family. On the 1880 Federal
Census I found Lewis, Lucy, a 24 year old daughter Anna and a 10 year old
Alcie who Ancestry had listed as Alice. Things got much more complicated
on the earlier 1870 Census: Lewis and Lucy's family includes another daughter,
their eldest daughter Charlotte, Anna. and 10 month old twin daughters Alice E
and Alsie L Noyes.
I could find no other record of Alcie, but I found an Alice Noyes on the 1900 Census
with her mother Lucy living on Walnut St in Abington.(Lewis had died in 1896). Alice
was working as "Ast Librarian". Lucy died in 1903. There is an Alice Noyes on the
1910 Census for Boston working as a governess at The Home for Little Wanderers
who might be the same Alice Noyes.
So, which was it, Alice or Alcie?
Tbere was one more small gravestone near Lewis E. Noyes grave at Mt Vernon
Cemetery but it was hard to read, so I converted the picture
to negative mode:
My transcription:
Alice Ellwood
Dau. of
Lewis E & Lucy A
NOYES
1869-1870
Alice died in infancy, but apparently Alcie lived until at least 1910. Did she take the
name Alice as a tribute to her dead twin? Or was it simply a case of people always
mistaking the name "Alcie" as a mispelling of "Alice" so she decided to go by that
name?
I don't know,and since it's been at least a century since she passed, there's no way I
can "go ask Alice"....or Alcie.
and next to him is a much smaller headstone:
The inscription reads:
Alcie L Noyes
Oct 10, 1869
The stone has sunk in the ground so the date of death is mostly obscured.
Before I posted the photograph to Find A Grave I wanted to find that date
so I searched the usual internet sites for Alcie L Noyes. I couldn't find
amything on Ancestry, Rootsweb or FamilySeaarch for anyone with that
name. Could this have been an error by the engraver of the headstone?
Then I googled the name and found that an Alcie R. Noyes of Abington had
donated the Samuel Fuller cradle to the collection at Pilgrim Hall in Plymouth.
So I went back to Ancestry.com and this time took a different tack. I checked
the Census for Lewis Ellingwood Noyes and his family. On the 1880 Federal
Census I found Lewis, Lucy, a 24 year old daughter Anna and a 10 year old
Alcie who Ancestry had listed as Alice. Things got much more complicated
on the earlier 1870 Census: Lewis and Lucy's family includes another daughter,
their eldest daughter Charlotte, Anna. and 10 month old twin daughters Alice E
and Alsie L Noyes.
I could find no other record of Alcie, but I found an Alice Noyes on the 1900 Census
with her mother Lucy living on Walnut St in Abington.(Lewis had died in 1896). Alice
was working as "Ast Librarian". Lucy died in 1903. There is an Alice Noyes on the
1910 Census for Boston working as a governess at The Home for Little Wanderers
who might be the same Alice Noyes.
So, which was it, Alice or Alcie?
Tbere was one more small gravestone near Lewis E. Noyes grave at Mt Vernon
Cemetery but it was hard to read, so I converted the picture
to negative mode:
My transcription:
Alice Ellwood
Dau. of
Lewis E & Lucy A
NOYES
1869-1870
Alice died in infancy, but apparently Alcie lived until at least 1910. Did she take the
name Alice as a tribute to her dead twin? Or was it simply a case of people always
mistaking the name "Alcie" as a mispelling of "Alice" so she decided to go by that
name?
I don't know,and since it's been at least a century since she passed, there's no way I
can "go ask Alice"....or Alcie.
Monday, July 11, 2011
WHEN IS A COUSIN WHO ISN'T A COUSIN A COUSIN AFTER ALL?
I was back at Mt Vernon Cemetery here in Abington the other day taking
pictures again in my project of photographing the entire cemetery when I
came across this monument:
The inscription reads:
Lewis Ellingwood Noyes
July 3 1923.
Sept. 15 1896.
Servant of God, well done.
Well, my first thought was this must be another Ellingwood cousin! Last night
I checked online, reasoning that Lewis probably had Ellingwood grandparents
or ancestors, hence the middle name. But I found none. Lewis Ellingwood Noyes
was not an Ellingwood cousin.
But... his mother was named Olive Edson and her maternal grandmother was a
Sarah Packard. My 4x great grandmother through Florilla Dunham was Cynthia
Packard and one of her ancestors was Susannah Edson. It turns out that Lewis
Ellingwood Packard is a cousin after all, but not through my Ellingwood line.
He's my 5th cousin 5x removed through our Packard and Edson ancestors.
pictures again in my project of photographing the entire cemetery when I
came across this monument:
The inscription reads:
Lewis Ellingwood Noyes
July 3 1923.
Sept. 15 1896.
Servant of God, well done.
Well, my first thought was this must be another Ellingwood cousin! Last night
I checked online, reasoning that Lewis probably had Ellingwood grandparents
or ancestors, hence the middle name. But I found none. Lewis Ellingwood Noyes
was not an Ellingwood cousin.
But... his mother was named Olive Edson and her maternal grandmother was a
Sarah Packard. My 4x great grandmother through Florilla Dunham was Cynthia
Packard and one of her ancestors was Susannah Edson. It turns out that Lewis
Ellingwood Packard is a cousin after all, but not through my Ellingwood line.
He's my 5th cousin 5x removed through our Packard and Edson ancestors.
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