tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15756389144372093912024-02-07T16:59:12.868-08:00The Sun Never Sets on a Melting PotMaureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11464999602457887751noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575638914437209391.post-19221594792878253232023-10-22T16:53:00.005-07:002023-10-22T16:53:59.979-07:00No coincidences!I've written multiple times about coincidences and serendipity, which frankly, I don't believe in. I know these wonderful events happen for a reason - a glance in just the right direction, opening a book to just the right place, a person in the right place at the right time.
That happened during my recent fall break, when I went with my friend Sue to Massachusetts, where we wallowed in history, including some family history. We drove down to Plymouth to find the final resting place of her ancestor the Reverend Chandler Robbins (1738-1799), who was interred with his wife Jane (Prince) in Plymouth's Burial Hill Cemetery. The cemetery itself is chock full of history - it was the location of the first fort the Pilgrims built, as it gives a spectacular prospect out over Plymouth in every direction.
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As we drove up the hill to the cemetery, we noticed a beautiful stone church adjacent to the cemetery. Sue wondered aloud if we could take a peek inside, and I hoped so too!
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As we turned right to find a parking place, Sue decided to drive around the block behind the cemetery, but as it was a one way street, we had to just drive around the other way and come in by the church again. As we parked in front of an old black pickup truck, Sue went to conquer the parking meter app and I looked around. A gentleman came running up from the church shouting "You're not going to give me a ticket, ah ya?" (accent included). No, I reassured him, we weren't the meter maids, we were just trying to take care of paying the meter. He and I got to chatting, and I mentioned my grandmother was born in Plymouth, her name was Mary Guidetti. "Oh," he said, "she must have worked for the Plymouth Cordage Company!" Impressed by his knowledge of Plymouth history, I told him that she didn't, but her father and uncles did. Then he told us he had been a firefighter in Dedham, Mass. Dedham? Well, didn't I have several generations of family who lived in Dedham? I told him so and mentioned Wenz and Vautrinot. His jaw dropped and he grabbed my arm. "Mary Wenz?!? I LOVED Mary Wenz! She WAS the American Legion!!" Mary Wenz was my Mom's first cousin - their fathers were brothers. And after speaking for a few minutes, he had me talked into donating Mary's father's photo album to the Dedham Historical Society.
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Philip Wenz fought in World War One and was invited back by the town in France they had liberated. Phil was a photographer and labeled the photographs very carefully. I have always wanted it to go to a good home where it can do some good.
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As it turns out, Nick is also involved in the refurbishing of the beautiful old stone church, the First Parish Church. The building we saw is the fifth church built on the site, the first constructed in 1648 (the original fort on Burial Hill was also their first gathering place for church services). So, we not only got that peek, we got the cook's tour!
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Inside the foyer was a plaque commemorating the ministers of the First Parish Church from 1606 to 1922. Included in the list was Sue's ancestor Chandler Robbins!
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Coincidence? Serendipity? You be the judge...Maureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11464999602457887751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575638914437209391.post-91219676144121307862023-09-17T13:32:00.000-07:002023-09-17T13:32:36.957-07:00Unintended Consequences<p> I've said it before - there are no coincidences in family history! So here is part one of a continuing saga of my Italian ancestors:</p><p>A few years ago, as I was serving in our church's temple in Atlanta, Georgia, I felt, rather than heard, my late grandmother say: "What have you done for my people?" (And that's exactly how she would have said that!) Well, Italian research is not easy. Although Italian culture stretches back thousands of years, Italy as a nation was not unified until 1861. Before that time, records are primarily found in the Catholic Church. I did have a great deal of success back in the late 1970s by writing to the local mayor in Cento, in the Province of Ferrara. But beyond that, I haven't researched much more than that. On paper, my surnames from Italy are: Guidetti, Fortini, Tassinari, Campana and Tosi. So I set that thought on the back burner and continued research on the other branches of our family's tree.</p><p>Just after last Christmas last year, I came across an envelope of my Gramie's newspaper clippings. As I sorted through them to determine their genealogical value, I found the obituary of her first cousin's husband, Humbert Pirani. He married Lucy Guidetti, daughter of Umberto and Louisa (Ardizzoni) Guidetti. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAjme-Vl91gFpcdqffxJGSqlw9AuEB3sCKwEygW61iuQjIOSzLRBIWEX-6rB8Wudq4-mwIbCwVKp3QCMbjiCyN3tLArSsPU-SwlzbND4DX6VCVOOKUparGa6X2pCMDt1zidr6mvkompPk_Rgo1WzvU9_NbEKdyjje4qJsmyZeTA3e9YstPl5082O3fsAbA/s3016/img848.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3016" data-original-width="1516" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAjme-Vl91gFpcdqffxJGSqlw9AuEB3sCKwEygW61iuQjIOSzLRBIWEX-6rB8Wudq4-mwIbCwVKp3QCMbjiCyN3tLArSsPU-SwlzbND4DX6VCVOOKUparGa6X2pCMDt1zidr6mvkompPk_Rgo1WzvU9_NbEKdyjje4qJsmyZeTA3e9YstPl5082O3fsAbA/s320/img848.jpg" width="161" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>I added Humbert to my familysearch tree, and as I usually do with new relatives, added him to my ancestry tree as well. Boy, did that make the green leaves bloom! I finally created a separate tree in ancestry just for Humbert and his family. Now I have over 2,000 names in that tree!</p><p>A few interesting developments have come from building Humbert's family tree:</p><p></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>There are many other surnames in my DNA match list beyond the names on my paper tree, and many appear in the Pirani tree: Balboni, Breveglieri, Tangerini, Cavicchi, Gallerani, Ferrari, Pacheco and Barbieri. </li><li>One of my great-grandmother's brother came to Massachusetts, a previously unknown fact.</li><li>Often on pages of documents relating to the Pirani tree, I would find names from my own tree. Now to connect the dots and see how they relate to me.</li><li>One of my best friends in high school was Donna Marzilli. That name shows up in the Pirani tree.</li><li>I have a good friend whose last name is St. Onge. He's from Haverhill, MA. Some of Humbert's relatives married St. Onges.</li><li>Recently I was given the wedding guest book of my great-aunt's wedding in 1937. Helen Dorothy Smith was my grandfather Edmund Smith's sister. She married Amerigo James Guidetti. His sister Mary married Edmund. Confused yet? But in the wedding guest book I found more linked surnames from the Pirani tree: Gallerani, Ferrari, Baldi, Malaguti, Alberghini and Bergonzoni.</li><li>I've always known that Ferruccio Lamborghini was also born in Cento. Now the Lamborghini name appears in the Pirani tree ten times!</li></ul><div>One of the best things about this research has been learning more about my own Italian ancestors. It seems that the vast majority of the Italian immigrants who came to Plymouth as my great-grandparents did worked for the Plymouth Cordage Company. I was able to visit the museum at the former building while we were in Massachusetts last summer. I learned how it was that so many of the people from the Province of Ferrara came to Plymouth. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQZyt4PIblLijuRFKIdOpN6Jpr53v2vAoXGxdCAHREnblxgNpJr7L769aqcbiXL7dB9RIxOD-OqZ_Z3N42VJTVYVDdXvmHTH2n5CFfaJsocqya_JmC0RA-iZI1KbEckx3PzGX6rQ7Z1tT0goxhPgbqe9IF5y25oJT_xGLPIgQtO0jrthNuWs3K0f2cy99j/s4080/PXL_20230706_170904112.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3072" data-original-width="4080" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQZyt4PIblLijuRFKIdOpN6Jpr53v2vAoXGxdCAHREnblxgNpJr7L769aqcbiXL7dB9RIxOD-OqZ_Z3N42VJTVYVDdXvmHTH2n5CFfaJsocqya_JmC0RA-iZI1KbEckx3PzGX6rQ7Z1tT0goxhPgbqe9IF5y25oJT_xGLPIgQtO0jrthNuWs3K0f2cy99j/w279-h210/PXL_20230706_170904112.jpg" width="279" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnaI5JxZ8VYNqpc9CYTMrKsdu3Ia-bVARnhd0WFWdDW_Kxfug4ZcIsLESncnQRuZkGJy3iJ38uIWsY4uHNABd2pCfPorAcMoC2bl7gKOl6Qxc4r9XIR_HMXAUcCDUN8bUNGTJcCDCFzWh7Sy4-yNVCcyf1NxYrZDNmgVLvQ8CLA8s-0lKkpwPbsO-uDY-U/s4080/PXL_20230706_142953662.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3072" data-original-width="4080" height="221" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnaI5JxZ8VYNqpc9CYTMrKsdu3Ia-bVARnhd0WFWdDW_Kxfug4ZcIsLESncnQRuZkGJy3iJ38uIWsY4uHNABd2pCfPorAcMoC2bl7gKOl6Qxc4r9XIR_HMXAUcCDUN8bUNGTJcCDCFzWh7Sy4-yNVCcyf1NxYrZDNmgVLvQ8CLA8s-0lKkpwPbsO-uDY-U/w293-h221/PXL_20230706_142953662.jpg" width="293" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>So like Forrest Gump's box of chocolates, you never know what you're going to get! Stay tuned...</div><p></p><p><br /></p>Maureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11464999602457887751noreply@blogger.com0Plymouth, MA, USA41.9584457 -70.66726218.959696279016157 -105.8235121 74.95719512098384 -35.5110121tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575638914437209391.post-10650069102728679462022-01-09T14:37:00.004-08:002023-03-03T15:25:58.264-08:00What are the odds? <p> <span style="font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">I love cemeteries! Any cemetery will do, but mostly the old ones. My mother calls them open air museums. And she should know, as she served for several years as the Commissioner of Cemeteries for the State of Rhode Island. She even made the New York Times! https://www.nytimes.com/2007/04/29/us/29land.html</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">So on a recent visit to my home state of Massachusetts, my husband and I made a point of visiting Mount Auburn Cemetery in Massachusetts. Mount Auburn is significant because it was the first designed garden cemetery in the United States, different from a church graveyard. It is also significant as the final resting place of historical figures as Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Edwin Land, Julia Ward Howe, Arthur Schlesinger Jr, Robert Gould Shaw, Winslow Homer, Oliver Wendell Holmes, Fannie Farmer, Williamina Stevens Fleming, Nathaniel Bowditch, Charles Sumner, Charles Bulfinch, Dorothea Dix and Doc Edgerton, to name a few. (If you don’t know who these folks are, it would be worth your while to learn). </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj6QgFHnfg2BgBaxBb9GQCstDqV2axFnUFdoUNQVMQv4tNSNfSidtE_38qylim-ZY5BuOgk0ib9im_5EBxQE3GPbEuAdjjArcdCRbiEj7L1jIpWZ0XUuv6M-aNpPP0NVizU_m1ALoDp9scRKfVUDVco9Q_X2yYgSbxJbA_Gk4tmYYc1K7ysK8gL0cIR5A=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj6QgFHnfg2BgBaxBb9GQCstDqV2axFnUFdoUNQVMQv4tNSNfSidtE_38qylim-ZY5BuOgk0ib9im_5EBxQE3GPbEuAdjjArcdCRbiEj7L1jIpWZ0XUuv6M-aNpPP0NVizU_m1ALoDp9scRKfVUDVco9Q_X2yYgSbxJbA_Gk4tmYYc1K7ysK8gL0cIR5A=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The view from the Longfellow family plot.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjW0tMQkGpUxKZKkmdC73sgGS4qJwQU1V9VdiCKCmoz4FGvUaq0Z4INSLW-J8zrU5n6TbEY2nslDkkO4HTPDtCwLT5nhGTW3m3jMbrA1718yGb0Py89EEvcNYd1ItffVZjD-nrXhmxYyYG2fiaTVJ7jmHXEZKJXsbjcFlOoC_7berkUZH-AI--Lfad-Uw=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjW0tMQkGpUxKZKkmdC73sgGS4qJwQU1V9VdiCKCmoz4FGvUaq0Z4INSLW-J8zrU5n6TbEY2nslDkkO4HTPDtCwLT5nhGTW3m3jMbrA1718yGb0Py89EEvcNYd1ItffVZjD-nrXhmxYyYG2fiaTVJ7jmHXEZKJXsbjcFlOoC_7berkUZH-AI--Lfad-Uw=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nathaniel Bowditch, considered the father of modern maritime navigation.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh9Cp8hxpWxKVhMydu4SuWvpiSYZrh6iY5ISZZI-bMs39FvYHdp1n5z2pAeWvsRB9pwL4iM7Trcu2QdJ44t9jp2OSAfzIdQdfjkpRe8JrUeT_VS-9TRtlGemfw9n7R-_mvmxvvCn66dkhiRBt4Vipa_J2RiQyrHAh_Aq9nw9GGyHE-xb-pmJqwwmcu4EA=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh9Cp8hxpWxKVhMydu4SuWvpiSYZrh6iY5ISZZI-bMs39FvYHdp1n5z2pAeWvsRB9pwL4iM7Trcu2QdJ44t9jp2OSAfzIdQdfjkpRe8JrUeT_VS-9TRtlGemfw9n7R-_mvmxvvCn66dkhiRBt4Vipa_J2RiQyrHAh_Aq9nw9GGyHE-xb-pmJqwwmcu4EA=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Boston skyline from one of the hills at Mount Auburn.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiDgjdje6_bqe-4KdcMHAWOQbUu5s6pzyO6FB0uiiTfo8T9nLU3WyiUwFVetNwaWfonjV6x95piC4R4GUErVFhm_zQxwZu679kuFNFZGaVqmypj8_Oc5UFuw7hspBkyxG_4twh-JNGKaGoEFQ16sBMNjNy3yjbAmf17NFNa6tZ3sfuuHtpc2HgzVYqKvA=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiDgjdje6_bqe-4KdcMHAWOQbUu5s6pzyO6FB0uiiTfo8T9nLU3WyiUwFVetNwaWfonjV6x95piC4R4GUErVFhm_zQxwZu679kuFNFZGaVqmypj8_Oc5UFuw7hspBkyxG_4twh-JNGKaGoEFQ16sBMNjNy3yjbAmf17NFNa6tZ3sfuuHtpc2HgzVYqKvA=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Commemorative monument to Union soldiers who lost their lives in the Civil War.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-bea7a63b-7fff-e10f-b5de-42a703978adf"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mount Auburn is a beautiful spot, covered in trees and shrubs and laid out in a leisurely manner that invites wandering. After Mount Auburn, we decided to visit another cemetery on the way back to my brother’s in Belmont, a suburb of Boston, appropriately named Belmont Cemetery. We had no particular connection to the cemetery other than it was on the way back. There were a few findagrave photo requests that I could search for. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">When I get to a cemetery like that, I like to find the oldest section. There in Belmont, I found the surname Trenholm, which I recognized from my husband’s family tree, with burials that dated back to 1858. His Trenholms came from Yorkshire, England to Nova Scotia. Further descendants migrated west to Ontario and then into Michigan. But why not? So I photographed all the Trenholms I found. </span></p><div><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjDp7VfiDAfP7MqBYqTaiDHNZPYS7VHrdFszoFkQwO4-6B6_MijTyE-yOOmDFQI7kyzqe1_qmxqcCoPcoOjQ3tZrQofD-ZybsVH0doQSkHqXF_WQA8fZR4CxUJ5AcPYlgV85MDEM1jpaLQg_IsfXPvehlZvGHNlAyi-NGhiGdtEoxQidJ7eGfD-LkSzMA=s333" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="333" data-original-width="250" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjDp7VfiDAfP7MqBYqTaiDHNZPYS7VHrdFszoFkQwO4-6B6_MijTyE-yOOmDFQI7kyzqe1_qmxqcCoPcoOjQ3tZrQofD-ZybsVH0doQSkHqXF_WQA8fZR4CxUJ5AcPYlgV85MDEM1jpaLQg_IsfXPvehlZvGHNlAyi-NGhiGdtEoxQidJ7eGfD-LkSzMA=s320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhhWSWugpkdYVYkA4uJgigOrvEeK0HNKV1nGAjJsItIpQHqLyb4rlkGsM8bOBV9RPIXcNkU4gkLe6jSFU3TyMMdIMFpLrTvVMM5nCCnsvvsF9N0JRoGRWD4_16p7re-dgGq89IsLgUpFfSey1gkr8hyErWGW6FxrSOQshYfLverLaN6Kyc7MpWFy1F3PA=s3264" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhhWSWugpkdYVYkA4uJgigOrvEeK0HNKV1nGAjJsItIpQHqLyb4rlkGsM8bOBV9RPIXcNkU4gkLe6jSFU3TyMMdIMFpLrTvVMM5nCCnsvvsF9N0JRoGRWD4_16p7re-dgGq89IsLgUpFfSey1gkr8hyErWGW6FxrSOQshYfLverLaN6Kyc7MpWFy1F3PA=s320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">While posting the photos to findagrave, I also checked to see if the family was on familysearch, and indeed it was, but only partly. Some folks were missing, and there were duplicates as well. While I was putting it all together, I decided to check to see if there was a relationship between these Massachusetts Trenholms and my husband’s family. Indeed there is - George Willard Trenholm, the father of the family buried in Belmont, was a sister to Mary Trenholm, who married Thomas Keillor Jr. Apparently this branch of the family migrated from Nova Scotia to Boston. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">What are the odds? There is nothing coincidental in family history. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj8PiJVmbv0kuxm6Fx7n0T-huwZz4CFaUKf_uK8GhoyedM5_U3rN4sLsvg4mW84ackDgcmWS7TXT6AHxycgo80d0zH9YOsPeszFt-hi7L5GzhMo8d8hj8XK6Tl_yusEtXw3IAGYmYGlZtZKC2UeR0jjiYkvBatyoDwOIyVmrTyNaol6MsaOwzuQOD4q3g=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj8PiJVmbv0kuxm6Fx7n0T-huwZz4CFaUKf_uK8GhoyedM5_U3rN4sLsvg4mW84ackDgcmWS7TXT6AHxycgo80d0zH9YOsPeszFt-hi7L5GzhMo8d8hj8XK6Tl_yusEtXw3IAGYmYGlZtZKC2UeR0jjiYkvBatyoDwOIyVmrTyNaol6MsaOwzuQOD4q3g=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Belmont Cemetery is a beautiful spot and is well cared for. </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span></p></span></div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Maureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11464999602457887751noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575638914437209391.post-33943284383240799492021-04-18T17:33:00.003-07:002021-04-18T17:33:52.638-07:00Car Talk with Ed Smith<p> <span style="font-size: 12pt;">Now in my 60s, I've experienced cleaning out the homes of two of our parents. It has certainly taught me a lesson or two about what should be kept and what should be tossed! But in going through my dad's voluminous papers, some things of historical interest have come to light.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan;"><span lang="en-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">No doubt, Ed was a car guy. But it is clear that he came by it honestly: <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizVXpROCW0tc_m9zWqtDkWfIowzMVrnMjihrlhqn_e_ubF2n1mKLt8R34RtoKGBYvI6bpnSBeYGAtmaJUbBglc-Ca2pQnDs_sd_qCpD96FaEH9EGpPDC2e6R3ZbDyK9z1w6NPK7Kmkw4r-/s2048/img001.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1635" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizVXpROCW0tc_m9zWqtDkWfIowzMVrnMjihrlhqn_e_ubF2n1mKLt8R34RtoKGBYvI6bpnSBeYGAtmaJUbBglc-Ca2pQnDs_sd_qCpD96FaEH9EGpPDC2e6R3ZbDyK9z1w6NPK7Kmkw4r-/w318-h400/img001.jpg" width="318" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRIb2Ilw499mnovwzYktgDLCcXTb5sny-1oYH3n9qyrQj01XDOGTkQD1lp6Qdpr3-bmnFpyB09eVH5WhUrcSF7q0An-r4nNMfXFZRmIIPKy7epNOGMJu9ZQLEvPW4sRnC1RsN-Y8c5qvAk/s1380/img002.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1380" data-original-width="948" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRIb2Ilw499mnovwzYktgDLCcXTb5sny-1oYH3n9qyrQj01XDOGTkQD1lp6Qdpr3-bmnFpyB09eVH5WhUrcSF7q0An-r4nNMfXFZRmIIPKy7epNOGMJu9ZQLEvPW4sRnC1RsN-Y8c5qvAk/w275-h400/img002.jpg" width="275" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8pt; text-align: left;"><span lang="en-US" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;">Left, above: Ed's father, Edd (with two “d”s) on the right and his brother Bernard on the left on the running board of Edd's Model A. Right, above: <o:p></o:p></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Ed's Aunt Agnes, Edd & Bernard's baby sister. On the back is written "Sept 16, 1958, Agnes in her new caddy"</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8pt; text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2sFrRFvQFdNYLkAvjkKEJKGpO_Vd0i_Q8-b5yDJ-6qC52V_HJXApddQcsUard4es-O-p0IKy1Nl5FLwVRIE3iDGjHBusXV2Vg5Gx25NkpDnJYMJGZj_ld5iidqdRUd5J0m1KWOXsCkEGy/s1482/img003.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1482" data-original-width="1482" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2sFrRFvQFdNYLkAvjkKEJKGpO_Vd0i_Q8-b5yDJ-6qC52V_HJXApddQcsUard4es-O-p0IKy1Nl5FLwVRIE3iDGjHBusXV2Vg5Gx25NkpDnJYMJGZj_ld5iidqdRUd5J0m1KWOXsCkEGy/w400-h400/img003.jpg" width="400" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCw-z-7VgN-KSTt5BOnFFzJg8KLYFZYuGs_douuf8hiKqHSeBQXbYCJSIqnmsoUY0EGNwrbeGhxBUQqLTsH6wuwyaLY4nnoLRKPVRWOvZE9w2LDvcuknVOMhFkWp2-c6FU341b0MG51mwG/s1482/img007.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1482" data-original-width="1043" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCw-z-7VgN-KSTt5BOnFFzJg8KLYFZYuGs_douuf8hiKqHSeBQXbYCJSIqnmsoUY0EGNwrbeGhxBUQqLTsH6wuwyaLY4nnoLRKPVRWOvZE9w2LDvcuknVOMhFkWp2-c6FU341b0MG51mwG/w282-h400/img007.jpg" width="282" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8pt; text-align: left;"><span lang="en-US" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;">As he would have been 18 in 1953, this is probably not his first driver’s license, especially since he registered this 1947 Ford a few days earlier. If you look closely at the license plate on the picture below you can see that this is the tan Ford Club Coupe. It’s parked in front of his parents’ home at 14 Robert Ave, in Whitman, MA. It must have been a challenge to drive that in the snow, as Robert Ave was on a steep hill!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8pt; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu7fH7i8lQxwOaZYimK8z4cx93rrr_kgDP3GCWDJeiVvVgkd0OzNh1ZchChf6nIQ13_THaX0TYW8O4JnH6TUeesfNiUZluWuhyhswXUOqEkDFXDPYsOjTadpymDd6I_fZCZg-9GQ7sISnN/s941/img006.jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="935" data-original-width="941" height="397" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu7fH7i8lQxwOaZYimK8z4cx93rrr_kgDP3GCWDJeiVvVgkd0OzNh1ZchChf6nIQ13_THaX0TYW8O4JnH6TUeesfNiUZluWuhyhswXUOqEkDFXDPYsOjTadpymDd6I_fZCZg-9GQ7sISnN/w400-h397/img006.jpg" width="400" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz3ALyjQIqKUPNuLD23tnu7-KxqpYv7FJqtAzSsYxlKROammHcshrVomaL769rtN6FXZwI4PBpmTavKsHmMpvGp6iFi3w-H4hM9PYOde94J-dDuUo47l1ohMEcy5CBi19bYD_Gu_pkdKZf/s876/img004.jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="876" height="329" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz3ALyjQIqKUPNuLD23tnu7-KxqpYv7FJqtAzSsYxlKROammHcshrVomaL769rtN6FXZwI4PBpmTavKsHmMpvGp6iFi3w-H4hM9PYOde94J-dDuUo47l1ohMEcy5CBi19bYD_Gu_pkdKZf/w400-h329/img004.jpg" width="400" /></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvkm1sHb_l-Q4MmqmrrD938Xk3od1C0tGAbTd1SRiCrcGwomHFKb20QPF4yTFb5xdPiUrfb6FHtaTKXOZusePJqP6SZhOasCu-Q11hgNH_bZTZslw46w26qmnq-BVd0Y-uwe8cgKb0gVl2/s941/img006.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="en-US"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSHyZYvWP2IPXWQhG4dsFuZf2JcgufY1xNXB69bAGkscpVUgCulme3Cz8rCcLHy7EZlO7jj4CkdGOVsJI7ckA8RN54FaksaQcx5O45JdV40KhMZFmxz8_VJ_vmf4QM1OXTPO8czrbx9Mv7/s2048/img009.jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="2048" height="395" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSHyZYvWP2IPXWQhG4dsFuZf2JcgufY1xNXB69bAGkscpVUgCulme3Cz8rCcLHy7EZlO7jj4CkdGOVsJI7ckA8RN54FaksaQcx5O45JdV40KhMZFmxz8_VJ_vmf4QM1OXTPO8czrbx9Mv7/w400-h395/img009.jpg" width="400" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWAAFCGB1Do40-q79RSZHgVDc1YO15W_LN7C-mxyfkFFlkJbWfbb80emgIhu9Q_QnvOFSFZ_yhZrnJmGGsk4Gr_WdcpZe6iH0z1xV3gdTxgpMdsnwI6VExC7GRVLfeo6AnfuxQNcz5_mmA/s2637/img008.jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2637" data-original-width="1192" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWAAFCGB1Do40-q79RSZHgVDc1YO15W_LN7C-mxyfkFFlkJbWfbb80emgIhu9Q_QnvOFSFZ_yhZrnJmGGsk4Gr_WdcpZe6iH0z1xV3gdTxgpMdsnwI6VExC7GRVLfeo6AnfuxQNcz5_mmA/s320/img008.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan;"><span lang="en-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">
</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;">In 1953, he paid $695 to Jesse James Motors in Whitman and then paid $3.50 to the State of Massachusetts to register it. </span></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihORjp3WVl0eb7qGR_-NZwehFM9NGEMwqKUFE5iQP2CSYU8Aqlh4AXpN7_UnQjdigLhDtU80X-XAHDm7nA5u2Mt5RAEANPnMJGMyeYgnD-UyYaffwya1EdZZWjxutQqjsjQjg7O6o-Gy25/s2048/img016.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1396" data-original-width="2048" height="272" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihORjp3WVl0eb7qGR_-NZwehFM9NGEMwqKUFE5iQP2CSYU8Aqlh4AXpN7_UnQjdigLhDtU80X-XAHDm7nA5u2Mt5RAEANPnMJGMyeYgnD-UyYaffwya1EdZZWjxutQqjsjQjg7O6o-Gy25/w400-h272/img016.jpg" width="400" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5fejWdJBcdT_8LZp4k-WyeUQOcMW-BRZwz0VxVnITKgY3GZX7TkeCLdS7xncudDEUFL13AoOjbCHfzFsppj17HLy3av4elvQr8O5tjL_7qtOVWbkZMoAh9Prj_tpZvoegSyB5oiXwc2Gw/s272/Sagamore+map.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="203" data-original-width="272" height="299" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5fejWdJBcdT_8LZp4k-WyeUQOcMW-BRZwz0VxVnITKgY3GZX7TkeCLdS7xncudDEUFL13AoOjbCHfzFsppj17HLy3av4elvQr8O5tjL_7qtOVWbkZMoAh9Prj_tpZvoegSyB5oiXwc2Gw/w400-h299/Sagamore+map.png" width="400" /><span> </span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihORjp3WVl0eb7qGR_-NZwehFM9NGEMwqKUFE5iQP2CSYU8Aqlh4AXpN7_UnQjdigLhDtU80X-XAHDm7nA5u2Mt5RAEANPnMJGMyeYgnD-UyYaffwya1EdZZWjxutQqjsjQjg7O6o-Gy25/s2048/img016.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihORjp3WVl0eb7qGR_-NZwehFM9NGEMwqKUFE5iQP2CSYU8Aqlh4AXpN7_UnQjdigLhDtU80X-XAHDm7nA5u2Mt5RAEANPnMJGMyeYgnD-UyYaffwya1EdZZWjxutQqjsjQjg7O6o-Gy25/s2048/img016.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihORjp3WVl0eb7qGR_-NZwehFM9NGEMwqKUFE5iQP2CSYU8Aqlh4AXpN7_UnQjdigLhDtU80X-XAHDm7nA5u2Mt5RAEANPnMJGMyeYgnD-UyYaffwya1EdZZWjxutQqjsjQjg7O6o-Gy25/s2048/img016.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihORjp3WVl0eb7qGR_-NZwehFM9NGEMwqKUFE5iQP2CSYU8Aqlh4AXpN7_UnQjdigLhDtU80X-XAHDm7nA5u2Mt5RAEANPnMJGMyeYgnD-UyYaffwya1EdZZWjxutQqjsjQjg7O6o-Gy25/s2048/img016.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none;"><span lang="en-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt; language: en-US; line-height: 119%; mso-ansi-language: en-US; mso-arabic-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-armenian-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-currency-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-cyrillic-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-default-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-greek-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hebrew-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-latin-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-latinext-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-ligatures: none;">Other than the three registrations below, I have not located any paperwork on the vehicle shown above, but it’s probably his “Hawaiian Bronze” 1951 Ford Victoria Coupe. My<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Uncle Kevin recalls: “I remember when and where this was taken...the ‘scenic’ highway from the Sagamore bridge to the Bourne bridge, there's a place you can pull off the road to take pictures etc... if you look closely, that's Gramie and me (Kevin) in the back seat. You can't really make me out, but it must be since I remember being there.” Standing on the left is my Grampa Edd Smith and on the right is Johnny “Doc” Bucken, a family friend. </span><span lang="en-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt; language: en-US; line-height: 119%; mso-arabic-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-armenian-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-currency-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-cyrillic-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-default-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-greek-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hebrew-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-latin-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-latinext-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none;"><span lang="en-US" style="language: en-US; mso-ligatures: none;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUYc2fpiUDIdtABnESW3pm12iE8q5wHhrUM28YB1qPKqRis1d1hIvahyoa0jKcZPR9YhsSy12UMDYpjPDXnEGcN1L2bprtO7pfmybXDsmSveTkHXKNVa_hCRMI-Vix_g-rhHD83_3brFFJ/s1482/img011.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1482" data-original-width="1043" height="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUYc2fpiUDIdtABnESW3pm12iE8q5wHhrUM28YB1qPKqRis1d1hIvahyoa0jKcZPR9YhsSy12UMDYpjPDXnEGcN1L2bprtO7pfmybXDsmSveTkHXKNVa_hCRMI-Vix_g-rhHD83_3brFFJ/w206-h294/img011.jpg" width="206" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3RoinE_KrzEPv-JJrBVtksaNer88GZahlv0qJC5TQfMwSxmWtAcTR_D4N_yGVSxYRPj2uGND9xlvQ6V-Rw6BybFO8n8a2qMtJa6Wo1Mx4FwvCcunbhxlvrFOZmVRZYBe8ViADW9Ywb4NW/s1003/1956.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1003" data-original-width="662" height="297" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3RoinE_KrzEPv-JJrBVtksaNer88GZahlv0qJC5TQfMwSxmWtAcTR_D4N_yGVSxYRPj2uGND9xlvQ6V-Rw6BybFO8n8a2qMtJa6Wo1Mx4FwvCcunbhxlvrFOZmVRZYBe8ViADW9Ywb4NW/w195-h297/1956.png" width="195" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibD4y_iPMtqlsyvs0_Wlc6LS1UxDcaG5xhZkzjuCiMasDDSMVSC0hHDvnp_14SrkLWCzkQa4WwZ055MayTIPla63ZNkj7xlD_HFAyrl6u9h5mlJIFYRaTJjj6UQ9Rz8WgGexwLT4Q8xYQB/s1482/img010.jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1482" data-original-width="996" height="293" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibD4y_iPMtqlsyvs0_Wlc6LS1UxDcaG5xhZkzjuCiMasDDSMVSC0hHDvnp_14SrkLWCzkQa4WwZ055MayTIPla63ZNkj7xlD_HFAyrl6u9h5mlJIFYRaTJjj6UQ9Rz8WgGexwLT4Q8xYQB/w197-h293/img010.jpg" width="197" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="en-US" style="line-height: 119%;">Next came a 1946 Willys Jeep Pickup, purchased in June of 1956 for $375.00. </span><span lang="en-US" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 119%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="en-US"> </span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSK_NbAugBUPr_U2Ob0p5tfCw-7u27jx4zn7IqNWErokAM0_NyZ6zLLnsL4GPb0khE2GXUqeq_m4uJrmyTsLt6sfmZlwf29zM2-FSoq8v-3nDdSjRDxPa7LdyTI5ity_WPIiAJ88LP67iE/s2048/img603.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1232" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSK_NbAugBUPr_U2Ob0p5tfCw-7u27jx4zn7IqNWErokAM0_NyZ6zLLnsL4GPb0khE2GXUqeq_m4uJrmyTsLt6sfmZlwf29zM2-FSoq8v-3nDdSjRDxPa7LdyTI5ity_WPIiAJ88LP67iE/w400-h240/img603.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That's my Mom in the passenger seat.<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="en-US" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 119%;">It was about this time that Ed enlisted in the U.S. Army and was sent to Germany. My mother joined him, and before you know it, here I am! Check out my first wheels: </span><span lang="en-US" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 119%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="en-US"><br /><o:p></o:p></span></p></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivcTByoXwFiOzyjDens6wRaLTYF3Px5Rlodrc8kmxsnsunqdYWQSthfdonxTMSbf-1c5QlePmFSFZhfhLrvsCrqVXhOSX_e0qIUDoe70VsgTq35Gqp8czLA054WjUPl6F11aPDK2kbv7EH/s972/img020.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="972" data-original-width="966" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivcTByoXwFiOzyjDens6wRaLTYF3Px5Rlodrc8kmxsnsunqdYWQSthfdonxTMSbf-1c5QlePmFSFZhfhLrvsCrqVXhOSX_e0qIUDoe70VsgTq35Gqp8czLA054WjUPl6F11aPDK2kbv7EH/w398-h400/img020.jpg" width="398" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Dad on the left, his Army buddy "Malliew" on the right, <br />so dubbed because apparently he did everything backwards. </td></tr></tbody></table><br />I have no paperwork on the next two vehicles, but thanks to the internet, research suggests the first is<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> a 1951 Borgward Hansa 1500, parked here overlooking the scenic beauty of Germany. Looks like I'm ready to go!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifur17n8tffAYr8-UwmyrUnhOSGFSDmbAc-KrjwMpM2xNoTCEMD5yEktyyztG1qIJWY3NBGUqM6m58uawuQrqGs3xcMazbcXnsB04fypWwkbJt5mlX0h-nUmapD2bIfm9_bY8Wo4qm-yuY/s2048/Borgward+Hansa.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkNd8sTQWN5dUKvxDXHMmKdsyuWB7jEqfD-DW3H9dTTvTqaQ1gH3rSDJzJMeTOH7YnUx3RabWC3v4DhWuLzChUa7A1qAHbSVjXFY3oG0CjVOQXQC2OAvSXyJwh-sgyiWA4BZ-x3NTKtZJs/s2048/PICT0001+%25283%2529.JPG" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkNd8sTQWN5dUKvxDXHMmKdsyuWB7jEqfD-DW3H9dTTvTqaQ1gH3rSDJzJMeTOH7YnUx3RabWC3v4DhWuLzChUa7A1qAHbSVjXFY3oG0CjVOQXQC2OAvSXyJwh-sgyiWA4BZ-x3NTKtZJs/w315-h210/PICT0001+%25283%2529.JPG" width="315" /></a><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifur17n8tffAYr8-UwmyrUnhOSGFSDmbAc-KrjwMpM2xNoTCEMD5yEktyyztG1qIJWY3NBGUqM6m58uawuQrqGs3xcMazbcXnsB04fypWwkbJt5mlX0h-nUmapD2bIfm9_bY8Wo4qm-yuY/w310-h206/Borgward+Hansa.JPG" width="310" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The pictures below appear to be a <span style="font-size: 12pt;">Mercedes-Benz Typ 230 (W153) 1938-1943. I know they took several road trips during their time in Germany, they went to France and Holland that I knew of. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilG5zt5HtcbmBzAkipwFIKk-l0ms1cM3Dv0-Lzas4A-xRMyli_vzC8v4wM0Jxy-G5nkPep6SwsjRlW8OooyY2hcXIq6UPTCCgH2fYg35p4tkL4-jT-YEPeyCbmPZL2ZdehmDSzeNIxe67O/s1478/009a.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1459" data-original-width="1478" height="395" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilG5zt5HtcbmBzAkipwFIKk-l0ms1cM3Dv0-Lzas4A-xRMyli_vzC8v4wM0Jxy-G5nkPep6SwsjRlW8OooyY2hcXIq6UPTCCgH2fYg35p4tkL4-jT-YEPeyCbmPZL2ZdehmDSzeNIxe67O/w400-h395/009a.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me & Ed. Note the suicide doors. </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEcwRDrRQoozzjSzPnYV04tadI4llO0UNFRpaOj9NNjpX30ndX60JAGYNBpHjUNz1Qq-XwOZvyo7GZcEuG0mRoIidEzzyBRAKlG1Y34Njjbbn73hskWgCRUb12HfIIbu4WHm-sSAco4n8z/s2048/PICT0001.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEcwRDrRQoozzjSzPnYV04tadI4llO0UNFRpaOj9NNjpX30ndX60JAGYNBpHjUNz1Qq-XwOZvyo7GZcEuG0mRoIidEzzyBRAKlG1Y34Njjbbn73hskWgCRUb12HfIIbu4WHm-sSAco4n8z/w266-h400/PICT0001.JPG" width="266" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My stylin' Mom.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSQ8w6SN3wTgxxDUPLdfMIiK4feZgdirfjVSISJAN3ZbBVDMIYfHI0QnfNw61nrDrYTA1O8B2uqDpSN4_CLJFDASq3srtw5p9tqQ37fitpPVsvxnhRrS_l9NP1LguqMxj41vcKg2mstqLY/s2048/PICT0003+%25283%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSQ8w6SN3wTgxxDUPLdfMIiK4feZgdirfjVSISJAN3ZbBVDMIYfHI0QnfNw61nrDrYTA1O8B2uqDpSN4_CLJFDASq3srtw5p9tqQ37fitpPVsvxnhRrS_l9NP1LguqMxj41vcKg2mstqLY/w400-h266/PICT0003+%25283%2529.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I think this was in the back of our apartment.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ5r-1J3frZj38t0y8MR6SX-T2PdS6ceKsdD5ispR5dLF7TzGb1EeLYquOE0QXVDMPFh_mweQSkah2PZxvOmXlsDEBXreU8wdE4NeIEEMlHinyWy33lClwcfww5tl4HmaQxLjpx4qbdMxf/s2048/PICT0005.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ5r-1J3frZj38t0y8MR6SX-T2PdS6ceKsdD5ispR5dLF7TzGb1EeLYquOE0QXVDMPFh_mweQSkah2PZxvOmXlsDEBXreU8wdE4NeIEEMlHinyWy33lClwcfww5tl4HmaQxLjpx4qbdMxf/w400-h266/PICT0005.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Still ready to go!</td></tr></tbody></table><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="en-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 119%;">Now back in the States, Ed has to scratch that itch—this time with a 1954 Ford Victoria Hard Top Convertible, bought in September of 1960 for $425. At the time, they were living on Taylor street in Pembroke, MA. </span><span lang="en-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 119%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="en-US"> </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitqMVdwPmEl5kbkNRjiRxVVswPGh771n4lekj_SGTadvCDly7m73mHrJ8ZPKw1vDyCFTWsnP7GSYYCcg88NXZJhQ6MZouNGgtDqlRwvIyiwpmH-7v0vYNnAmCjQc3nzy_S8gUDliL2aumc/s2048/Pic17.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitqMVdwPmEl5kbkNRjiRxVVswPGh771n4lekj_SGTadvCDly7m73mHrJ8ZPKw1vDyCFTWsnP7GSYYCcg88NXZJhQ6MZouNGgtDqlRwvIyiwpmH-7v0vYNnAmCjQc3nzy_S8gUDliL2aumc/w400-h266/Pic17.JPG" width="400" /></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkWx7LlGzti7z0KqC5kA19YF611HNOkRrytSY9kw9Uyv9faQliI8vM4S3PCNGREsjo0tWEqxoXyAPhhs6-XYpZwneE5_Lyq-XccOGWK16zehFx9kuLPYQmi1OKZ6c3zp4hZaTwmYU0GcWd/s2048/img013.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1268" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkWx7LlGzti7z0KqC5kA19YF611HNOkRrytSY9kw9Uyv9faQliI8vM4S3PCNGREsjo0tWEqxoXyAPhhs6-XYpZwneE5_Lyq-XccOGWK16zehFx9kuLPYQmi1OKZ6c3zp4hZaTwmYU0GcWd/w248-h400/img013.jpg" width="248" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN6S7yW6S4SsmNaRTZZCvwke-6SoFfqbkEi_73ZYPGgn5gww1LxVXqwfSSRgaiNd1kLf_d-imC2vesamCABNeZxCKZrNiqbqdpuaZltdr-RW7uWcspY0kneKyjJZno4snOazyunOhyphenhyphen27lg/s1667/img014.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: right;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1667" data-original-width="1614" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN6S7yW6S4SsmNaRTZZCvwke-6SoFfqbkEi_73ZYPGgn5gww1LxVXqwfSSRgaiNd1kLf_d-imC2vesamCABNeZxCKZrNiqbqdpuaZltdr-RW7uWcspY0kneKyjJZno4snOazyunOhyphenhyphen27lg/w388-h400/img014.jpg" width="388" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span lang="en-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 119%; text-align: left;">Now living on Fullerton Ave in Whitman, Ed bought a 1959 Peugeot 403 from Flanagan & Seaton Motors in Brookline. At some point, Flanagan & Seaton moved to Jamaica Plain and were still in existence until 2015 when a fire wiped out the building, which had apparently already been slated for demolition.</span><span style="text-align: left;"> </span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimOjZw_MLJl2j8FI8rKZxyy3kZPOjzcLDTCLXNQ8zZa8N2pqns2EuknUohTDl6-lK5AFNf39h0nXMYxt0Jah3XuoNCkCk5vyiyzyvxZyTIwXDrOlfqiYXVA4KuGJveqyFYWoWIPAftJiCp/s2048/img018.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1533" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimOjZw_MLJl2j8FI8rKZxyy3kZPOjzcLDTCLXNQ8zZa8N2pqns2EuknUohTDl6-lK5AFNf39h0nXMYxt0Jah3XuoNCkCk5vyiyzyvxZyTIwXDrOlfqiYXVA4KuGJveqyFYWoWIPAftJiCp/w300-h400/img018.jpg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ed was infamous throughout the family<br />(and likely the corporate world) <br />for his prodigious letter writing.</td></tr></tbody></table><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFYsHtWaYHe6XCLSY0cijr0yKjNPaHKcDe2XJgmBfW3OTIfB5HxqTUMtDYx042bQxGdF30aAcF051ZTzsHfdklqb_T3QmJNQr_7MB_DRTfJrnLEtABw83EFRPmeS9lN4-KLAHz_ZUTT9A7/s2048/PICT0037.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFYsHtWaYHe6XCLSY0cijr0yKjNPaHKcDe2XJgmBfW3OTIfB5HxqTUMtDYx042bQxGdF30aAcF051ZTzsHfdklqb_T3QmJNQr_7MB_DRTfJrnLEtABw83EFRPmeS9lN4-KLAHz_ZUTT9A7/w400-h266/PICT0037.JPG" width="400" /></a><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4-rRj99t511T5PHnDpiO314UkuBIXftzYwGwqPACyU8-zJ_b2r08Qro4NwKw1hLe0fxdpANlBxWXKQXRETVdfxiIY7lQQKCIL3PQQh7_aaaoyTGleE2D_6NHdaAU-4E5NmlJdv4g0gFPk/s1398/img017.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1008" data-original-width="1398" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4-rRj99t511T5PHnDpiO314UkuBIXftzYwGwqPACyU8-zJ_b2r08Qro4NwKw1hLe0fxdpANlBxWXKQXRETVdfxiIY7lQQKCIL3PQQh7_aaaoyTGleE2D_6NHdaAU-4E5NmlJdv4g0gFPk/w400-h289/img017.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="en-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 119%;">I have a very vague memory of being in the back seat of a small dark car. Still have the rabbit.</span></p></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><o:p></o:p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbTdhynH48HqUu4vDbKbabjaGQVe2xcMdWJp6JfblhImK8wKVb8GjzVlnJ-A6smhguLsp-kNE5IS80rk0hgF6AYnTnfLUvmbwl13LEKWsVfz-hMi9q5HGS8Y3U1GG9ulIBOzoqxSkMkm3m/s2048/PICT0040.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: right;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbTdhynH48HqUu4vDbKbabjaGQVe2xcMdWJp6JfblhImK8wKVb8GjzVlnJ-A6smhguLsp-kNE5IS80rk0hgF6AYnTnfLUvmbwl13LEKWsVfz-hMi9q5HGS8Y3U1GG9ulIBOzoqxSkMkm3m/w400-h266/PICT0040.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="en-US" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 119%;">I remember going to parades a lot, as well as the fireworks displays at Studley’s Pond on 123 in Rockland. </span><span lang="en-US" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 119%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="en-US"> <o:p></o:p></span></p></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM3_4p_hReksDhZDHnXZgH4o48Cosi1DVxMRrweo-blgMypkRlxK015_23NIHrxF1EY8SRoJDpD2ytjnSpHf6HdA8-oP7zmbuQoz_IaBhzxQU9SrDARlwAYWOMvfY3Jk34Km6iQO_OFjaq/s2048/PICT0020.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM3_4p_hReksDhZDHnXZgH4o48Cosi1DVxMRrweo-blgMypkRlxK015_23NIHrxF1EY8SRoJDpD2ytjnSpHf6HdA8-oP7zmbuQoz_IaBhzxQU9SrDARlwAYWOMvfY3Jk34Km6iQO_OFjaq/w400-h266/PICT0020.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjConYEyOOde5miMW9JOkTwOcBxFJ10bRujLCfXBX9kzE47N9mYIMI8Hdk-ELQg3uryw5T74UU1Wsf5W-1gxqvDhbjFMnwknzYzWNDUMEU3WBk4B0x0LXNy_1-MQ8w2RPKZRmffB9J8Fqt_/s2048/PICT0011+%25282%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjConYEyOOde5miMW9JOkTwOcBxFJ10bRujLCfXBX9kzE47N9mYIMI8Hdk-ELQg3uryw5T74UU1Wsf5W-1gxqvDhbjFMnwknzYzWNDUMEU3WBk4B0x0LXNy_1-MQ8w2RPKZRmffB9J8Fqt_/w400-h266/PICT0011+%25282%2529.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="en-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 119%;">He must have hung on to the Peugot for awhile, because this is the driveway to the house at 82 Linden Street in Whitman, with my little brother Michael.</span> </p></td></tr></tbody></table><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="en-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 119%;">Now we come to Ed’s first car bought new, and financed: a 1965 VW Bug. Looks like it’s parked in front of 14 Robert Ave.</span><span lang="en-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 119%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="en-US"> </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgECRNie3eBGkaUGdXwDHz196_jvpfUOAsEoBvqq1YzcA0IJuRKcfARJZOReWdU-lsHyAK0tyIEbq-uAM42oYkoGZqTp5U0GEgNBk0CAHJWC2r0xz0GIjn_NqanUDQ3OarLcOPWkS9eZtcT/s1428/img032.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="990" data-original-width="1428" height="249" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgECRNie3eBGkaUGdXwDHz196_jvpfUOAsEoBvqq1YzcA0IJuRKcfARJZOReWdU-lsHyAK0tyIEbq-uAM42oYkoGZqTp5U0GEgNBk0CAHJWC2r0xz0GIjn_NqanUDQ3OarLcOPWkS9eZtcT/w364-h249/img032.jpg" width="364" /></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrcRT56tHag0w0PPhaP77dzsqDC6v1XBdmb_PbxrT748ZETMhRn5ozJoRako01soR54LKFTEPW98MgVbpUYQeSFUn-nvgVvqWHq9mXUjRWd5vMYr92hcX9F3_skNXZgIx4MM4Tzg_ZeZR-/s1464/img031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1038" data-original-width="1464" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrcRT56tHag0w0PPhaP77dzsqDC6v1XBdmb_PbxrT748ZETMhRn5ozJoRako01soR54LKFTEPW98MgVbpUYQeSFUn-nvgVvqWHq9mXUjRWd5vMYr92hcX9F3_skNXZgIx4MM4Tzg_ZeZR-/s320/img031.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><o:p></o:p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXWg9wf9XrCVnwDI0hTlNilpr2SaFEMTzo0fQ7il09BJcF4FTX_qnhzqlNVEOFPzNY30y1_XayebVEqTS2AOe15jp7PfnPFscTrM107630IzUXDeS0WojYbYiEdXRQo8uaDnjJS4VHaD0R/s2048/img033.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1482" height="565" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXWg9wf9XrCVnwDI0hTlNilpr2SaFEMTzo0fQ7il09BJcF4FTX_qnhzqlNVEOFPzNY30y1_XayebVEqTS2AOe15jp7PfnPFscTrM107630IzUXDeS0WojYbYiEdXRQo8uaDnjJS4VHaD0R/w409-h565/img033.jpg" width="409" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;">Once the VW was paid for, the Jeep itch needed to be scratched, especially to go down to the beach! In 1967 he paid $1,100 for this 1961 Willys Jeep 4WD. The photo was taken at Duxbury Beach-first place I remember the feeling of sunburn. I can also hear in my mind the rumble of the wheels over the wooden Powder Point Bridge. 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So it should come as no surprise that I know a lot of Irish songs, especially Irish American songs. One in particular was especially poignant: "Galway Bay" in which an Irish emigrant to America speaks of returning to Ireland to "sit beside a turf fire in a cabin."</div>
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As we planned our trip to England this past Christmas, I thought about the logistics of getting to Ireland, but it seemed a little overwhelming. But as in all great genealogical endeavors, it worked out perfectly in the end!</div>
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We landed in Dublin airport and were welcomed by that "soft Irish weather." All signs in Ireland are in Irish (Gaelic) and English. </div>
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We drove first to Clones, Co. Monaghan, where my great-grandmother, Kate Beggan Smith was born. We had a lovely walk around the town, enjoying the sunshine, although it was chilly.</div>
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The next morning we drove to Ballinamore, Co. Leitrim, the ancestral hometown of the Smiths. If you know anything about Ireland's history, you know that it is one island, two nations; the Republic of Ireland and Northern Ireland, the latter being part of the United Kingdom. Both Clones and Ballinamore are very close to the border between the two countries, but are part of the Republic. Yet in that 50-minute drive, we crossed the border between the two several times! </div>
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Previous to our trip, I had contacted the Genealogy Centre of Leitrim (pronounced LEE-trim) and got some great help from Patricia, so we made that our first stop so I could thank her in person for the help. We picked up a few other bits of info, including the fact that John's father Patrick likely went to England for work and died there. So, a new avenue for research!</div>
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From Ballinamore we drove back to Clones. Refer back to my post of 22 July 2010 to learn how I found my living Irish cousins. I contacted John again and he did a fantastic job of lining up a visit with Kathleen and Benny, whose grandmother was a sister to my great-grandmother. </div>
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We were supposed to have also met with Rosaleen, whose father Peter was my great-grandmother's brother. She is in her 90s, but had caught a cold and couldn't meet with us. Otherwise, we could have taken a 4-generation photograph! Benny brought his daughter and granddaughter with him to Kathleen's house. </div>
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As we walked into Kathleen's, she had a turf fire warmly glowing. As the words to "Galway Bay" went through my head, it seemed that a conduit opened up and I felt connected to a thousand years of Irish history. We had a delightful visit and found that although we were from different cultures we had so much in common!</div>
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After Kathleen served us tea, Benny drove us out to the cemetery, where I saw for myself a headstone that I had seen in photographs for many years: That of my 2nd great-grandparents, Bernard and Catherine "Kitty" (Learo) Beggan. </div>
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On our way to the airport the next morning, we met with John again, this time at the Library of Trinity College in Dublin. Heaven! We enjoyed an all-to-brief visit with John as he walked us through the National Gallery of Ireland. I sincerely hope we can return soon and spend more time with family and in a remarkable country.</div>
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<br />Maureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11464999602457887751noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575638914437209391.post-13480121960751675982020-02-02T18:00:00.001-08:002020-02-03T13:44:06.355-08:00The Keillors, Stonemasons of Skelton<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;">
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The village of Skelton-in-Cleveland is a lovely village in the northeast part of Yorkshire, England, near North Sea. <br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">It is also the furthest back location to which we have documented the Keillor family, although surname maps suggest the Keillors are originally from Scotland.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "merriweather" , serif; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> A few days before we left for our trip to the UK, I found this website, </span><a href="https://skeltonhistorygroup.wordpress.com/" style="text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-family: "merriweather" , serif; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">https://skeltonhistorygroup.wordpress.com</span></a><span style="font-family: "merriweather" , serif; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, run by a group of individuals interested in the local history of the area. They had extracted names and dates from the parish registers which was very helpful. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "merriweather" , serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">note of thanks and mentioned we hoped to</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "merriweather" , serif; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre;">I put it out of my mind. Within a day, </span><span style="font-family: "merriweather" , serif; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre;">I got a response </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "merriweather" , serif; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre;">from Peter, who said we must be descended </span><span style="font-family: merriweather, serif; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre;">from </span><br />
<span style="font-family: merriweather, serif; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre;">Thomas Keillor, stonemason, </span><span style="font-family: "merriweather" , serif; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre;">who had emigrated </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "merriweather" , serif; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre;">to North America in the 1700s. He also said</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "merriweather" , serif; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre;"> he would be glad to give us a </span><span style="font-family: "merriweather" , serif; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre;">walking tour of </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "merriweather" , serif; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre;">Skelton </span><span style="font-family: "merriweather" , serif; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre;"> if we would </span><span style="font-family: merriweather, serif; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre;"> let him know when we would be there. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "merriweather" , serif; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"> He came prepared with a booklet of documents, all pertaining to the Keillor family in the two generations they appear to have spent in Skelton. </span></div>
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was an amazing woman; a mother, teacher, media specialist and avid family
history researcher. Over the years we’ve had many phone chats and emails
regarding the family history, and she was particularly interested in the
Mc/MacDonald/Soutar/Sutter (that story is a whole 'nother blog post!) line from
Scotland. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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children contacted us to see if we wanted her notebooks and other family
memorabilia. Of course we did! They offered to mail us a couple of boxes, but I
knew there was much more than a couple of boxes, so I (rather frantically!) contacted another
relative who lived not far away. She was willing to hold the boxes until we got
there, and the “couple of boxes” turned into five!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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grandchildren. When we got back to Ohio, I couldn’t wait to see what was in the
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about 11 x 13, mounted on stiff chipboard, and although worn around the edges,
the photograph itself is in very good condition in spite of its age, probably
right at the very early 1900s, as the youngest child in the photo was born in
1897 and looks to be around two or three years old. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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family photos the face of Annie McKenzie MacDonald and surmised that she was
standing with her parents and siblings. Annie was a nurse who worked in Scotland, Canada and Michigan and married Howard's grandmother's brother. They had no children. </span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">I scanned the photograph, did a little
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received an email from Gillian in Scotland. One of the boys in the photograph
was her grandfather! I was thrilled to be able to make that connection and
wanted very much to give the photograph to Gillian, but I was reluctant to
trust this treasure to overseas mail! I had a friend who was a flight attendant
for a local airline, and we tried to make a connection to Glasgow, but it didn’t
work out. I was disappointed, put the photograph back in the box and hoped we
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June, when one of our sons was transferred by his job to England. We determined
to spend Christmas with him and his family. We made a list of places we’d like
to go, and when he mentioned Scotland, the lightbulb finally went off in my
head! Why, Glasgow, of course!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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after Boxing Day, a holiday nearly equal to Christmas in the United Kingdom.
The city of Glasgow was still decked out in holiday finery, with a huge
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<br />Maureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11464999602457887751noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575638914437209391.post-67420445045484053912019-01-29T07:54:00.001-08:002019-01-29T07:54:06.979-08:00Hoarders or Keepers? Some of us have watched Marie Kondo declutter folks' homes. Some of us have snickered at the genealogy memes where books are packed to the ceiling and the desk is nearly buried. Others have had to help clean out homes after loved ones have passed away. All this raises the question of what is worth keeping and what do we throw away?<br />
Well, the Wenz family have traditionally teetered between being "keepers" and being "hoarders." But I am certainly thankful for what they've kept. Last week I wrote about Uncle Phil's photo album from his trip to France in 1937. https://keillorsmith.blogspot.com/2019/01/<br />
But in addition to the photo album, I was the grateful recipient of a few other jewels:<br />
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Now I know that Victor-Auguste Poulain was one of the first chocolatiers in France, "<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">He believed that a commercial future in chocolate would be found by selling to the masses..." Thank goodness for M. Poulain! "Taste and compare!"</span></span><br />
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Received all your letters so far I think, I left a change of
address in Jacksonville. And no doubt you have received a letter in the
meantime explaining why we left there. I am glad to hear that you are all well
and had a good Xmas. Now there are a lot of folks that are expecting letters or
cards but for reasons best known to myself they will have to wait maybe two
weeks but I haven’t forgotten them. I’m glad you thought those letters were
interesting that was what worried me. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The more I see of this country the better I like it. We
called at the Information Bureau and they told us that we might stride (?) so
work in an orange grove so we went out to see Mr. Trowell who owned it and met
a man 70 years old and he certainly was some character. We had quite a talk but
he said he couldn’t really afford to put us on but that if we got stranded to
come back and he’d see what he could do. So it looks as if we couldn’t starve
to death anyway. And all the people seem to be alike hospitable and solicitous.
And it’s peculiar the way they trust anybody really it would do your heart good
to see the difference of ways from the North.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I probably forgot to tell you on entering Sav. Harbor we
passed several of those flat boats with the paddle wheel in the rear that haul
cotton and such up and down the rivers they are wood burners you often read
about them and they are a novel sight. Then on the way to Jacksonville we
passed over a large river and there were several large rafts that shape maybe
75 feet long on with a sweep or two on them floating along with a couple of men
aboard they were made up of large piles of lumber lashed together. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Down here a farmer turns his cattle out and the wander here
and there at will it is all free range so walking along the country roads or
wood one meets cattle and hogs most anywhere when ever they want a pig for
dinner. They get on a horse and find their own which are all branded some way
or another, and either (?) it or shoot it. A Barn is an unknown quantity the
nearest thing to it is a rain roof on stilts and open work boards for maybe
their sides. Houses are not much different in the country most residences are
bungalow style and there are some very pretty ones. This is a record of weather
and I don’t think it can be beat it certainly looks good to me. Note this is a
government report. While the living is not much cheaper it is unnecessary to
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Another thing there are more fish in the bays rivers and
lakes than you can shake a stick at and monsters too. It is surprising and such
monsters. All kinds and color one with bars that looks like jailbird. <o:p></o:p></div>
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It seems that Uncle Phil wrote to his French-born grandmother to ask about where his French ancestors were from. Here is the text of this 100-year old letter:<br />
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Private Philip H. Wenz 591547<br />
Army Radio Section<br />
Signal Corps No. 1<br />
American Expeditionary Forces<br />
A.P.O. 784<br />
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East Dedham Nov 6, 1918<br />
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Dear Philip I received your letter Nov 1 and was glad to get it. I am pleased you did not forget me, and am glad to hear that you are well. I do not know what to write to interest you. We are all well your Father and Mother were here yesterday and they are well. About my birthplace I do not know much about it as we left that place when I was about 2 years old and went to Haver (Le Havre) and left there to come here when I was 4 years old so you can see I do now know any one ther ebut the place I was born in Benfeld District of Schlestadt Department of the Lower Rhine. My father name was Francis Joseph Drach and my mother was Mary Louisa Selth before marriage. Father was born in Huttenheim canton of Benfelden Department of Bas Rhine and my mother was born in the same place I was. Your Grandfather Vautrinot was born in Leevers (Liepvre) in the department of High Rhine the place is about 2 miles from St. Marie aux Mines which is the boundary line and passes through the Voges mountains. Of course I do not know if any of our people are living now you might try if you get there I know that your Grandfather had uncles in the Crimean war and I think their names was Munier on his mothers side. There was 3 of them, your Grandfather. Father was in the Algiers and servied in the Light Infantry 22(?) Regement of the line he went through a good many battles with the arabs, and my father served in the second regiment Cuirassiers from 1832 to 1838. At the time he was born it belonged to the French, and in Franco-Prussian war it was surrendered to Germany. that is all I know I hope you will understand what I have written I am not much of a letter writer. I am well and so is Mary she sends her love and I hope you will be home soon and that I shall be spared to see you. Perry (Collins) has gone to the service that makes 5 grandsons I have in the army now. Take good care of yourself and see all you can. God Bless you and bring you home safe is my wish. Your loving Grandma. Write when you can I know it is hard in the front to have time to write good by.<br />
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There is no descriptive text with the photograph, but I believe that this is Uncle Phil's American Legion Post from Dedham, Massachusetts. Phil would be in the back row, just to the right of the American flag with his cap at a jaunty angle.</div>
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At the end of World War I, Phil was somewhere in France and his older brother Lt. Ned Wenz was in the United States Navy somewhere in the British Isles. I sure do wish there were photos from this reunion!</div>
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Apparently Phil became a temporary journalist, chronicling their visit to France in 1937. I don't have all of the articles. I guess that's a project for my next visit home!<br />
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War ration books for the family: Philip, his wife Mary Catherine (O'Rourke) and their adopted daughter, also Mary Catherine. It was their daughter Mary whose passing provided us with this "hoard" of family history.</div>
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through my brickwall line, the Wenz family of NY, NJ, MA and Germany. I found a
Philip Henry Wenz on a passenger list, but in 1937. The date of our first
Philip’s crossing has yet to be determined, and he passed away in 1907. When I
mentioned it to my Mom, she knew all about it. Her Uncle Phil, the first
Philip’s grandson and third namesake, had served with the U.S. Army in World
War I. In 1937, he was invited as part of the American Legion to visit France
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When Phil’s only daughter Mary, my mother’s first cousin,
passed away, my mother had the task of cleaning out the house. Well, the Wenzes
have been known to be keepers, so there were many items of historical value
that came to me, including telegrams from WWI, a ration book from WWII, and a
large and old photo album with “France” on the cover. It seemed very fragile
and very old, but looked fascinating, full of photographs of the journey and
events. Almost every photograph had a caption, and the captions included names
of his friends. I wanted to scan it, but I was afraid of what damage I would
inflict on it if I either took it apart or tried to scan it without taking it
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in the field, I felt more confident about taking it apart to scan on a flatbed
scanner. It took a couple of hours, and I had to be systematic about it, but I
finished! Glad I could get it done. The quality wasn’t as good as I would have
liked, but at least it’s in a format that can be shared with both family and
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"Welcome at Versailles by French War Veterans at the Gate of Honor"</div>
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since I scanned them at a higher d.p.i, I looked at the next one. As I saw the
photographs of the war cemeteries and thought about what would be coming in
just two years, I felt such heartbreak. As a species, we certainly don’t learn
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"Meuse-Argonne Cemetery near Romagne, France. Most of those buried here gave their lives during the Meuse-Argonne offensive, the greatest battle in American history."</div>
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Maureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11464999602457887751noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575638914437209391.post-91272703105465710772018-09-16T19:20:00.000-07:002018-09-16T19:27:34.617-07:00Lost - please find!One of my favorite hobbies is to go into antique stores and look for old family photographs that I might be able to reconnect with family members. Over the years, I've had some wonderful experiences doing this. In the last year, I've been twice to visit our son while he's been stationed at MCAS New River in Jacksonville, North Carolina. It's adjacent to Camp LeJeune. The next block over from his lodgings is one of the biggest antique stores I've ever been to, filled with "booths" full of new stuff, old stuff, junk and treasures. My favorite spot was the end table with the clear glass top and sides filled with old letters, post cards and a few photographs. After buying a few affordable ones, I brought them home and tried some of my favorite sites to find descendants who might be interested in the items. Well, I haven't so far, so I thought I'd share them here and tag them in hopes that someone searching for them might find them. They are a variety of correspondence, from postcards, graduation invitations, V-mail and love letters. The names and places are: Aileen Armstong, Oakland IA, L.J. McDermott, Winterport ME, C.E. Sanborn, Boston, Jones Baker, Taneytown MD, John M. Fuss, Emmitsburg MD, H.E. Schmidt, Pearl Harbor, Raymond M Baker, NYC, Jane Sawyer, Louisville KY, Garnett Divine, Mary Lou Wathen, Hillsdale MI, Charles Pearson, Alice Campbell, Finleyville PA, Russell Campbell, Craig Melville, Meadville PA, Glenn W. Melville, San Francisco, Joseph C. Page, Warsaw NC, If you are related and interested an item, please contact me at mskeillor@gmail.com So here they are:<br />
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<br />Maureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11464999602457887751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575638914437209391.post-41675233716023862562017-02-15T14:19:00.000-08:002017-02-15T14:19:37.314-08:00A Case Study in Bureaucracy<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The year was 1976. I was
freshly graduated from high school and ready to become a wage earner. But
first, I had to have a Social Security account. Easy, right? But wait! I had
been born overseas as an Army brat, and more significantly, not on a base hospital.
My dad was with the ASA and stationed at an old Luftwaffe base in Rothwesten,
Germany. So my officially-stamped birth certificate reads “Geburstekunde.”</span></div>
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did have the consular report of my birth (both of my parents were American
citizens, so I could have been born on the moon – I was still an American
citizen.) but it was a Xeroxed copy and not the original, so it was not
accepted. We need your green card, they kept mailing me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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going on, I was a fledgling genealogist. I had sent for and received my
great-grandfather’s death record, having obtained his death date from his
headstone. He was buried in the same town where I grew up, in the same cemetery
where my grandparents were buried, and now, where my dad is buried – three
generations in the same cemetery! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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name? John Joseph Smith! His death record revealed little I didn’t know, having
grown up around most of his ten children and hearing lots of tales of the
family. However, there was one detail that stood out to me: he had a Social
Security number! At that moment, I had an epiphany. If I had to jump through so
many hoops to get an account, what did an Irish immigrant have to do? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Administration office – which just happened to be the same one he would have
applied to. Fortunately, this was in the days before they realized that
genealogists were cash cows, so I got a copy of the application he filled out
without having to sell my soul.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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didn’t yield a lot more information than I already had (yes, when I get to the
other side, he and I are going to have a conversation!) it did contain two more
important tidbits: his exact birth date and his mother’s maiden name, although
badly misspelled. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Smith had ten children, six of them girls, known as “The Aunts.” Fast forward
several years to a funeral of one of The Aunts. The youngest, Aunt Agnes,
handed my dad a half-sheet of paper and suggested I might be able to use it in
my research. Now we have more significant detail: His county of birth in
Ireland and the year he was admitted into citizenship. </span></div>
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shepherd out his naturalization record from the gazillions of other John Smiths
from Ireland who sought citizenship.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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years to familysearch.org, where the data from a massive indexing project is
being uploaded. The Smith headstone I had located at the Calvary Cemetery in Brockton
that gave me the information on John’s three sisters, including Bridget (see “Dusting
Off Memories,” 12 February 2017) finally paid off in a major way: the indexing program
of the LDS Family History Library had just begun to upload large amounts of
data from the work. Included? Bridget, the daughter of Pat Smith and Catherine
Guickan, born in Ballinamore, Leitrim, Ireland. </span></div>
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from John’s Social Security application and Bridget’s information from her
headstone, the information would have been meaningless – just another Smith! But now I have a town/parish in Ireland in which to concentrate my search for the elusive Smith.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Maureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11464999602457887751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575638914437209391.post-12730762722774235442017-02-12T18:45:00.000-08:002017-02-12T18:45:21.470-08:00Dusting Off Memories<div class="MsoNormal">
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a trip to at least one cemetery. One such trip took place long before the
digital age, probably in the mid-1980s. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Ordway, so I was searching for her burial place to verify her husband’s
information. I checked first with the local Catholic church to find out where
the plot was, but they had had a fire that destroyed their records since the
time the Ordways were buried. I knew from my dad that the Ordways were buried
in Calvary Cemetery in Brockton, Massachusetts. If you’ve ever been to New England, you know
that some of the Catholic cemeteries can go on for blocks! So we just “pressed
forward” and decided to take a quick drive around the perimeter just to see
what we could see. Amazingly, we found it in just a few minutes!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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stone and began recording the information while the hubs and the kids got some
wiggles out. As I was writing, something caught my attention a few rows up and
over from where I was standing. The headstone I was looking at said “Smith.” I
paid no attention, because I knew exactly where John, Kate and most of their
ten children were buried, and it was not at Calvary and not in Brockton. Again,
I felt something catch my attention and again, I ignored it. If I started
recording every Smith headstone, I’d probably still be in that cemetery, thirty
years later! A third time, the stone somehow called to me. I heard no voice,
felt no hands on my head, yet I could not avoid looking at that Smith
headstone. Finally, with some degree of resignation, I walked over to the stone
and wrote down the information.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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and Margaret Dunn. I had no idea who they were. But when I mentioned the names
to my dad, he knew immediately who they were – Catherine was John Smith’s
mother and the three other women were his sisters. Catherine died in 1905 and
the last of the sisters died in 1949, hence the reason my dad had never given
them a thought in all the years I had been researching – he would have been
fifteen when she died. But my mention of those names “dusted off” his memory. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Maureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11464999602457887751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575638914437209391.post-30703535066453033102016-10-06T10:10:00.001-07:002016-10-06T10:10:06.408-07:00They Want to be Found!<div class="MsoNormal">
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circumstances has given me more time than usual to spend searching for
ancestors. (Yay me!) I have had to marvel at how the information began to roll
in as I dug a little deeper, and also just because I had done <i>something</i>. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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being contacted by a cousin on my husband Howard’s side; the surname is
Wressell, from Yorkshire, England. I thought that we had the research pretty
well wrapped up on that line – but can we ever say that? When Carol contacted
me, I ran the name through newspapers.com to see if I could help her with her
part of the family. Quite by accident (not really), I found an article on Percy
Wressell, who had fought with Canadian troops during WWI and been killed. </span></div>
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The Winnipeg, Canada Tribune, 16 June 1917</div>
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course, that meant I had to determine where he fits in the family, and that
research led to finding his mother, Mary Jane, as well as four siblings. The
deeper I dug, the sadder the story became. Every record that listed an
occupation for her was either as “servant” or “domestic.” You don’t need to
have watched every season of “Downton Abbey” to know that female servants were not
only the lowest rung of the social ladder in late 19<sup>th</sup> century
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The 1871 Northowram, Yorkshire, English Census</div>
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records I found for Mary Jane or her five children, I found no reference to a
husband/father; in fact, I located two baptismal records for two of the
children where the space for the father’s name had a line through it and under
the children’s names was written “privately baptized.”</span></div>
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child, Walter, on a list of “Lunacy Patients Register” at age 17, and then a
later record of his death in the same institution in 1913 at age 41. </span></div>
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as listed in the “Nonconformist” records, at age 47 in 1892. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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newspapers.com can be a great tool for researching ancestors, but it is a bit
tricky, as it relies on the computer’s ability to read old newsprint. Further,
if you have a name that is very common or is a noun in everyday use, there may
be just too many hits to be able to narrow down. But another of Howard’s surnames
is McTaggart, which is a much simpler name for which to search. In a typical
migration pattern, the McTaggarts came from the British Isles to Canada and
some filtered down into Michigan, where one of them, Louisa, married my Howard’s
great-grandfather’s brother. The search for McTaggarts in newspapers.com
revealed a notice in the Port Huron (MI) Times Herald that “A message received
by Mr. and Mrs. David McTaggart Thursday evening told of the sad news of the
death of Captain Harold Ross, killed in action…” </span></div>
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note that fact down and go on my way. It turns out that Captain Ross was the
only child of Harold and Nellie Ross, and that Nellie Ross and Florence McTaggart
were sisters from the Peter and Agnes (McCorkendale) Wright family of Ontario.
Normally an officer is pretty easy to locate in one of several family history
sites, but somehow, Capt. Ross has slipped through the cracks and it seems to
be up to me to make sure he is not forgotten.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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search is one from my side of the family: Alberghini. A broad search revealed
that one of my Alberghinis from Renazzo, Italy married an Irish girl from
Boston, Mae Nugent. She had seven siblings, including a little brother who died
when he was only four years old. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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story of all comes from my mother’s husband’s family, the Wheelers. His was a
fairly prominent family in Newport, RI and one of the branches of the family
was the Knowe family. The headline from 1943 read: Janet, Susan Knowe drown in
Maryland.” According to the news article, the two girls, 8-and 4-years old were
“wading on a sandbar while the mother was on the shore tending her 10-months-old
baby.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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imagine the enormity of the pain suffered through so much sadness. I was contemplating
this recently while attending our local LDS (Mormon) Atlanta Temple. As I
pondered, I felt as if my spiritual eyes were opened, and I felt as never
before the infinite depth and breadth of the Atonement of Jesus Christ and His
healing power – and not just in this life, but for families throughout all
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Maureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11464999602457887751noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575638914437209391.post-90975038037541139852016-08-10T13:32:00.000-07:002016-08-10T13:32:28.074-07:00Ripples in a PondWhen I go to a cemetery, I just want to be able to photograph every headstone to post on the website www.findagrave.com. This does a couple of things: it preserves the images of the stones, many of which are slowly wearing away and will one day be illegible. It also makes it possible for family researchers everywhere to find information for their family tree. Often, for people who lived more than one hundred years ago, that headstone may be the only record they left behind.<br />
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When I arrive at a cemetery that is clearly to big to photograph at one time, I try to focus on the older stones, as well as the military stones and those that memorialize little children, two groups that hold a special place in my heart.<br />
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I especially love New England's old cemeteries, and when I'm visiting my Mom in Rhode Island, I love to tag along with her on her visits as she works with the Rhode Island Historical Cemetery Commission.<br />
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On one such trip, we visited the Rockland Cemetery in Scituate, Rhode Island, up in the northeast corner of the state not too far from Connecticut. One of the headstones I "randomly" photographed was that of Alvin Leroy Church, who had been a member of a Coastal Artillery Regiment during WWI. I also have a cousin who has that surname in her family tree. That was in November of 2011.<br />
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Fast forward to last March, 2016. A woman contacted me through findagrave to ask about the Rockland Cemetery, as she found my name attached to the photograph and memorial on the website. Here's what she said:<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, "Segoe UI", Meiryo, "Microsoft YaHei UI", "Microsoft JhengHei UI", "Malgun Gothic", sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">"My mother has decided she would like to be buried with her parents in Rockland cemetery which also her infant sister, grandparents and aunts and uncles are buried rather than in the veterans cemetery with my father. I have been trying to reach someone to speak to but have not been successful. I was wondering if maybe you had some information that would help me to be able to speak with someone at the cemetery. My mom is 88 yrs old and she is worried about not being able to be buried there. We would like to be able to put her mind at ease regarding this change in burial plans. Thank you again for the photos , my mom was very happy to know that someone took the time to take them.</span>"<br />
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I checked with my Mom, gave the woman some suggestions, and forgot all about it. This afternoon I received this email:<br />
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"<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">I would like to thank you and your mother for your help in granting my mother her wishes for her burial . We did contact the funeral home and made her arrangements with them. She did pass on July 9, 2016 and was buried with her parents at Rockland cemetery. all the arrangements for her burial were made ahead and she was very happy that she was able to be buried with her parents. thank you again for your help , it was very much appreciated. I don't think we would have been able to make this possible without you and your mom. we were lost at how to make these arrangements and getting in touch with Rockland cemetery. thank you again."</span><br />
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<br />Maureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11464999602457887751noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575638914437209391.post-33255592705173500262016-05-22T07:11:00.003-07:002016-05-22T07:12:22.783-07:00Grandma Dot and her Recipes<div class="MsoNormal">
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Dorothy Mae (Irving) Wenz lived in Miami when I was growing up, so I didn’t
know her as well as my Gramie Smith. We knew her as Grandma Dot. You could call
her Dot – but don’t ever call her Dotty! I did get to know her better when I
lived with her for a year after high school. Because I was a busy single adult
(or at least I thought I was!), we didn’t share too many meals, but there are
some dishes that I remember her for.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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in a blog post: </span><a href="http://keillorsmith.blogspot.com/2013/12/aunt-hatties-hermits.html"><span style="line-height: 107%;">http://keillorsmith.blogspot.com/2013/12/aunt-hatties-hermits.html</span></a><span style="line-height: 107%;"> because of their significance in our family history. Grandma
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from school lunches as well as Grandma Dot’s: American Chop Suey. It’s a great
combination of economic/food storage meal with its basic ingredients of canned
tomatoes, ground beef and elbow macaroni; and comfort food – especially on a
cold New England night! If you’re interested in the recipe and a little history
of the name, Yankee Magazine has a great blog post on it here: </span><span style="line-height: 107%;"><a href="http://www.yankeemagazine.com/new-england-traditions/american-chop-suey-casserole">http://www.yankeemagazine.com/new-england-traditions/american-chop-suey-casserole</a></span><span class="MsoHyperlink"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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limeade. Great dessert for a hot summer’s night!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Ted (Theodore Anthony Wenz) moved to Miami around 1958, so I only saw them
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because she lived in Miami that she got good at making citrus preserves. This
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remembered about Grandma Dot’s cuisine, and she added the fruitcake that was
made with a spice cake recipe that had a nice, frothy sauce. That recipe is in
my Great-Grandmother Wenz’s cookbook, which is a whole ‘nother blog post –
because I’m the proud owner of that cookbook!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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really struck a chord with me was when she talked about a particular dish being
like a time machine. How true that is! When we savor a mouthful of something we
loved as a child, it can zap us straight back to our childhood. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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I’ve noticed a mysterious phenomenon that occurs every time I’ve made them: no
matter how scrupulously I follow the recipe, they never seem to taste quite as
good as they did when the original cook (usually my grandmothers or my
mother-in-law) made them. I’ve come to suspect that they added a secret, intangible
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exercise down memory lane, and it gave me great pleasure to know that these
culinary memories were special to them as well. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Gramie Smith, my father’s mother. Her parents, Onesto Guidetti and Adelcisa Tassinari, came from Italy in 1907, and she
was an excellent cook. Bean soup, cabbage soup, goulash, and cherry pie, oh my!
She also made great brownies, but imagine my shock when I learned that they
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weekends at Gramie’s. One of my favorite memories was helping her make pies and
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The goulash recipe has a conversational tone to it because I wrote to her (in the days of long-distance phone calls) to ask directions, and I got them!</div>
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just before the ham. To me, they were known as “tootlings,” a delicious
cheese-filled pasta cooked in chicken broth. After I moved away from New
England, I always searched for them, but no one had ever heard of tootlings,
until one day I spotted them in a bag in the deli section of a grocery store:
Tortellini! But the ones we had in the chicken broth at Easter time were made
by hand at an Italian delicatessen in Plymouth, and the plastic bag ones are
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Maureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11464999602457887751noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575638914437209391.post-67763932712928662922015-05-24T15:36:00.002-07:002021-05-31T03:43:49.210-07:00Greater Love<div class="MsoNormal">
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when He said this, but throughout history, many individuals have been willing
to lay down their own life for the sake of another. A prime example of this is
war, often when men and women have been called upon to defend their “religion,
freedom, peace and families” (see Alma 46 in the Book of Mormon).<o:p></o:p></div>
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The Keillor and Smith families are replete with those
willing to not only defend those freedoms, but who paid the “ultimate price” to
do so. On this Memorial Day, I’d like to focus on a few who have something
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Another soldier in our family was John “Jackie” August
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He served in the 96<sup>th</sup> “Deadeye” Division,
participated in the invasion of Leyte Gulf, but died on 25 October 1944 in a
Philippine Hospital of wounds received in battle. He is memorialized on a
cenotaph in his family’s plot in the Egg Harbor City Cemetery and on the
memorial wall of the Manila American Cemetery.</div>
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George Brandt, of Irvington, NJ, was in the Army Air Forces
stationed in Italy. He was a crewmember on a B-25 Mitchell medium bomber that
was flying a supply flight from Vincenzo Aerodrome into France on 19 Feb 1944,
when the plane experienced engine problems and crashed into Lake Lesina, near
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was stationed on the USS Franklin (CV-13) “Big Ben,” which was hit by a kamikaze
plane on 19 Mar 1945. He was killed that day, along with over 700 other
sailors. The story of the heroics of her crew, including two who earned the
Congressional Medal of Honor that day, is worth reading:</span></span><span face=""Calibri","sans-serif"" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> <a href="http://www.ussfranklin.org/" target="_blank">http://www.ussfranklin.org/</a></span></div>
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Finally, Lt. (j.g.) Jeremiah “Jerry” Philp, a Naval aviator
aboard the USS Salamaua (CVE-96). He was killed attempting to make an emergency
landing onboard when his wing tip clipped a gun emplacement and his plane went
over the side. The surrender had been signed on the USS Missouri a mere five days earlier. We were able to acquire his service record that included
recommendations from grade school teachers that attested to his fine character.</div>
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</tbody></table><br />Now further research into my grandchildren's family tree reveals another: Glenn Walther Uehling, who was killed in Belgium before he even reached his 20th birthday. <div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsjwGxabdQaZQTew9wuzyUbTfzb8GavhGE8OcsezsnOxG1TlyIjjJ1QKxHuQ6utDbdGL3VFj3o97b22T0N_rW6_CXoOkpD3Y9UQYU40wHsNHNaoE8WFUfg8wRGrehodMoFIZ4xwiktr_yv/s292/Screenshot+2021-05-31+063058.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="266" data-original-width="292" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsjwGxabdQaZQTew9wuzyUbTfzb8GavhGE8OcsezsnOxG1TlyIjjJ1QKxHuQ6utDbdGL3VFj3o97b22T0N_rW6_CXoOkpD3Y9UQYU40wHsNHNaoE8WFUfg8wRGrehodMoFIZ4xwiktr_yv/s0/Screenshot+2021-05-31+063058.png" /></a><br /><br /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Glenn Walther Uehling in his fraternity photograph from the University of Wisconsin-Madison.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4seOPthkLtpD6SoLzxKt20-ix_sW6plpQ61Zr6_ngnNodmyjEJxnlt3KH8bOloSKMy4fU7UGm_nwA_JIBvzC8_5Tk3JgpyDPHiQaRy2l6HhZu29F98Hpu0kceWwTxT8zEuK0x8_V1gX78/s2048/download.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1574" data-original-width="2048" height="409" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4seOPthkLtpD6SoLzxKt20-ix_sW6plpQ61Zr6_ngnNodmyjEJxnlt3KH8bOloSKMy4fU7UGm_nwA_JIBvzC8_5Tk3JgpyDPHiQaRy2l6HhZu29F98Hpu0kceWwTxT8zEuK0x8_V1gX78/w533-h409/download.png" width="533" /></a></div></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><div><br />
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What do these six men have in common besides having died in
WWII? Each of them, except for Jackie Breder, was the only child of his parents.
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Having been the mom of two sons in service with six
deployments under her belt, I can’t even begin to imagine the sense of grief,
pain and loss these parents felt. I don’t know the exact circumstances, but I
feel that it’s telling that Lt. Mueller’s mother died the same year, and Sgt.
Justis’ mother died two years after her son was killed. <o:p></o:p></div>
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How grateful we should be on this Memorial Day for the men
and women <i><u>and</u></i> their parents,
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</div>Maureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11464999602457887751noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575638914437209391.post-81802312683410102892014-07-20T20:55:00.001-07:002014-07-21T04:49:03.008-07:00In memory of Cousin Phil, 70 years later.<div class="MsoNormal">
On this, the 70<sup>th</sup> anniversary of the death of
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Philip Albert Justis was born in Somerville, Massachusetts
on 16 February, 1916. The 1920 Federal Census finds him living in Somerville
with his parents, Albert Young and Mabel Alberta (Irving) Justis. By 1930, the census shows the family living
in Wellesley, Norfolk, MA, where his father worked as a printer. He had no
siblings, but Mabel’s niece, Lina Irving (age 17) was living with them. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Ten years later, Albert was working as an executive for a
drug company, and Philip was a stock clerk in a wholesale drug company. For
reasons we can only suppose, Philip enlisted in the U.S. Army as a Private in
Boston on 15 March 1941, nine months before the attack on Pearl Harbor. <o:p></o:p></div>
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It is at this point in the narrative we must mention one of
the most tragic events in family history research: The fire at the personnel
records center in St. Louis, Missouri in 1973. Millions of service men and
women’s personnel records were lost. Both the fire and the resulting water
damage to records have created a documentary disaster that is still being
sorted out over forty years later. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The next document we have been able to locate for Philip is
his burial record, listed on the website of the American Battle Monuments Commission
(ABMC). They list his service number, 31030229, his date of death, 20 July
1944, his rank of Sergeant, and the fact that he had been awarded the Purple
Heart. His body lies in the Normandy American Cemetery in Colleville-sur-Mer,
France in Plot E, Row 14, Grave 36 overlooking Omaha Beach. We also know from
the ABMC listing that Philip served with the 359<sup>th</sup> Infantry
Regiment, 90<sup>th</sup> Infantry Division. Recently, I was contacted by a findagrave volunteer who was headed to Normandy and volunteered to both photograph and do a rubbing of Philip's headstone. When folks come to photograph the headstones, volunteers provide sand from Omaha beach to rub into the engraved letters to make them stand out for the photograph, and then clean the headstone afterward. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Poignantly, his mother died three years after her only child’s
death, and their marker in the Needham Cemetery in Needham, MA lists Philip’s
name and dates of birth with “Lies in France” underneath. His father passed away in 1956. <o:p></o:p><br />
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Because he had no siblings, there are few folks left who
knew him at all, but last year, I called his cousin, Ginnie, who lives in
Wellesley. She recalls him as a quiet, serious man who was always kind. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I hope one day to know a little more about Phil’s last days,
but in the meantime, I just want to remember and be grateful for his service
and sacrifice. <o:p></o:p></div>
Maureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11464999602457887751noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575638914437209391.post-73647449230564289292014-03-18T16:39:00.000-07:002014-03-18T16:39:56.722-07:00Petty Officer 3rd Class Donald W. Keillor, Photographer's MateWe recently interviewed my father-in-law by telephone to learn more about his history in the Navy. We learned that he joined the Navy Reserves in 1950 at NAS Grosse Ile, and began training as an aerographer, or Navy weatherman. Apparently there was some sort of paperwork snafu, he was supposed to be exempt from attending drills, and when he didn't attend, got turned in for not attending. He returned to the draft board, who sent him to the personnel office. He spent a brief time as a clerk until an opening came up in the photography lab. He took a few photos and was told "Welcome Aboard!"<br />
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During the time he was stationed at Grosse Ile, he took classes at the University of Detroit. He also found a way to hop MAC flights to exotic places in the Carribean such as Puerto Rico, Cuba and Jamaica.<br />
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He became an aerial photographer, as seen here in the bubble of a PBY Catalina. After two years, he left the Navy to finish his studies at the University of Detroit. He was working at the University of Indiana when his co-workers starting tell him good-bye. They had seen that an opening at the University of Puerto Rico had come up and knew that he would take it, and he did.<br />
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mother-in-law, she grew up in Jamaica, but now lived and worked in Germany. I
had extended an invitation to her that if she was ever in the States to visit
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in common is Robinson from Jamaica. Her great-grandfather, Rose Bingham
Robinson and my mother-in-law’s great grandfather Charles Robinson were
brothers. His first name of Rose is a family surname, and yes, it does cause a
good bit of confusion regarding his gender, but several documents confirm him
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together, I was introducing her to the joys of familysearch.org. We were able
to find several documents for which she had been searching for some time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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post-script, I mentioned another website that she might find helpful,
findagrave.com. I wasn't too sure there were many memorials from Jamaica, but I
thought I’d enter Robinson as a search term without a given name just to see
what turned up. The search results showed nine Robinson memorials in Jamaica,
including an R.B. Robinson, died 15 April, 1899. We held our collective breaths
as we double-checked the death date from the document we’d just found on familysearch.org.
Then the collective hooting began! It was him, the great-grandfather whose
burial place had always been a mystery to her. And more amazing that he was
found in a cemetery in Port Maria, so very close to the village where she grew
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Maureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11464999602457887751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575638914437209391.post-24120438186071970762014-02-02T08:29:00.001-08:002015-03-29T10:26:55.370-07:00Dig a Little Deeper<div class="MsoNormal">
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(pronounced in the French “Loo-ie”) Derragon (der-A-gun). But over my lifetime, I heard so
many stories about him that I felt that I had known him. He died in his
mid-forties, a few years before I was born, and according to my dad, he was
asthmatic, so apparently that was a contributing cause of death. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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handsome, open smiling face, and the whole family seemed to hold him in the
highest regard.</span></div>
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uniform. My dad remembered that he worked at the Fargo Building in Boston as a
recruiter, since he was restricted by his asthma. Many years later in an
ancestry.com search, I came across the application for a military headstone for
him. I was surprised to see it listed his service aboard the USS Ira Jeffrey as
a Ship’s Cook First Class. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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to learn about the history of the <i>USS Ira
Jeffrey</i>. Based on the time period of Louis’ enlistment, 7 November, 1942 –
25 Sep 1945, and the time line of the <i>Ira Jeffrey</i>,
13 February 1943 until it was sunk in a target exercise off the coast of
Charleston, SC in 1962, it looks like Louis may have been a “plank owner,” or
part of the original ship’s crew. It also suggests that Louis may indeed have
spent some time as a recruiter in Boston before his time aboard the <i>Ira Jeffrey</i>. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Charlestown Navy Yard published by the National Park Service states: “The Fargo
Building on Summer Street in South Boston which served as headquarters for the
First Naval District. The building today is owned by the Army and known as the
Barnes Building.” It was a recruiting and processing station for the Navy
during WWII.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Shipyard in Hingham, Massachusetts in 1943 and was sponsored at its launching
by the mother of the young Ensign for whom the ship was named. The shakedown
cruise took her crew from Maine to Bermuda, and then an assignment to Quonset,
RI. From there, she escorted eight troop convoys to Europe. <u>From The
Dictionary of American Fighting Ships,</u> we learn that: ‘On the [last] return
crossing, 20 December 1944, the escort's convoy was attacked by a German submarine. After sinking an LST and damaging destroyer escort
<i>FOGG</i> (DE-57), the submarine was
driven off. <i>IRA JEFFERY</i> assisted the damaged ship and eventually escorted her
through rough seas to the Azores.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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across the Atlantic, the Ira Jeffrey was converted to a high-speed transport at
New York Shipyard, and following a shakedown cruise in the Chesapeake Bay, she “then
sailed 25 May with aircraft carrier <i>ANTIETAM</i>
(CV-36) for the Panama Canal and Pearl Harbor, where she arrived 18 June 1945.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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training with underwater demolition teams which entered Pacific beaches in
advance of the “American occupation landings,” and after island-hopping her way
across the Pacific, returned to San Diego. The <i>Ira Jeffrey</i> was
decommissioned in Jacksonville, Florida
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as a Ship’s Cook, I know that he must have received other training, at least as
a fireman – all Navy ships train their crew as fire/damage control. I was able to learn a good deal more, thanks to Tim Rizzuto and the wonderful museum of the USS Slater in Albany, NY. Visit their website here: http://www.ussslater.org/ Tim took the time to answer a few questions via email and fill in some of the blanks, such as <o:p></o:p></span>during WWII, Louis probably received gunnery training as well.</div>
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the marriage record of Louis Philizia Derragon to my Aunt, Agnes Louis Smith,
but they were married in 1945, and remained wed until his death in 1955. It is
a great regret of mine that I did not take the time and overcome some timidity
to ask Aunt Agnes more about a man with such a history as Louis Derragon. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Maureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11464999602457887751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575638914437209391.post-1184892168019188432013-12-03T16:25:00.000-08:002016-06-16T17:16:28.856-07:00Aunt Hattie's Hermits<div class="MsoNormal">
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favorite dessert treats was "Aunt Hattie's Hermits," a raisin-filled spice
cookie in bar form. But all those years, I never knew who Aunt Hattie was. Later,
as the family historian, I had collected all the impersonal, cold hard facts
about Henrietta Josephine Wenz. It was many years before I ever saw her
photograph. Now she seems like an old friend! She was born in Acquackanouk,
Passaic, New Jersey in 1878, lived with her older brother, my great-grandfather,
in 1930, never married, and worked as a housekeeper until she died in
Worcester, Massachusetts in 1943. She is buried in an unmarked grave in Mountain
View Cemetery in Shrewsbury, Massachusetts.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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came from her father, Philip Henry Wenz, a German immigrant to New York and New
Jersey, who was listed as a confectioner, baker or cook in various censuses and
city directories from 1875 to 1902. The photo below is believed to be of
Philip’s bakery wagon in Passaic. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Maureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11464999602457887751noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575638914437209391.post-71117170114173709572013-03-24T11:33:00.001-07:002013-03-24T11:34:46.301-07:00Uncle Benno<br />
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Benno, but my husband Howard seems to hold very fond memories of him. He married Howard’s
grandmother’s next older sister, Jane Elizabeth McDonald on 26 Oct 1922 in
Huron County, Michigan.</span></div>
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Christian Hahn was the son of German immigrants, August R. and Fredericka
(Boettcher) Hahn. When the United States declared war in April of 1917, Benno
was already 26, elderly by military standards, but he ended up in the Army anyway.
Because of his German parentage, he was not allowed to serve in the infantry,
so he was assigned to the Ambulance Corps.</span></div>
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Uncle Benno had Parkinson’s disease, because he had an arm with a serious
tremor, so severe he would sit on it to keep it still, and wore a spot in his recliner
from the vibrations. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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years ago that we learned it was not Parkinson’s – Uncle Benno had been wounded
in the war, hit in the head by shrapnel in the land of his ancestry and
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Maureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11464999602457887751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575638914437209391.post-90425068329128412712012-07-22T04:11:00.003-07:002012-07-22T05:05:37.904-07:00Nurses in Combat Boots<br />
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ridiculously heavy green suitcase full of what she told me was family history
books. Not having time to cope with it, I set it in the “junk room” and spent a
couple of months ignoring it. I know that there’s a reason I opened it up, but
now I don’t remember why. But it was like opening up Pandora’s Box, because
once it was opened, there was no going back! There were several family history
books, but there were also many invaluable family mementos such as Uncle Phil’s
medals, their WWII ration books and letters between my Great Uncle Phil and his grandmother during WWI (that's a whole 'nother blog post!). There were also dozens of
clipped obituaries from many different newspapers, and someone had taken the
time to make sure there was a date written on most of them. One such obituary was
for Mary Aloise Canning. Mary’s mother, Ernestine Rose Vautrinot Canning was a
younger sister of my great-grandmother, Grace Eugenie Vautrinot Wenz.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Globe, dated 4 Sep 1987: <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"> “DEDHAM – A funeral Mass was to be said Sept. 8 at St.
Mary’s Church, Dedham, for Mary A. Canning, who died Sept. 4 at the Goddard
Home, Jamaica Plain. She was 86. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"> Born in Dedham, and a lifelong resident. She was a graduate
of Massachusetts General Hospital Nursing School, Class of 1921. Miss Canning
was employed at the hospital until 1941, when she joined the U.S. Army Nurse
Corps. During World War II, she served in Casablanca, North, Africa, and
assisted wounded troops through the Italian campaign, serving troops at Monte
Cassino with distinction. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"> Upon the conclusion of the war in Europe, she served in the
Far East, arriving in Tokyo shortly after the Armistice was signed. She
retained the rank of major when she retired. After she returned to Dedham, she
worked as a public health nurse for the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, retiring
in 1967. Miss Canning was a member of the Dedham American Legion Post.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"> She was the daughter of the late Thomas and Ernestine
(Votreneau [sic]) and the aunt of Richard Canning of Wilmington, Del., Edward
X. Canning of Fairfield Conn., Harry Canning of Hudson, Ohio, Thomas Canning of
California and Rita Meuer of Hagerstown, Md. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"> Arrangements were handled by the George F. Doherty &
Sons Wilson-Cannon Funeral Hom, 456 High St., Dedham. Burial will take place at
Brookdale Cemetery, Dedham. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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entranced to think someone with whom I was closely related played a critical
part in such important campaigns in WWII. The more I read, the more I was
impressed with her contributions and distressed to know that the involvement of
these women has been so overlooked by history. I read an excellent work by
Evelyn Monahan and Rosemarie Neidel-Greenlee entitled “And if I Perish,” which
details their amazing service. When the troops landed in Africa, those nurses,
including Mary Canning, were landing right next to them. Between Africa and
Italy, they had two hospital ships bombed out from under them. In Italy, the
nurses were delayed in landing for three days, but remained trapped with the
troops on Anzio Beach, otherwise known as “Hell’s Half-Acre,” for the entire time
of the German bombardment. This was the first time in U.S. Military history
where nurses in uniform travelled just behind the combat troops, and in many
ways, they were making it up as they went along. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Like Uncle Ned, she passed away before I was ever
aware of her history. But I have been in correspondence with one of her nephews
who graciously shared her photo with me. He told me that “she was a very
outgoing person and liked to party. She spent much time keeping in touch with
relatives. I don’t think she felt that all her activities were any hardship. She
rather enjoyed all her adventures.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">And I’ve just learned that I had actually met her in
1975! Oh, that I had known! Hopefully more research will reveal more details of
her life and I’ll be able to update this post with more detail soon. <o:p></o:p></span></div>Maureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11464999602457887751noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575638914437209391.post-91363089768517661752012-07-17T15:56:00.000-07:002012-07-17T15:56:47.977-07:00Aunt Tille and the Wenz Family<br />
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methods of climbing over them. One of my strategies was to write a family
history of one of our lines that ended at that ancestor’s immigration into the
United States. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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re-examine thirty years of evidence and helped me to find some clues I’d
overlooked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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reasonably decent narrative that I felt I could share with family members,
known and unknown. Now, how to distribute it? Since I’m currently out of work,
it had to be very budget-friendly. Well, I had plenty of stamps and envelopes
and access to online people searches – so I went looking for distant cousins. I
started with just one line – the Maitlands. I had been in contact with one of
the cousins years ago, and was dismayed to learn that he had since passed away.
But his obituary listed the names and towns of his siblings and children, so I
wrote six letters. Well, one of them hit paydirt! I heard from the
granddaughter of Aunt Tillie, my great-grandfather’s older sister. Tillie had
lived with them for a time after her husband passed away. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“During the second WW, my Mom worked several hours a
day in a cemetery greenhouse. My Mom had
the greenest thumb you could find.
So....Grandma Maitland took care of us kids, or vice versa many
times. She was funny, because she wanted
the neighbors to think that she was earning her keep - she would stand in one
place on the sidewalk with a broom in her hand and sweep periodically. That was
long before senior residences. Altho,
when she lived with Uncle Bill in Delaware, she told me that to keep busy
there, she would take the bus to the Nursing Home to visit the
"girls". She was 10 years
older that most of them were, but they were her friends. I remember visiting at her home when Grandpa
was still living. They had an old pump organ,
which my kid brother and I loved. We
could not reach the peddles and the keys at the same time, so we took
turns. He would play while I pumped the
peddle and then we would change places.
Didn't bother Grandma doing it that way. Grandma Maitland (Wenz) lived
with us about 6 months of the year after Grandpa died. She had two sons, William and Robert Laurie
Maitland, Jr. (my dad). They took turns
caring for her until she died. She told
me, since I was the youngest and would listen, stories about growing up in her
family. She said that they never spoke
anything but German until they went to school.
She taught me one little verse in German that they always insisted she
learn and it still is with me a lot, and she told me about her brother and his
understanding of American idioms. He was
chopping wood and seemed to struggle with it.
They told him he needed more "elbow grease". The next thing they saw was her brother in
the yard greasing his elbows. I always
assumed it was Uncle Ed, who may be your grandfather figure. I remember him well, because he came once in
a while to visit with Matilda. He was a
beautiful person - very large- and very gracious, especially with us a little
kids. He had the biggest hands I ever
remember, but he was a farmer in the Boston area and I assumed that was his
largest."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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people, not just the names and dates on a page! So, reach out to distant
cousins – you’ll never know what you’ll find!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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