Showing posts with label Genealogy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Genealogy. Show all posts

Monday, January 31, 2011

Assumptions Can Be So VERY Wrong!

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

The obvious assumptions made by others seem to have been:

  • Alice and Olie were the same person, transcription errors being the reason for the name difference. (No, they weren't)
  • Not locating the PA divorce records on docket for my father and Alice (sloppy or lazy research)
  • Not searching for an out of state marriage record for my father (Alice never remarried).
  • 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).
  • Assuming that my sister and brother were the offspring of John and Connie, even though my siblings were adults when John and Connie married.

The lesson here is NEVER ASSUME. 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.

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.

FYI, John, Alice, and Connie have all since passed on and I have my mother Olie's permission to dicuss this in this blog.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Wedding Wednesday ...& A Confession

Wedding Wednesday
 Daisy Belle Dyer and Lucas Hammond Kerr


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. 

And A Confession...

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.

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.

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!

Wish me luck and thanks for passing on any tips and tricks you use.

Monday, January 3, 2011

Mystery Monday - Help With Afro-American Man Photo

This photo was found among the belongings of my gr-grandfather's sister, Daisy Belle Dyer, b.1869 d.1945. She married 1) Lucas Kerr, and moved to Crosby, Ontario, Canada where Lucas was the town butcher; and 2) Hilliard Thomas, Smith's Falls, Ontario, Canada. Daisy Dyer was born and raised in Madison County, NY and Daisy and the Dyer family lived a short while in Redwood, Jefferson County, NY where they ran a hotel/boading house in the late 1800s/early 1900s.

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.

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.


Who is this man? And what was his significance to my family that they would have his photo saved?

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!

Thanks,

Sunday, January 2, 2011

2011 - New Year, New Start

The Holidays are over, the New Year's Ball has dropped and the confetti has been swept away. The Mummers have marched through Philadelphia in their annual pilgrimmage of feathers, sequins, and golden slippers once again. The traditional good luck pork & sauerkraut meal has been eaten and leftovers have been neatly tucked away in the fridge. It's 2011.
Me and my great-niece, the newest twig on our tree

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?

Thanks for sticking with me as my adventure continues.


Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Advent Calendar of Christmas Memories Day 1 - The Christmas Tree

When I was growing up in the late 1950s and 1960s, Christmas was a magical time of the year and the centerpiece was our Christmas Tree.

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.

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.

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.

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.

It's funny to realize that the older we get, the more we value tradition.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Tip - Don't Overlook Old Social News

Have you ever tried to piece together who's who in a family? Of course you have! It really gets interesting when the eldest children in family are having grandkids while their younger siblings are still working on cranking out their own babies. Well stop banging your head on the desk in frustration!

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.

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....

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.

I've used my paternal grandmother, Ada M. (DeHart) Yohn as the base person to use in the relationship metric.

News article that appeared in the Reading (Berks County, PA) Eagle, on May 22, 1931
My notes on the Guest List:

Rev. A. R. Bachman - pastor of St. John's Reformed Church, Mt. Aetna, Berks Co., PA, the family church

Miss Maggie Stumbach

Mrs. Lizzie Lightner

Samuel DeHart - brother to my grandmother

Mr. and Mrs. Lewis B. Miller, Philadelphia - sister to my grandmother (Martha)

Mr. and Mrs. John Thomas

Mrs Emma Hoffman and Children, Jacob and Russell - sister to my grandmother

Mrs. Kate Boeshore and daughter Emma, Fredericksburg - sister to my grandmother

Mr. and Mrs. Frank DeHart and daughter Mary - brother to my grandmother

Charles DeHart - brother to my grandmother

Mrs. Ada Yohn and children Floyd, Evelyn, Arline, and Fern - my grandmother and her 4 kids, my Dad wasn't born until December of that year.

Mr. and Mrs. Raymond Bulles and children Elizabeth and Bernice - sister to my grandmother (Lillie)

Mrs. Carrie Sherman, Reading - sister to my grandmother

Mr. and Mrs. Hiram DeHart and children Allen and Alberta - brother to my grandmother

Miss Maggie DeHart - sister to my grandmother

Mr. and Mrs. Lewis DeHart and children Lucille and Curtis - brother to my grandmother

Mr. and Mrs. Henry DeHart, Myerstown - brother to my grandmother

Mr. and Mrs. George DeHart, Lebanon - brother to my grandmother

Mr. and Mrs. Artemus Bulles - nephew to my grandmother,  Raymond and Lillie Bulles's son

Lewis Bear - Carrie Sherman's companion/2nd husband (actually spelled Louis)

Stanley Adams, Reading

William Shimp, Wernersville

Mildred, Eleanor and Lucy Ream. Fredericksburg - My grandmother's sister, Kate Boeshore's granddaughters via daughter Mary E. (Boeshore) Ream

Miss Ethel Balthaser

Rufus Brigel - future husband of Elizabeth Bulles (dau of Raymond and Lillie Bulles)

Mr. and Mrs. Ross Bear, Reading - (related to Louis Bear, but how?)





Friday, November 26, 2010

Funeral Card Friday - Clara Hirst Funeral Bill 1914

Clara (nee Eckard) Hirst was my maternal great-grandmother (my mother's father's mother). She died in her home at 1250 Taney Street in Philadelphia PA on May 30, 1914. Her cause of death was listed as "phthisis pulmonalis", an archaic term used to describe what is now known as tuberculosis and its accompanying wasting disease.Her age at death was 45 years/1 month/22days. She was buried June 2, 1914 at Mt. Peace Cemetery in Philadelphia.

This is a copy of the bill for funeral expenses presented to her widower, Mr. John G. Hirst by the undertaker, Albert Cummings.


June 1st - To furnishing polished oak casket, old silver bar handles, Eng. name plate, cream liberty satin lining, satin pillow & mattress. 85.00

To polished chestnut case copper bound & copper name plate 25.00

To Embalming Remains 10.00
To Paper Notices 5.00
To Blanket 3.00
To Opening Grave, 10 ft. deep 9.00
To Dress & Ladys Services 20.00
To Auto Hearse, Mt. Peace 10.00
To 6 carriages 4.50 (each) 27.00

Recd. Payment 194.00 (my note: paid in full)

Clara Eckard Hirst and the Gravestone she shares with other family members in Mt Peace Cemetery, Philadelphia, PA


Saturday, November 20, 2010

A Memory Conversation Starter

Last year, I gave my then 77 year old mother a gift subscription to Reminisce magazine, published by Reiman Publications (http://www.reminisce.com/). It's a magazine where subcribers submit articles, photos, recipes and share memories of growing up and raising families during the 1920s, 30s, 40, 50s and even the early 1960s. I thought Mom would enjoy reading these strolls down memory lane.

Mom and Me, Christmas 1959

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.

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.

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.

All kinds of snippets came spilling out.

If you are looking for a conversation starter with older family members, I would recommend Reminsice 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.

(Disclosure: I have no connection to Reminisce or to Reiman Publications. I'm just sharing a tip that worked for me.)

Happy Reminiscing!

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Oddball Sunday - I Dreamed A (Genealogy) Dream

Oddball Sunday is a new blog theme of mine. It will encompass anything that is odd, off topic, or just plain doesn't really fit into any of the more traditional Genealogy topic themes. 

I Dreamed A Dream

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. 

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.

Have you ever had genealogy related dreams or nightmares? I know you have...c'mon share them in the comments section!

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Tombstone Tuesday - A Genealogist's Delight!

Tombstone Tuesday - A Family Tree in Stone

Location: Zion Moselem Lutheran Church, Moselem Church Road, Richmond Township, Berks County, PA

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.

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?

 photo by Karen Fox 2010
(Click photo to see enlarged image)

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.

photo by Karen Fox 2010
(Click photo to see enlarged image)

Now why couldn't my gr-gr-grandfather of the brick wall have a stone like this?


Saturday, October 23, 2010

Surname Saturday: My Maternal Philadelphia PA Surnames





My maternal grandfather, Raymond Hirst, was born in Philadelphia Pennsylvania and raised there until the time he joined the military. He married my grandmother, a girl from Upstate New York, and settled in Watertown, Jefferson County, NY to live and raise his family. Raymond died there in 1965 and is buried in North Watertown Cemetery.

I don't know much of Raymond's family, but thanks to Lorraine Altimus, a second cousin who connected with me through Ancestry.com, I have some information to hopefully build upon. I have so much more to learn about this branch of my family.

Davis, Eckard, Esher, Esslinger, Hirst, Regan, Roulston, Steele

Hirst was my grandfather's surname. Eckard (sometimes spelled Eckart), Davis and Steele are in my direct line. The other names are from Raymond's sisters' lines.

If these Philadelphia PA names ring a bell with you, please contact me - we may be related and I'd love to hear from you!

Other comments are always welcome as well :o)

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Surname Saturday - Maternal New England/ NY State

My Maternal New York State & New England 
Ancestry Surnames

See any familiar names here? We may be related!



My mother was born and raised in Upstate New York. Mom's father, Raymond Hirst, was from Philadelphia; her mother, Ethel Dyer, came from a long line of early New England and New York State families. Some members of grandma's family tree crossed the border back and forth to Canada - living at times in US and at other times in Ontario, Canada. These are some of the surnames I've found in my direct line while working on my maternal grandmother's part of my family tree (in alphabetical order):

Barnard, Barrett, Brownell, Burleigh, Carpenter, Claghorn, Crofoot, Dodge, Dyer, Gardiner, Gorham, Greene, Hall, Hamby, Hartwell, Hawes, Hewes,Howland, Hutchinson, Johnson, Marbury, Nichols, Niles, Odding, Sayles, Sherman, Smith, Spink, Spooner, Tilley, Walker,Warner, Williams, Wood


Surnames for my paternal side of my family tree can be found in this earlier blog post: Click Here,


Friday, October 15, 2010

Family Recipe Friday - Apple Pie (Cobbler)

Apple Pie

Even though this is called "Apple Pie" on the recipe card, it is actually a cobbler. This is the first recipe I ever made from scratch about 50 years ago as a young girl. The recipe was from the homemade recipe collection cookbook my mother began when she was a newlywed in 1955. It was typed on an index card, given to her by a former coworker.

6 to 8 medium apples, peeled and sliced
1/2 cup sugar
1 tsp. cinnamon (more if you prefer)
1 large egg
1/2 cup sugar
3/4 cup sifted flour
6 tablespoons melted butter
1 tsp. vanilla
1/2 c. chopped nutmeats (optional)

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Butter a 9" pyrex pie plate. Fill with the peeled and sliced apples. Over the top of the apples, sprinkle with 1/2 cup sugar plus cinnamon mixture.

In a bowl, beat 1 egg. Add 1/2 cup sugar and beat. Add 3/4 cup sifted flour and beat. Add 6 tablespoons of melted butter and 1 tsp. vanilla and beat. Optional - stir in 1/2 cup chopped nutmeats.

Pour and spread the mixture over the top of the fruit. Bake for 50 mins or less, until the top is a nice golden brown.

(drained canned apple slices - NOT apple pie filling - can be substituted for fresh apples in a pinch)

Enjoy!

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Sentimental Sunday - 5 Generations, Same Church

St. John's Church
Mt. Aetna, Berks County, PA

 View of St. John's from the far end of the cemetery
(photo taken 25 September 2010 by Karen Fox)

St. John's Church is a small intimate country church. It was originated as a Protestant Reformed Congregation, and for many years was associated with the United Church of Christ. In 2003,  it elected to become an independent, non-denominational Christian Church. This was the church of my paternal family for five generations.

Buried in the adjoining church cemetery are
  • my gr-gr-grandparents, Nathan and Elizabeth (Achenbach) Gruber
  • my gr-grandparents, T.(Thomas) Henry and Mary E. (Gruber) DeHart
  • my grandparents, Earl L. and Ada M. (DeHart) Yohn
  • my father, John Henry Yohn
  • I  [Karen M. (Yohn) Fox] was baptized as an infant in St. John's Church in 1958.

In addition, many extended family members were baptized, confirmed, married and/or buried at St. John's.

Interior view of St. John's sanctuary taken from rear right corner
(Photo taken 25 September 2010 by Karen Fox)

As a child I have many memories of visiting the cemetery to place flowers on my grandparents' grave (they both passed before I was born). When I'd see a familiar last name or an interesting looking tombstone, I'd always pester my father with questions -  "Who is that? Tell me about them!". He'd do his best, even if it belonged to a stranger. As I grew older, I saw the empty spaces in the cemetery slowly start to fill with relatives I knew and loved - my many gr-aunts and gr-uncles, my own aunts and uncles, my father's cousins, and then my father joined them. Visiting that cemetery is visiting my childhood.

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Friday, October 8, 2010

Family Recipe Friday - Banana Pumpkin Spice Cake

Banana Pumpkin Spice Cake
This is a wonderful moist and tender spice cake that Mom used to make, perfect for crisp fall days.

Be sure to read the recipe first before you make it, so you are sure to have the method for assembling the batter clear before you start. It's not really complicated, but you will need 3 bowls and a coffee cup or small ramekin set out to use in different steps of the recipe before you begin. 

Banana Pumpkin Spice Cake

1/3 cup shortening
1 cup granulated sugar
1 large egg
2 cups all-purpose flour
2 teaspoons baking soda
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon allspice
1/4 teaspoon nutmeg
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/4 cup milk
1/4 teaspoon lemon juice
1/2 cup cooked pumpkin
1/2 cup very ripe bananas, mashed
3/4 cup chopped dates
3/4 cup peach jam
1 cup finely chopped walnuts

In a large bowl, beat the shortening until it is smooth and soft. Gradually add the sugar, mixing thoroughly after each addition. When all the sugar has been added, cream the mixture until it is very smooth. Add the egg and beat thoroughly. In another bowl, sift together the flour, baking soda, cinnamon, allspice, nutmeg and salt. In a coffee cup or ramekin, mix the milk and lemon juice and put in a warm place to sour. In a third bowl, mix the pumpkin and mashed banana, and stir in sour milk. Stir the dry ingredients into the egg mixture alternately with the pumpkin mixture. Stir in the walnuts and dates.

Pour into a well-oiled 9 inch tube pan and bake for one hour in an oven preheated to 350 degreesor until cake tests done. Let cake stand for about 15 minutes and remove it from the pan. When the cake is cool, spread it with the jam. Press the choppped walnuts over the cake.

Gude Essa,
~ Karen the AncesTree Sprite

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Wednesday's Child - Dyer Infants

Dyer Infant Boys
Died Four Months Apart in 1851
Redwood Cemetery
Oneida, Madison County, NY

These two older graves sit by themselves to the left and behind the adults in the Dyer/Tuttle Family plot. Burton H. Dyer was my gr-gr-gr-grandfather and he  and his wife are also buried in Redwood Cemetery to the front of the boys.

(original photo taken by Polly Held)

The stone to the left is inscribed:
William J. Dyer
 Died
 August 24, 1851
 Aged 3 yrs & 9 mos
 Son of
 Burton H. Dyer

The stone to the right is inscribed:
Little G A R Dyer
 Died
 April 11, 1851
 Infant Son of
Burton H. Dyer
[Note: the photographer guessed at the G A R as it was almost illegible]


~ Karen the AncesTree Sprite 

Thanks Polly for your act of genealogical kindness. 
 

Monday, October 4, 2010

Mystery Monday - Recipe for Chicken Dodger?

Mystery Monday
What Is "the chicken you call dodger"???
 
My gr-gr-grandmother Clarissa Jannett (Sherman) Dyer Knowlton was twice a widow. From 1926 to her death in 1931, she lived with her daughter, Cordelia Rebecca (Dyer) Patten (known as "Codie") and Cordelia's husband Melvin Patten, in Williamsville, Erie County, NY.


Sometime during this period, Clarissa wrote an undated letter to her other daughter, Daisy Belle (Dyer) Kerr, who lived in  Crosby, Leeds, Ontario, Canada. In the letter, Clarissa tells Daisy about their evening meal:
 
"We had the chicken you called dodger for dinner with mashed potato, turnip cabage salad and all fixings."

Does anyone know what "the chicken you call dodger" might be? Any clue as to how to make it? 

Any input, suggestions, or guesses would be much appreciated.

Curiously,
~ Karen the AncesTree Sprite

Friday, October 1, 2010

Family Recipe Friday - Hickory Nut Cake

(Annie Adam original handwritten recipe collection held by Karen Fox)

My step-grandmother (Mom's second hubby's mother) was a real Pennsylvania Dutch farm wife. Nana, as we called her, was a "wunnerful goot" cook and she was well known for her baked goods.This was one of my favorite cakes that she used to bake. I was a young adult when Mom remarried, but Nana and Pop-pop Adam always treated us kids as if we had always been among their own grandchildren. 

Nana's written recipes usually consisted of just an ingredients list, she didn't need instructions on how to make something beyond that. The directions in this recipe came from me following her around while she baked one of these and jotting down my own notes.

Hickory Nut Cake
(from the collection of the late Annie Adam 1918-1982)

Note: If hickory nuts are not easily available to you, this recipe is also quite good using black walnuts as a substitute.

1/2 cup sugar
1 egg
a lump of butter the size of a walnut
1 cup milk
2-1/2 cups flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
1 cup of chopped hickory nuts

Mix together in a bowl all the ingredients except the chopped nuts. When smooth, stir in the nuts. Bake at 350 degrees in 2 nine inch greased & floured cake pans or one 9" x 13" greased & floured pan for approx. 25-30 mins or until tester comes out clean.

After cooling, Nana would usually frost the cake with a vanilla buttercream or cream cheese frosting.

Enjoy!

Missing you Nana,
~Karen the AncesTree Sprite

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Treasure Chest Thursday – Great Grandma's Ring

It wasn't fancy or flashy. Just a small rose cut dark reddish-purple amethyst solitaire set in a simple rose gold band. My mother would show it to me from time to time when I was little and tell me that when I was older, it would be mine to wear.

The ring had belonged to Mom's maternal grandmother, Olie Lillian (Warner) Dyer of Wampsville, Madison County, and later Carthage, then Watertown, both in Jefferson County, New York. It had been given to Olie (pronounced OH-lee) when she was in her mid teens. No one knows if it was new when she received it or if the ring had been handed down to her from another relative. Amethyst was Olie's birthstone.

Olie had nine children who lived to adulthood, and more grandchildren than I've been able to determine. But she and my mother shared a special bond. You see, my mother was born on Olie's birthday and was named after her. When my mother turned sixteen, Olie pased her amethyst ring on to Mom, who wore it with pride, only eventually replacing it with her own engagement and wedding rings. At that time, Mom put the ring anyway for safekeeping to one day pass to her daughter.

On my 16th birthday, I unwrapped a small gift and there was gr-grandma's ring! It wasn't my birthstone, but I loved that ring and the connection to the past it had for me. I wore it with such pride.

Sadly, the ring is long gone and I don't have a photo to share of it. In high school, I participated in band, and part of our performance uniform was the wearing of white gloves. One day, I had a new pair of white gloves and to my chagrin, I realized at the last moment the gloves would not fit over the ring – the stone sat too high. I slipped off the ring and quietly stashed it inside the mouthpiece compartment of my instrument case. When I returned from the performance, I discovered the ring missing from my case – never to be seen again by me or my family.

Twenty four years later, I still think of that ring and wish I could go back in time to leave the ring at home that evening. 

*insert wistful sigh here*

~ Karen the AnceTree Sprite

Monday, September 20, 2010

Pennsylvania Pioneers (My Father's Folk)

I'm going to get this blog ball rolling by introducing surnames from my father's side of the family tree. My father came from a long line of Pennsylvania Dutch (German) folks. These were the early immigrants from the Palatine region of Germany that arrived at either the Port of Philadelphia in Pennsylvania or who migrated south from the Schoharie Settlement in NY to the Tulpehocken Valley in western Berks County PA in the 1700s and early 1800s.
My father's ancestors never ventured farther west from the Port of Philadelphia than western Berks/eastern Lebanon Counties in Pennsylvania - less than 90 miles distance in over 260 years. I myself was born, raised and have always lived in Berks County. My roots run deep here.  

Stories from my searches will follow in later posts to this blog, but for now here are Pennsylvania surnames I've found in my father's side of my family tree (in alphabetical order):

Achenbach   Albright   Betz  Bickel  Christler  Closs  DeHart  Dengler  Dieffenbach  Fronfelt/Fronefield  Gehris   Gernandt  Gruber  Heydt  Hiester   Imbody   Jauss  Kastnitz  Kobel  Krauss  Lieb  Mather  Muthard  Neiman  Reigner   Schmidt  Smeltzer  Strunk  Yohn/Yahn/Jahn 


Could you be a long lost distant cousin?

~ Karen the AncesTree Sprite