tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61874526541877032432024-02-18T22:55:22.953-05:00AncesTree SpriteA View From My Branch of the Family TreeKaren the AncesTree Spritehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15495134361319153685noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187452654187703243.post-35759359363496820772011-09-05T23:13:00.000-04:002011-09-05T23:13:22.487-04:00A new Blog I've Discovered!<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>William & Mary Barrett Dyer</b></span><br />
<b>17th century England & New England</b><br />
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I discovered a well written blog about two of my ancestors who were historical figures, William & Mary Dyer. The blog's author is an actual published author named Christy K. Robinson, who is descended from another of William and Mary's children. Christy is currently researching and writing a historical novel on Mary Barrett Dyer, 1611-1660.<br />
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Her blog about the Dyers was begun in August 2011 and so far has seven entries, all fascinating! If you have any interest in England or America during the 1600s, you will want to check out this blog.<br />
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Link to the initial blog entry:<br />
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<a href="http://marybarrettdyer.blogspot.com/2011/08/dyers-family-timeline.html">http://marybarrettdyer.blogspot.com/2011/08/dyers-family-timeline.html</a><br />
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Happy Reading!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Karen the AncesTree Sprite</b></span><br />
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</div>P.S. My DYER Family branch names:<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVXUTkcArcfM217jmH124m4LotWrP5ePGRL_k5mrg9_7MCu8tLDrnh61IjqxtoyDrapqTg4Gd0QP85Sp4FCI6lCxBv9WXzwerEecz7rSW-e16ymxG8GFUASRLYDJmM9wNFb2OIK_Hyciw/s1600/NY_NE_Surnames2a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVXUTkcArcfM217jmH124m4LotWrP5ePGRL_k5mrg9_7MCu8tLDrnh61IjqxtoyDrapqTg4Gd0QP85Sp4FCI6lCxBv9WXzwerEecz7rSW-e16ymxG8GFUASRLYDJmM9wNFb2OIK_Hyciw/s320/NY_NE_Surnames2a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Karen the AncesTree Spritehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15495134361319153685noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187452654187703243.post-88225326111051391552011-01-31T13:31:00.002-05:002011-01-31T16:30:54.279-05:00Assumptions Can Be So VERY Wrong!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Today, I would like to share a personal anecdote as a warning to others to "Never Assume". In this story, I was/am the topic of the erroneous assumptions. <br />
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My late father John was married - and divorced - three times. In his teens, he had a brief marriage to Alice, which resulted in the birth of a daughter. When they divorced, my father enlisted in the Army and he and Alice allowed their infant daughter to be privately adopted by their older, childless neighbors. The young couple felt they were much too young and unsettled to raise the child as single parents. <br />
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While he was in the Army, my father met and married Olie in the state of New York. Note the resemblance of the names - change the "A" to an "O" and drop the "c" and Alice becomes Olie. Since John was born and lived his life in Pennsylvania with the exception of his Army commitment, many family researchers don't bother searching for that second out-of-state marriage. It's easier (and lazier) to just assume they are the same person. <br />
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John and Olie moved back to Pennsylvania after his Army stint was finished and had three children - myself, my sister and my brother. Because John and Alice had a daughter, I've seen assumptions that I was that daughter, even though I was born three years after John and Olie married. They were married 19 and 1/2 years, divorcing (in PA) while I was in high school.<br />
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About seven years later, John married a third time to Consuela (known as Connie). His third wife was a widow with her own children and grandchildren. John and Connie did not have any children together, yet I've seen family trees where my younger sister (2 years younger than me) and brother (4 years younger than me) are listed as the offspring of John and Connie! My sister had actually worked with Connie at a local factory before my father even met her! Pretty nice trick for someone who wasn't born yet, eh? As we were all adults by that time, none of the three of us siblings had ever lived with them, even for a short or temporary period. Connie's own son and daughter from her prior marriage lived with them, which probably contributes to the offspring identity confusion. John and Connie divorced about 10 years later.<br />
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The <u>obvious assumptions</u> made by others seem to have been:<br />
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<ul><li>Alice and Olie were the same person, transcription errors being the reason for the name difference. (No, they weren't)</li>
<li>Not locating the PA divorce records on docket for my father and Alice (sloppy or lazy research)</li>
<li>Not searching for an out of state marriage record for my father (Alice never remarried).</li>
<li>Assuming that the daughter born to Alice and John was me, even though our births were years apart (one generic birth announcement of a daughter in a local newspaper is not proof of identity).</li>
<li>Assuming that my sister and brother were the offspring of John and Connie, even though my siblings were adults when John and Connie married.</li>
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The lesson here is <b>NEVER ASSUME</b>. Just because a name is similar does not mean it is the same person with an alternate spelling. Don't assume that just because someone lived the majority of their life in one locality, that they didn't have a major life event take place elsewhere.<br />
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Source, source, source your info and make certain that all your facts line up. Are children's ages too old to be the product of a later marriage? Don't allow assumptions to neatly fill in gaps that you want filled. The story you may have in mind may be way off the truth trail. Don't force your facts to fit the story you want, let the facts reveal their own truth. <br />
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FYI, John, Alice, and Connie have all since passed on and I have my mother Olie's permission to dicuss this in this blog.<br />
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Wedding portrait of Lucas Kerr and Daisy Belle Dyer married in the early 1890s. Luke was a widowed butcher from Crosby, Ontario, Canada. Daisy was my maternal gr-grandfather's sister. While Luke was traveling, he stayed at Daisy's family's hotel in Redwood, Jefferson County, NY, USA. This is where he met Daisy, married and moved her to his home in Crosby. After Luke died in 1912, Daisy remarried; but when Daisy died in 1945, she was buried with her first husband Lucas as a Kerr. In the photo, behind Luke is Daisy's older sister Cordelia Dyer. Cordelia didn't marry until much later. The standing gentleman is unidentified and unknown. <br />
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<div style="color: #ffd966;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">And A Confession...</span></b></div><br />
Yesterday I intended to prepare a post in honor of the occasion of the State of the Union address. I wanted to share some of my family's history in politics. I have many ancestors who have been elected to office at Federal, state and local levels. Others never served in elected office, but were active politically. Although the political parties differed, the dedication was evident.<br />
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When I went to compose my post, it was only then that I realized how truly tangled my digital files have become. What a headache to sift through to find the specific information that I wanted for my post. I admit, I threw up my hands in frustration and never did write the post.<br />
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It looks as though I have a new project on my hands...organizing and untangling my digital files. I don't know exactly when this got away from me and out of control, but I need to straighten it out ASAP. Saved information is useless if you can't find it when you need it. Arrggghhh!<br />
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Wish me luck and thanks for passing on any tips and tricks you use.<br />
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The Dyers were from an early New England family, arriving in America in the 1600s. Daisy's father had fought in the Civil War for the Union and unsubstantiated family stories say that her father and grandfather had aided in the underground railroad, providing refuge on their farm as a stop on the route to Canada.<br />
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Daisy left a trove of many photos behind, many of which are unidentified. But one unidentified photo stands out - the only photograph, much less a studio portrait, of an African American in her collection! Who was this man and his connection to her families? The photo was taken at Sprague Studio in Walton, NY. There are serveral other unidentified photos in her collection that were taken at the same studio, but they are all fair haired and very light skinned Caucasian men and women.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Who is this man? And what was his significance to my family that they would have his photo saved?</td></tr>
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Look at this picture please and tell me what you see. Are there any hints or items of interest in the picture that might date it or shed some light in general about this man? I'm open to any and all input and help. This has really piqued my curiousity!<br />
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A New Year and a New Start for this Blog and for my genealogy research. I pretty much have left this blog and my research sit idle during the Holiday Hubbub and now it's time to get back to business. Time to start posting again, researching again and adding to my files/story. The year is fresh and the possibilities are endless - will this be the year I discover who the parents were of my gr-gr-grandfather, Amos DeHart? Will I find more "cousins" to connect with and share information? What wonderful tips, tricks, and stories will I learn from my genealogy blogging peers?<br />
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Thanks for sticking with me as my adventure continues.<br />
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Christmas Cookies were always a tradition in our home. Mom would bake sugar cookie cutouts, peanut butter cookies, drop sand tarts, and spritz cookies every year. As an adult, I took over the reins as Family Christmas Cookie Baker. In my heyday, it was not unusual for me to bake 20+ varieties of cookies each year to give as gift assortments. As I grew older and my heart failure has progressed, my stamina for the baking marathons is no longer there. So I've had to seriously cut back and each year select just a few recipes to bake. One year, I ran out of time and didn't bake any cookies and oh the uproar that ensued! No one else except Mom bakes anything - ever - so I found out my cookies are the gift everyone looks forward to each year. Mom's 78 years old, so these days she prefers making quick breads at Christmas or premade refrigerated "just bake and eat" cookies, rather than baking cookies from scratch. <br />
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Here are two of the most requested cookies for me to bake - Mom's Drop Sand Tarts and My Chocolate Rum Balls.<br />
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These is an easy version of Sand Tarts because you don't have to slice the cookies evenly from a roll or roll them out and cut out circles. Also, Instead of a greased baking sheet, I line my baking sheet with baking parchment (which does not need to be greased). Same results, much easier cleanup. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Mom's Drop Sand Tarts</b></span><br />
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3/4 lb. butter (3 sticks, softened)<br />
1-1/2 c. granulated sugar<br />
2 large eggs<br />
2-1/2 c. flour<br />
1 tsp. baking powder (check the expiration date)<br />
sugar<br />
beaten egg whites for a wash<br />
cinnamon or colored sugar<br />
walnut or pecan halves<br />
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Cream butter, granulated sugar, and eggs well. Add flour and baking powder. Chill overnight. Drop by 1/2 teaspoons on a greased cookie sheet. Flatten out with a flat bottomed juice glass dipped in sugar, allowing a small rim of dough around glass. This helps the cookies to bake evenly. Brush the tops with egg white wash and sprinkle with the cinnamon or colored sugar and press a nut half into the center of each cookie. Bake in a moderate 325 to 350 degree oven for 12 minutes.<br />
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Yield: 3 dozen cookies. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>My Chocolate Rum Balls</b></span><br />
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These Rum Balls are the top of the request list from my sister. I make mine using Captain Morgan's Spiced Rum. You can use your favorite rum or substitute bourbon, Kahlua, etc. for the rum, depending on your personal preferences..<br />
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1 c. semi-sweet chocolate chips<br />
1/2 c. rum <br />
1/4 c. light corn syrup<br />
3 c. fine vanilla wafer crumbs (about 80 cookies, crushed finely)<br />
1-1/2 c. finely chopped pecans<br />
1/2 c. confectioner's sugar<br />
More confectioner's sugar to coat<br />
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In a large bowl, mix together the vanilla wafer crumbs, chopped pecans and 1/2 cup confectioner's sugar. Set aside.<br />
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In top of double boiler, over hot, not boiling water, melt the chocolate chips, stirring until smooth. Remove from heat, stir in rum and corn syrup. Drizzle chocolate mixture over crumb mixture, stirring until well combined. Shape into 1 inch balls, roll in confectioner's sugar to coat. Store in airtight container one week to develop flavor.<br />
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Yield: about 4 dozen cookies.<br />
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I hope you try these recipes and enjoy them!<br />
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That Christmas Eve, when everyone was tucked in and asleep, Sis started to sneak out of our shared bedroom. I awoke as she tried to pass me and she told me she was just going to the bathroom, so I went back to sleep.<br />
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Instead, Sis crept on tippytoes down the stairs and plopped herself in front of the Christmas Tree. And there she sat on the floor and waited for Santa to show up. And waited. And waited. When Mom & Dad came down in the wee hours of the morning to set out our gifts, there was Sis sound asleep, curled up on the floor under the tree! Dad wanted to carry her back up to bed without waking her, but Mom said to just leave her be. So they left her there, sound asleep, and got to work.<br />
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Christmas morning, there was Sis under the tree sound asleep, surrounded by our Christmas gifts from Santa!<br />
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When we woke her up, Sis was so mad that her big plan to catch Santa in the act had been foiled - because try as she might, she just couldn't win the struggle to stay awake.<br />
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Dad would also pick a night and we would drive around the area looking at the lights at night. Penn Street, the main street of the city, would have all the shops decorated and lit. There was the city's Christmas Tree all lit up in the traffic circle that used to sit at 5th and Penn. You could see the animated displays in the windows of Pomeroy's Department Store at 6th and Penn Sts. For several blocks on North 9th Street (off Penn St.) lit garlands crossed overhead from street lamp to street lamp. It was like driving under a canopy of lights.<br />
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We'd drive through the ritzy neighborhoods where the decorations were discrete, tasteful amd pretty. And we'd cruise through the working class neighborhoods where more is more and colors were bright and twinkling. Those were the homes with the lit figures on the lawns and 3 story row homes covered in lights and Santa with his reindeer and sleigh sitting on the rooftops. Some of the displays would leave Dad chuckling "I wouldn't want to have to pay THAT electric bill!".<br />
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But the climax of the drive was always driving past Christmas Village. Christmas Village is a local holiday tourist attraction. You drive along on a dark unlit country road. Finally you crest a hill and in the valley before you is a village decorated with over half a million lights! That view as you crest the hill is the most magical part. So we would never stop and actually park and pay to go in (Dad would have rather spent that money on more gifts for us), but we always wanted to see it lit up as we drove past. And yup, Dad would be chuckling "I wouldn't want to have to pay THAT electric bill!".<br />
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Go to <a href="http://www.koziarschristmasvillage.com/">http://www.koziarschristmasvillage.com</a> and watch the intro to see what we saw as we crested the hill at Koziar's Christmas Village.<br />
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Because of Mom and Dad both coming from large families, we also received a great many cards. It was exciting getting the mail! Mom would hang a string or ribbon across the living room picture window curtain rod and we would use clothes pins to hang and display the cards. After the holidays, the cards would be dismantked and Mom would use them in crafts projects she would come up with to keep us occupied on rainy or sick days.<br />
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One family tradition we can count on is the first card of the season always arrives from Mom's brother Cody in Upstate NY. He prides himself on mailing them off the day before Thanksgiving each year, so his cards always arrive on Black Friday or the next day. He wants to be sure that his is the first card of the season we receive. Everyone else in the family holds off mailing until after Thanksgiving so that Uncle Cody can retain his place of honor in the Christmas Card stakes. <br />
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These days, my card sending goes in waves. When money isn't so tight, I'll send cards to everyone in my address book. Years like 2010, I will just restrict myself to immediate family and a very few others. Postage rates add up too fast to be casual with my card list in these current economic times. But I still love getting cards!<br />
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Lights: In my youngest years, we used the large bulb strings of light. As the years passed, we moved into the small twinkling lights; always multicolored and never the plain white strings of light. With our tree, the more colors, the better was the rule. But my favorites by far were the strings of bubble lights. I could watch them for hours. We even had a candelabra in the front window that was outfitted with bubble lights.<br />
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Most of our ornaments were a mish mash assortment of the old blown glass balls and figuruals. Many of the balls had indents with kaleidoscope patterns in the indents. There were glass balls that looked like berries and birds, Santas and bells. We had many glass ornaments that looked like Chinese lanterns. The tree lights would reflect upon all these ornaments and really make them sparkle and come alive.<br />
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The rest of the tree was outfitted with homemade ornaments and whatever caught our fancy. Of course, back then there weren't cartoon or TV character decorations. A favorite for many years were ornaments my sister and I made in Sunday School one year. They were stars made from wagon wheel pasta glued together, spray painted (mine was silver, Sis's was gold), sprinkled with glitter and had a mini Christmas ball glued to the center. How those lasted intact for so many years was a tribute Mom's packing abilities when everything was taken down and put back into storage for the next year.<br />
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When I was a kid, I wanted a "designer" matchy-matchy theme tree (what I imagined were rich peoples' trees). Now that I am older, those trees seem so sterile. So it is a hodge podge, eclectic, theme free tree for me. Long live Personality!<br />
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Since Cookies and Dinner are Advent Calendar discussion topics for later in this month, I'll focus today on what foods were special to us that don't fall into those categories.<br />
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At the top of my list were the bowls of mixed nuts in their shells that Mom would have sitting around. These never made an appearance any other time of the year, but in the lead up to Christmas, there was always a bowl of nuts and a nutcracker sitting on an endtable in the living room. Sometimes it would be just walnuts, but usually it was mixed nuts. Since there was some effort needed to crack the nuts and dig out the nutmeat, we were allowed to snack on them at will. As kids we never went crazy gobbling them down because we lost interest in cracking them open after just a few nuts and our attention would turn to other things. <br />
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Everyone had their favorite type of nut they would dig for in the bowl. Dad went for the walnuts, I liked the brazil nuts. My sister liked the hazelnuts, or as she called them, "acorns".<br />
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Another Holiday treat was Ribbon candy. My father's aunt generally gave us a box of it every year. Now that was a treat that Mom would parse out because otherwise we'd gobble up the entire box in no time! I loved the thin crackle of the delicate hard candy.<br />
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And I can't forget about the candy canes! They were everywhere! We'd hang them on the tree and eat them as snacks or even dessert. Mom would get the little canes each individually wrapped in cellophane. Back then they came in one flavor - peppermint with the classic red and white stripes. OK, occasionally we'd score a green and white stripe peppermint cane, but they were hard to come by. Today's tutti-frutti kaleidoscope colored candy canes just don't seem right to me. That's not how candy canes are supposed to look and taste! <br />
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Now I have to run out and buy some mixed nuts and ribbon candy. You readers are a bad influence!<br />
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My family didn't put up a live tree in those years. We weren't a family that trudged out in the snow to select a live tree, only to set it out as trash after the celebrations. No tromping through the woods, tree farms or corner tree lots for us. No, for us each year sometime just after Thanksgiving, Dad would retrieve the box holding the pieces of our artificial tree out of storage and assemble it (I think the assembly instruction must have included some colorful language LOL). I always assumed we never had a live tree because Mom didn't want to deal with the mess (and cleanup) of all the dropped needles that comes with having a live tree. Looking back, I know now that Mom and my baby sister had serious allergy and sinus conditions that would have been aggravated by spending so much time with a live indoor evergreen tree.<br />
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Our tree was a good sized tabletop tree, maybe 4 feet high. Every year my Dad would set up a large HO train platform on a pair of sawhorses and the decorated Christmas tree would be the centerpiece on the platform. I'll write more about the Christmas train display in another post, but this was the reason our tree was a tabletop sized tree. Sitting on the platform, the tree topper almost, but not quite, reached the room's ceiling. <br />
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We always decorated our tree with tinsel, never garland. Funny because as anti-mess as my mother was/is, she said it wasn't really a Christmas tree without tinsel. Mom said that garland was for people too lazy to take the time to hang tinsel properly.<br />
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Although we all helped to decorate the tree, when we were all finished with the decorations it was Dad's job to place the crowning touch - a mercury glass tree topper (the kind with the bulb and spire shape) on the top of the tree. I once asked why we didn't use a star or angel or one of those flashing light tree toppers that I'd see in the stores. I was told by my parents it was because that tree topper was like the ones they both grew up with and that's what we use in this family and no, we were not going to change. I decided that I was going to have a glitzy tree topper when I grew up. Only thing is now I choose to use a mercury glass tree topper because that's what I grew up with and any other topper doesn't seem like Christmas.<br />
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It's funny to realize that the older we get, the more we value tradition.<br />
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If your ancestors lived in a small town, don't overlook the social gossip that was printed in the newspapers. They often show party guest lists, out of town visitors, medical updates, estate sales (with every item being sold listed), etc. In small towns everyone knew everyone else's business.<br />
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Guest lists for family dinners or reunions can be a real find for the family genealogist. At these events you know that almost everyone who attended is related to the host in some way, by blood or marriage. Now that you have the names, you just need to piece them together. Of course there is always the possibility to keep in mind that single attendees may have been boyfriends or girlfriends who never made it to marrying into the family....or they could be grandkids or inlaws or....<br />
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Here is an example from my paternal family. The folks I've been able to positively identify have corresponding notes. There are a few that I'm still working on and haven't pinpointed their relationship yet.<br />
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I've used my paternal grandmother, Ada M. (DeHart) Yohn as the base person to use in the relationship metric.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">News article that appeared in the Reading (Berks County, PA) Eagle, on May 22, 1931</td></tr>
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Rev. A. R. Bachman - <span style="color: #ffe599;">pastor of St. John's Reformed Church, Mt. Aetna, Berks Co., PA, the family church </span><br />
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Miss Maggie Stumbach<br />
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Mrs. Lizzie Lightner<br />
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Samuel DeHart - <span style="color: #ffe599;">brother to my grandmother</span><br />
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Mr. and Mrs. Lewis B. Miller, Philadelphia - <span style="color: #ffe599;">sister to my grandmother (Martha)</span><br />
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Mr. and Mrs. John Thomas<br />
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Mrs Emma Hoffman and Children, Jacob and Russell - <span style="color: #ffe599;">sister to my grandmother </span><br />
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Mrs. Kate Boeshore and daughter Emma, Fredericksburg - <span style="color: #ffe599;">sister to my grandmother</span><br />
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Mr. and Mrs. Frank DeHart and daughter Mary - <span style="color: #ffe599;">brother to my grandmother</span><br />
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Charles DeHart - <span style="color: #ffe599;">brother to my grandmother</span><br />
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Mrs. Ada Yohn and children Floyd, Evelyn, Arline, and Fern - <span style="color: #ffe599;">my grandmother</span> and her 4 kids, my Dad wasn't born until December of that year.<br />
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Mr. and Mrs. Raymond Bulles and children Elizabeth and Bernice - <span style="color: #ffe599;">sister to my grandmother (Lillie)</span><br />
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Mrs. Carrie Sherman, Reading - <span style="color: #ffe599;">sister to my grandmother</span><br />
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Mr. and Mrs. Hiram DeHart and children Allen and Alberta - <span style="color: #ffe599;">brother to my grandmother</span><br />
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Miss Maggie DeHart - <span style="color: #ffe599;">sister to my grandmother</span><br />
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Mr. and Mrs. Lewis DeHart and children Lucille and Curtis - <span style="color: #ffe599;">brother to my grandmother </span><br />
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Mr. and Mrs. Henry DeHart, Myerstown - <span style="color: #ffe599;">brother to my grandmother</span><br />
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Mr. and Mrs. George DeHart, Lebanon - <span style="color: #ffe599;">brother to my grandmother</span><br />
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Mr. and Mrs. Artemus Bulles - <span style="color: #ffe599;">nephew to my grandmother</span>, Raymond and Lillie Bulles's son<br />
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Lewis Bear - <span style="color: #ffe599;">Carrie Sherman's companion/2nd husband (actually spelled Louis)</span><br />
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Stanley Adams, Reading<br />
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William Shimp, Wernersville<br />
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Mildred, Eleanor and Lucy Ream. Fredericksburg - <span style="color: #ffe599;">My grandmother's sister, Kate Boeshore's granddaughters via daughter Mary E. (Boeshore) Ream</span><br />
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Miss Ethel Balthaser<br />
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Rufus Brigel - <span style="color: #ffe599;">future husband of Elizabeth Bulles (dau of Raymond and Lillie Bulles) </span><br />
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Mr. and Mrs. Ross Bear, Reading - <span style="color: #cccccc;">(related to Louis Bear, but how?)</span><br />
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This is a copy of the bill for funeral expenses presented to her widower, Mr. John G. Hirst by the undertaker, Albert Cummings.<br />
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June 1st - To furnishing polished oak casket, old silver bar handles, Eng. name plate, cream liberty satin lining, satin pillow & mattress. 85.00<br />
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To polished chestnut case copper bound & copper name plate 25.00<br />
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To Embalming Remains 10.00<br />
To Paper Notices 5.00<br />
To Blanket 3.00<br />
To Opening Grave, 10 ft. deep 9.00<br />
To Dress & Ladys Services 20.00<br />
To Auto Hearse, Mt. Peace 10.00<br />
To 6 carriages 4.50 (each) 27.00<br />
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Recd. Payment 194.00 (<i>my note: paid in full</i>) <br />
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Well, the magazine was a big hit! Not only did she enjoy it, but as she would page through each new issue, Mom would share stories of her and her siblings from when they were growing up. This was something Mom never really discussed over the years - she didn't think it was that interesting to anyone else. Mom was one of 10 siblings that survived infancy (although one of those 10, a younger brother, drowned when he was just shy of turning five years old) She had one older sister and the rest of the family were boys. All but one of the brothers were younger than her. Why Mom thought that wasn't interesting to anyone else is beyond me. Grandma never allowed any of the children out alone, whether playing, walking to school, running errands or dating. They always had to have at least one sibling with them, no matter how old they were. She told of when she was dating a local farm boy, she had to take two of her youngest brothers with her when she would visit the farm to see her boyfriend. TOver time the younger boys became close to that family, so even when Mom broke up with the boyfriend, her brothers still kept in touch for many years.<br />
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Mom, who was from Upstate NY, told about going to two funerals for her grandmother...one in the winter when she passed and another in the spring when the ground was thawed enough that her grandma could be buried. <br />
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She told of wearing hand me downs and of how her grandmother had taught her to sew clothes. (Mom is a talented seamstress, I've never had the knack). Of how her brothers took a portrait of her and would throw darts at it when they were mad at her. Of her wedding portrait that was taken before the ceremony and posed in front of their home. Unseen by anyone until later, under the raised porch were her two youngest brothers dressed in their cowboy hats and aiming their toy six shooters at her. It made her so mad then, but now it makes everyone laugh, including her brothers who are retired now. <br />
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All kinds of snippets came spilling out.<br />
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If you are looking for a conversation starter with older family members, I would recommend <i>Reminsice </i>magazine as just the thing to get old memories stirring. And it makes a fine Christmas gift for the person who doesn't want any more "dustables" or hand cream.<br />
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(Disclosure: I have no connection to <i>Reminisce </i>or to Reiman Publications. I'm just sharing a tip that worked for me.) <br />
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Happy Reminiscing!<br />
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This is to Certify, That John Eckard of Philadelphia in the State of Pennsylvania and Margaret J. Davis of Philadelphia in the State of Pennsylvania Were Joined Together in Holy Matrimony, by me, on the Eighth day of April in the year of our Lord One Thousand Eight Hundred and Sixty Six<br />
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Minister of the Gospel<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">John ECKARD <i>married</i> Margaret J. DAVIS</div><div style="text-align: left;">Clara ECKARD <i>married</i> John Grubb HIRST</div><div style="text-align: left;">Raymond HIRST<i> married</i> Ethel DYER<br />
Olie Lillian HIRST <i>married first husband</i> John Henry YOHN<br />
Karen Marie YOHN (me)<br />
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Raymond Hirst of Philadelphia met and married Ethel Dyer of upstate New York while he was stationed at Madison Barracks, NY while serving in the Army.<br />
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</div>Karen the AncesTree Spritehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15495134361319153685noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187452654187703243.post-5311973574093193252010-11-16T16:40:00.003-05:002010-11-16T17:34:37.165-05:00Talented Tuesday -An Inventor In The Family<div style="color: #ffe599;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Asa Shadrack Sherman, Part II</span></b></div><br />
<a href="http://ancestreesprite.blogspot.com/2010/11/sundays-obituary-asa-shadrack-sherman.html">On this past Sunday, I wrote about my maternal gr-gr-gr-grandfather, Asa Shadrack Sherman</a>. His 1904 obituary stated <i>"Mr. Sherman, who has been engaged in laying cement walks in the village,..."</i>. I had heard stories that Asa had laid cement sidewalks in Canastota (Madison County, NY), and even heard stories that some plaques in the sidewalk cement still existed. But yesterday, I learned so much more about this whole endeavor, thanks to a 2010 news article link sent to me by a 3rd cousin, Robin Hadden.<br />
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You see, Asa not only laid the concrete for the sidewalks, but <span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>he had invented a formula for a concrete that would withstand the harsh upstate NY winters!</b></i></span> Prior to this, other concretes had been tried, but they had all failed to survive the New York winter frosts. Asa substituted ground stone dust for sand and increased the amount of cement used. Some of his concrete sidewalks that were laid have lasted over 100 years. There are still seven original brass plates embedded in Asa's original concrete sidewalks that survive.<br />
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The brass plates embedded in the sidewalk concrete say:<br />
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<div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">A. SHERMAN'S</span><br style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">FORMULA</span><br style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">GUARANTEED.</span><br style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">CANASTOTA,N.Y.</span><br style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">1901 </span></b></div><br />
The surviving brass plates can be found embedded in the sidewalk in these locations in the Village of Canastota:<br />
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<ul><li>near the corner of Wilson Avenue and Spencer Street </li>
<li>near the corner of Elm and Spencer Streets </li>
<li>near the corner of Ball Avenue and Spencer Street </li>
<li>near the corner of Spencer and Chapel Streets </li>
<li>near the corner of Main and Lewis Streets </li>
<li>on Hickory Street in the direction of Main Street </li>
<li>near the corner of Peterboro and Hickory Streets</li>
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In July 2010, as part of Canatota's bicentennial celebration, the "Canastota Walk Through History Contest" was sponsored by the Canal Town Museum. Part of the contest was locating all seven of these brass plates successfully.<br />
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You can read more about this - and see a photo of one of the original sidewalk embedded plates - in the July 29, 2010 <b><i><a href="http://www.oneidadispatch.com/articles/2010/07/28/news/doc4c50fc97a9af6527385954.txt?viewmode=default">Oneida Daily Dispatch article</a></i></b> by Matt Powers, Dispatch Staff Writer.<br />
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I had no idea that Asa had actually invented the formula for this special concrete himself. When his obit said he had been laying cement, I just assumed he was mixing up and laying standard everyday common cement. This is so cool to learn that he was a creative thinker and problem solver. <br />
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I'm so excited to learn this new-to-me information!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">You can view Asa S. Sherman's gravestone at his <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GSln=Sherman&GSfn=Asa&GSbyrel=in&GSdyrel=in&GSob=n&GRid=49278212&df=all&">Find A Grave Profile</a></span></div><br />
<div style="color: #ffe599; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;">"The Canastota (NY) Bee" Sat. Sept. 17, 1904 page 1, Column 3</span></i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;"> </span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><u>Dropped Dead Of Heart Disease At His Home Yesterday Morning</u></span></b></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;"> </span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">Asa S. Sherman, for many years a prominent resident of this town, died suddenly at his home in Spencer Street, Friday morning Sept. 16th shortly after 10 o'clock. Mr. Sherman, who has been engaged in laying cement walks in the village, was at work at Daniel Morton's place, in North Peterboro street, when he complained of not feeling well. He walked up town and sat down for a time in front one of the stores. A little later he walked to his residence and shortly after arriving home, while sitting in a chair died. Death was caused by heart disease for which he has been doctoring for several months. </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;"> </span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">Mr. Sherman was born in Cazenovia, Feb.28, 1819 and was therefore in his 86th year. He removed to Durham when quite a young man and some years later to a farm which he managed near Scholhammer Bridge. </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;"> </span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">He was engaged in contracting and had many jobs on the Erie Canal at various times. Twenty-one years ago Mr.Sherman removed to Canastota. When the Canastota water works were put in about 20 years ago, he superintended the work. After the water works were established he was for many years superintendent. He also served the village as trustee and street commissioner. Mr. Sherman was in politics, a sincere and earnest democrat, and in 1863 he was elected by his party a member of the assembly and served one term. Mr. Sherman is survived by a widow, who was his second wife and five children, who are Mrs. George Dyer, of Redwood, Mrs. Edward Carpenter, of Oneida, Sykes Sherman, Mrs. Bert Austen and Mrs. Floyd Moore of this village. His is also survived by one sister, Mrs. Lydia Ann Rhodes, of Skaneateles. Funeral services will be held at his late home Sunday afternoon at 3 o'clock, Rev. J.V. Benham will officiate and burial will be made in Mt. Pleasant cemetery. </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="color: #ffd966;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;">***Note that Asa S. Sherman's gravestone gives his year of birth as 1818. In the family Bible, which is inscribed as given to Asa Sherman (Asa S. Sherman's father) by his father Elihu Sherman in 1816, Asa Shadrack Sherman's year of birth is clearly recorded as 1819.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sherman Family Bible Records</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></span><br />
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</span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><u>My lineage from Asa Shadrack Sherman:</u></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">Asa Shadrack SHERMAN <i>and his first wife</i> Cordelia Marie BURLEIGH</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">Clarissa Jannett SHERMAN <i>and her first husband</i> George Burton DYER</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">Harry Sherman DYER <i>married</i> Olie Lillian WARNER</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Ethel DYER <i>married</i> Raymond HIRST</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">Olie Lillian HIRST <i>and her first husband</i> John Henry YOHN</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">Karen Marie YOHN</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div>Karen the AncesTree Spritehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15495134361319153685noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187452654187703243.post-82734597800098188692010-11-09T13:35:00.000-05:002010-11-09T13:35:37.911-05:00Tombstone Tuesday - A Farmer & His Wife<div style="color: #fff2cc;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Lee & Phyllis (<i>nee</i> Manmiller) Stitzel</b></span></div><br />
<b>Location: Zion Moselem Lutheran Church, Moselem Church Road, Richmond Township, Berks County, PA </b><br />
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Although Lee Stitzel was four years younger than my stepfather, Walter C. L. Adam, Lee was actually the much younger half-brother of my stepdad's father, Walter J. Adam. So Lee was my stepfather's uncle, even though he was younger than my stepfather..<br />
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Aren't overlapping generations fun in family trees? You'd think from ages that Walt would be Lee's older cousin, but Walt was actually Lee's nephew.<br />
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Lee was a proud farmer and hunter and wanted that memorialized in his stone design. His wife, a fan of playing BINGO has her imprint in the BINGO card that also is featured on the stone. <br />
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</div><div style="color: #ffd966;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">I Dreamed A Dream</span></b></div><br />
Last night, I had been doing some family genealogy research online until the wee hours of the morning. I finally shut down and went to bed. Now full disclosure - I have no tattoos and I have no interest/intent in sporting a tattoo myself. I have nothing against them or people who have them, they just aren't for me. <br />
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In my dream, I was sitting in a tattoo parlour getting a colorful word cloud of my paternal surnames inked onto my right upper arm. It was so beautiful and I was so happy with it that in this dream (where time is apparently irrelevant LOL), several days later I returned and had a word cloud of my maternal surnames tattood onto my left upper arm. It was such a "real" and vivid dream that when I awoke I had to check to see if I really did have those tattoos on my arms.<br />
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Have you ever had genealogy related dreams or nightmares? I know you have...c'mon share them in the comments section!<br />
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Back in the 1950s and 1960s, Clam Dip was a staple to serve at any party. Every housewife had her own recipe for it tucked away in her recipe box. I have fond memories of my mother's older sister Marianne serving this in a chip and dip glass serving bowl set when we would visit. Of course, she would be wearing one of her fancy lacy "entertaining" aprons during these occasions.<br />
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<div style="color: #f9cb9c;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>Clam Dip</strong></span></div>Yield: 1 Cup<br />
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<div style="color: #ffe599;">Ingredients:</div>1 6 ½ ounce can chopped clams<br />
8 ounces cream cheese, at room temperature<br />
½ teaspoon Worcestershire sauce<br />
1 teaspoon lemon juice <br />
Dash of hot sauce (optional)<br />
½ teaspoon garlic powder<br />
½ teaspoon onion salt<br />
2 teaspoons finely chopped fresh parsley<br />
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<div style="color: #ffe599;">Preparation:</div>Drain the clams and reserve the liquid. Place the cream cheese in a bowl, add the clams, the Worcestershire, lemon juice, hot sauce (if desired), garlic powder and onion salt. Blend well. Gradually add the clam juice, a tablespoon or so at a time until the dip has a nice consistency. Stir in the parsley.<br />
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Serve with crackers or potato chips.<br />
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Location: Zion Moselem Lutheran Church, Moselem Church Road, Richmond Township, Berks County, PA <br />
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According to my mother, Herbert and Elda Adam were the uncle and aunt of my late stepfather Walter C. L. Adam. Someday, a genealogist will stumble upon their tombstone and do a great big Happy Dance.<br />
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The front face of the stone is quite nice and includes a lovely portrait of the couple. But it looks like a typical tombstone, yes?<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">But walk around to the reverse of the stone and you'll find the full family tree (father's paternal line and mother's paternal line) back to their immigrant ancestors for both husband and wife! Also there are three photo portraits of the couple's grown sons and their wives and the wives' maiden names are included in the inscriptions identifying the photos.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now why couldn't my gr-gr-grandfather of the brick wall have a stone like this?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Karen the AncesTree Spritehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15495134361319153685noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187452654187703243.post-34313979774761903902010-11-01T17:45:00.002-04:002010-11-02T01:22:38.223-04:00Mystery Monday - Amos DeHart, Myerstown, PA<b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Mystery Monday - Amos DeHart, my gr-gr-grandfather</span></span></b><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #ffe599;">Some Background</span></span></b></i><br />
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Amos DeHart was my gr-gr-grandfather, residing in and buried in Myerstown, Lebanon County, PA. He married Lovina Schmidt Dieffenbach and they were the parents of two sons, Samuel J. DeHart and my gr-grandfather, Thomas Henry DeHart, known as Henry.<br />
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Amos was born 20 November 1814 in Pennsylvania, and died 10 March 1883 in Myerstown, Lebanon County, Pennsylvania. He is buried (along with his widow Lovina, and son Samuel and Samuel's second wife, Emma) in Old Union Cemetery, Myerstown, PA.<br />
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My first record of Amos is when he appears in the 1850 Federal Census for Myerstown, Lebanon County, PA, as a "30" year old Laborer. Value of Real Estate owned - $1,000. In the same household is Caroline DeHart, aged 17, no relationship status given. At the same address, but enumerated as a separate household are Nicholas Noll, a 38 year old Laborer, his wife and their 4 children (ages 2, 3, 5, and 11). <br />
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By the 1860 Fed Census, Caroline DeHart has disappeared (married?, died? moved elsewhere?) and Amos is now married to Lovina. Samuel is 7 years old, Thomas Henry is 5. They no longer share the same enumerated property with another family. Amos is a Farm Laborer, Real Estate Value $1,600 and Personal Property Valued at $75.<br />
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In the 1870 Fed Census, Amos is listed as a Carpet Weaver, Lovina as "Keeping House" and 18 year old Samuel is an "Apprentice to Carpenter". Henry DeHart is 16 years old. Amos's Real Estate is valued at $1500 and his Personal Property is valued at $200. There are 2 other families also enumerated at this property: Henry Fox "Works In Stone Quarry", Personal Property Valued at $100, his wife and 3 children; and Thomas Achey, a 72 year old farm worker, personal property value $200 and 36 year old Harriet Achey, a dress maker.<br />
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By the 1880 Federal Census, the family is again enumerated as a sole household in the property: Amos, a carpet weaver; Lovina, his wife "Keeping House"; son Samuel "Laborer" and now Samuel's wife, Emma noted as "daughter-in-law" and "Boarder". (Samuel was married twice first to one Emma, who died and then to a second Emma). Henry has married and is living elsewhere.<br />
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Amos DeHart's wife was the former Lovina Dieffenbach, daughter of David Kastnitz Dieffenbach. Lovina's Dieffenbach family contained 3 generations of pipe organ builders and her brother Thomas was the fourth generation to carry on the well known and respected family business. Who was Amos that he could marry into such an old and established family?<br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #ffe599;">The Mystery</span></span></b></i><br />
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My head banging mystery is who were Amos's parents? Where was he prior to 1850? Who was Caroline DeHart? (first wife, sister, cousin, ?)? He didn't just spring as a 30 year old man out of the Swatara Creek like Venus on her clamshell. What was his background? There are Amos DeHarts in Berks County, including one contemporary in Lower Alsace Township who is very close in age to my Amos. Were they cousins? Carpet weaving and farming are common occupations of DeHarts in Eastern Berks County PA. Usually DeHarts in Berks engaged in Farming plus a second occupation. Lebanon County, where I find my Amos DeHart is the county just west of Berks. Myerstown is just over the county line. In all census records, my Amos claims to have been born in Pennsylvania.<br />
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Later generations of my Amos have crossed and recrossed the Berks/Lebanon County line. <br />
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I found a news article from 1955 that discussses an 1832-33 school year records book that belong to a school teacher who taught in Western Berks County. One of the names mentioned in the book is Amos DeHart. Is this MY Amos or a different one? <br />
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Any help, guidance or shining lights would be much appreciated. Please help me crack this brick wall.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr9GHT69JPWZjptd-PHHEMP0xQv7sATH2UOuTjPU4d7SouzEn9rVWBxud7TsI4B-clFpDpdVK13GCyYN_AXDm_HzVNfTMODF5Q2ZqDbTGfkto_3lEhwopvw07Trm32dnqsblQCtoEdF2c/s1600/AncesTreeSprite_sig.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="130" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr9GHT69JPWZjptd-PHHEMP0xQv7sATH2UOuTjPU4d7SouzEn9rVWBxud7TsI4B-clFpDpdVK13GCyYN_AXDm_HzVNfTMODF5Q2ZqDbTGfkto_3lEhwopvw07Trm32dnqsblQCtoEdF2c/s320/AncesTreeSprite_sig.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Karen the AncesTree Spritehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15495134361319153685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187452654187703243.post-80204051968899476622010-10-28T12:58:00.002-04:002010-10-28T13:09:02.527-04:00Wampsville Presbyterian Church<b style="color: #f9cb9c;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">113 years old in 1946</span></b><br />
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My great-great-great grandfather Burton H. Dyer and his older brother Benjamin W. Dyer were two of the original supporters of this church when it was formed. Most early records of the church were lost in a fire. I have been informed that the church has stood empty for several years. It is on the historic register. I've been told the church looks much the same today as it did originally. <br />
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<i>Syracuse (NY) Herald-Journal<br />
Wed. 27 March 1946<br />
Page 3 column 6</i><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Wampsville Church is 113 Years Old</b></span><br />
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Wampsville -- Wampsville Presbyterian Church, situated on a high knoll at the eastern outskirts of the village, will be 113 years old April 9. The Rev. oJhn(sic) R. Kay is the pastor. The society was organized April 9, 1820, or 117 years ago.<br />
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The edifice is one of the oldest in Madison County. The attractive church was the scene of the Syracuse Presbytery meeting a few years ago.<br />
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Actual dates on which the edifice was started are boscure(sic) as records were lost in a fire. The first trustees were Jared N. Avery, James Stewart, and Elisha Cranson. Worship was held in the village school prior to erection of a church.<br />
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The Rev. Hezekiah N. Woodruff was the first pastor, coming in April, 1829, as a supply. Other pastors have been George Nicholls, 1889-93; Frank W. West, 1894-5; John Burkhardt, 1896-1900; Spiko Rederus, 1901-03; D. G. Christmas, 1910-12; Jay N. Taft, 1912-15; John N. Steele, 1915-16; William Phillips, 1917-18; J. H. Nichols, 1918-24; John S. Willbanks, 1925-33; George B. Swinnerton, 1933-40; Paul Conine, 1940-42; Mr. Kay.<br />
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Families supporting the society at the time it was formed include Jared N. Avery, Harvey Cobb, Solomon Klock, James Stewart, Joseph Van Sice, Joseph A. Phillips, Jacob Foland, Alexander D. Stewart, Daniel Van Vleck, Ambrose Hill, William Spencer, Jeremiah, Jacob and Peter D. Cooper, Franklin Johnson, Elisha Cranson, Simon P. New, <b>Benjamin and Burton Dyer</b>, Malachi Gardinier, Ira Thompson, John A. McDougall, John Stewart, Joseph Benedict, Hartwell Johnson, ames(sic) Cooper, Truman Benham, Thomas Loomis, William Ure and Miles Johnson. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Photo by Anita Ingalls</i></span></div> <br />
<i>"This Federalist meeting house is one of the earliest churches in the area.</i>" Cited in <i>Country Roads: Madison County's Heritage: a Resource for the Future"</i> edited by Jennifer G. F. Solms & Paul A. Schoonmaker; published by Madison County Planning Board, Wampsville, New York; July 1976<br />
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<i style="color: #ffe599;">* Many thanks to Anita Ingalls for her input about the current state of this church. Visit Anita's "Madison County, NY" website for a treasure trove of Madison County historic resources. </i><span style="color: #ffe599;"><span style="color: #f6b26b;">http://home.comcast.net/~ingallsam/index.html </span></span><br />
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