tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68906422795378636002024-03-18T20:07:18.313-07:00Collecting dead relatives...and live cousins!Sharing family history storiesPeggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05503251297631575092noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890642279537863600.post-47100559063627568592016-07-07T13:04:00.005-07:002019-06-05T14:30:05.017-07:00A Whole New Baltimore Family Found!<div style="text-align: center;">
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Having finally identified the parents of my 3x great-grandmother Rebecca Skillman in the past year, Jacob Skillman and Elizabeth Clackner, I was subsequently led into a whole new fascinating family. Or five!<br />
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Jacob and Elizabeth were married in 30 January 1823 in Baltimore and, according to the newspaper notice, had at least 3 children before Elizabeth died 9 November 1834 at age 32. (I've not identified the other 2 children.)<br />
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So Elizabeth Clackner was born on March 27, 1802 in Baltimore, the first born of Adam Clackner, Jr and Rebecca Gill. With a unique name like Clackner, I was hoping for some easy finds (for once) and I wasn't disappointed! City directories, deeds, wills, and newspapers laid out the Clackner family grouping:<br />
Father Adam Sr and wife Elizabeth, their children Adam Jr, Catherine, Lydia, Hannah, Joseph and John.<br />
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Both Adams were stone masons, but Adam Jr actually owned a quarry on the north edge of Baltimore. When he died in 1818 after a long illness, his wife Rebecca ran the quarry herself until her death in 1847. During the time that they owned it, they supplied stone for several high-profile projects in town (more on that later).<br />
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The absolutely coolest find was 6x great-grandfather Adam Sr's Revolutionary War pension file on Fold3!! Not only did it contain handwritten letters from his son Joseph with amazing details of his life, but also a copy of his original commission in August, 1776 as a 2nd Lieutenant in a Company of Foot in the 3rd Battalion of Associators in the County of Philadelphia!! And it is signed by John Morton, then Speaker of the PA Assembly, who later authored a large portion of the Declaration of Independence.<br />
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The rest of the file is chock full of info, including that the US Government later discontinued Adam's pension due to his owning property, despite being unable to work and having to support his ill wife and son. Joseph was a great letter writer, demanding explanation for their change in his eligibility. His pension does not appear to have been reinstated when he died in 1826.</div>
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Now, more about Adam Jr: As a quarry owner and mason, he submitted estimates and bills to the Baltimore government for building bridges, installing curbstones and supplying stone for other projects. One such project was the magnificent Battle Monument.<br />
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The Battle Monument, located on Calvert Street, was started on 12 September 1815, a year to the day after the Battle of Baltimore during the War of 1812, which honors those lost. It was the first monument in the country to commemorate a battle and is featured in the flag and Seal of Baltimore City. It lists each person's name on bands that wrap around the column and Lady Baltimore stands atop it.<br />
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Recently Lady Baltimore was removed and replaced with a concrete duplicate, but the original can still be seen at the MD Historical Society.<br />
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A recent trip to the Baltimore City Archives garnered me this document:</div>
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This is a list of income and expenses for the Battle Monument! There are two line items to A. Clackner for stone; one for $250 and one for $68.<br />
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Here is an proposal he wrote to build a bridge:</div>
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I found lots of documents like this thanks to the City Archives WPA Index which you can find <b><u><a href="http://guide.mdsa.net/pages/series.aspx?action=viewseries&id=brg76-3" target="_blank">HERE</a>.</u></b></div>
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I've had some fabulous luck with my mother's difficult family in the past 6 months, so I thought I had better look at some holes in my Dad's side. His Canadians have turned out to be mostly Loyalists, which means that they left America around the time of the Revolution.<br />
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I had previously determined that one line there, Herrington, had begun in New Brunswick with Loyalist Joseph Corbin Herrington, my 4x great grandfather, who arrived there in the Spring Fleet in May of 1783 as a single man. I haven't found anything about his origin. But his wife, Mercey Ryder, is another story!<br />
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Mercey's father, Ebenezer, was born in Chatham, Massachusetts on Cape Cod. His parents, John & Mary (Paine) moved the family to Southeast, NY when Ebenezer was four. He grew up, married, bought his own land there and raised a family of 7 children.<br />
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When the war started, Ebenezer stood with the Loyalists, which resulted in his property being confiscated and him being driven behind the British line. His wife, still in Southeast, lost an infant and then her own life in 1782. He then packed up his children, boarded "The Two Sisters," and headed for part of Nova Scotia (later to become New Brunswick), where they were promised 200 acres of Crown land and two years' provisions. ( I would guess that this is also what happened to the Herringtons.)<br />
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Ebenezer settled in Maugerville in the summer of 1783 and awaited his land grant. He died a year later, with his grant coming just 26 days later. The children ranged in age from 9 to 17, leaving Stephen, the eldest, to raise them.<br />
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<i>Signing of the Mayflower Compact</i></div>
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Now to get to the Founding Fathers part of the story! Ebenezer Ryder's mother was Mary Paine, whose father was Ebenezer Paine (1692 - 1762) of Cape Cod. He is descended from two Mayflower passengers - Stephen Hopkins (through his father Joseph Paine) and William Brewster (through his mother Patience Sparrow). Mary Paine also traces to William Brewster through her mother, Rebecca Mayo. Both men are my 11x great-grandfathers and both authored and signed the Mayflower Compact.<br />
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Stephen Hopkins was an adventurer who started out on a journey to Jamestown in 1609, having left his family in England. On the voyage, the ship hit a hurricane, was blown off course and shipwrecked on Bermuda. While there for 10 months, he was sentenced to death for mutiny, talked his way out of that and helped build 2 ships to carry them back to Virginia. He turned around the conditions of the settlers there, but returned to England upon learning of his wife Mary's death. A factual book on Stephen Hopkins' life is pictured below.)</div>
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He remarried, heard of the Mayflower journey and packed up his children and new wife to sail to America. His daughter Constance, also on the ship, is who I am descended from.</div>
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Constance married Col. Nicholas Snow who came over on the ship "Anne" in 1623. They moved to and founded Nauset, later called Eastham, on Cape Cod around 1645 with 6 others. He was the first town clerk, a deputy, surveyor of highways, constable and selectman. They had 12 children.</div>
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Their daughter Mary married Thomas Paine, Jr, another of the founders of Eastham, They had 11 children, including my ancestor Joseph Paine.</div>
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Joseph was town clerk of Harwich. He married Patience Sparrow and had 11 children.</div>
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William Brewster, his wife and 2 of his sons were passengers on the Mayflower. William was the only university educated passenger and a Separatist leader. Upon arrival in Plymouth, he became the senior elder of the colony, its religious leader and advisor to Gov. Bradford. He was granted land on the islands of Boston Harbor which bear his name. His daughter Patience, our ancestor, came over in July, 1823 on the "Anne."</div>
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<i>Likeness of William Brewster</i></div>
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Patience Brewster married Gov. Thomas Prence who had arrived on the "Fortune" in 1621. They had 4 children before her death, after which he married 3 more times. He served 3 terms as governor of Plymouth colony. He presided over Plymouth's first witch trial and is said to have handled it reasonably. He, too, helped found Eastham and was one of its biggest landowners on the Cape.</div>
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Their daughter Hannah married first Nathaniel Mayo and had 3 children before he died. She then married Captain Jonathan Sparrow. Jonathan Sparrow came here with his parents about 1632. He was a Lieutenant in King Philip's War, then Captain of the militia of Eastham; deputy, representative to the Massachusetts General Court and magistrate for many years. They had our ancestor Patience Sparrow, who married Joseph Paine.</div>
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As I've said before, one of my favorite things to do is to find living cousins. One such example began with trying to find out more about my great-grandmother's sisters. Her name was Pauline P. Hopkins and she had three sisters with which she was close.</div>
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This was back when I started family research, in 1987. The first thing I did was ask my grandfather, since they would have been his aunts. In his typical fashion, he did not have much to say, darn it! So I asked my grandmother, his wife. She told me that one was named Maggie, one was named Dell, and one they called Beck, which was short for Rebecca. I have in my notes that she told me that all three were married to men named William. She also told me how many children that each had. But I didn't know their married names. I don't remember if she told me their names, but I did not have them written down. I think at the time I wasn't really interested in collateral lines, but of course since then, I have learned just how important they can be!</div>
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More recently, when I decided to try to find them, my first place to search was the census. I found them with their parents, Melvin and Pauline Hopkins. But after that they were in the wind. I asked my mother if she remembered any of their last names and she came up with Elser for Adella. She was right, I managed to find Adella and her husband William Elser. I tracked down her granddaughters and we are planning a get together this spring</div>
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But the other two sisters proved a lot more difficult. I remember looking at the Social Security death Index for a woman named Rebecca that would've been born in March 1844 and living in the Philadelphia area. I found one that fit the bill, with the last name of Noblit. I then looked for her in the census, and in 1940, there she was with her husband William. I asked my mother if that name sounded familiar to her and she said perhaps. But no luck in previous census years.</div>
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I did sort of the same thing with Maggie, except I just searched the census for a Margaret married to a William living in the Philadelphia area of the same age. The one that seem to fit the bill was married to a William Taylor, but I had no proof that she was my Margaret. I tracked her family forward through her children and grandchildren and even great-grandchildren and had no luck getting a response from anyone I thought was related to her.</div>
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So one day I bit the bullet and sent away for the Social Security application of this Maggie's son Leander. When that came back and confirmed that Margaret Hopkins was his mother, I was excited. From time to time I would search and dig through obituaries and try to locate someone still living that was related, but the last name of Taylor made it sort of tricky.</div>
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Last year, when Ancestry released all of the Pennsylvania death certificates, I found Maggie and located her burial plot at the same cemetery as my grandparents. When I requested the plot card from Fernwood, I saw that she had a son named Melvin, (her father's name) and a daughter who died as a baby named Pauline, (her sister's & mother's name). Now I was even more determined, but still had no luck finding any descendants.</div>
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Just last summer, I contacted a woman that had Maggie on her Ancestry tree. She told me that her cousin was Maggie's granddaughter. I was so excited to finally find someone! I called this lovely woman named Helen, and had a wonderful conversation with her. She loves hearing all about the research I've done, and although she's 88 years old, she is as sharp as a tack and remembers everything! She sent me wonderful photos and filled in lots of blanks for me. This photo is Maggie, her husband and one of their mothers. I like to think it's her mother as the pose is very personal.</div>
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Still, I was bummed about Rebecca. (She was named for her grandmother, the long-suffering counterfeiter's wife, of whom I am very fond!) I tried to find a death record, an obituary, a marriage record, any clue at all, but had zero luck. I was starting to doubt this Noblit woman was my Rebecca. </div>
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So I again bit the bullet and ordered her Social Security application - it was my Rebecca! I renewed my efforts to find her and happened upon a 1910 Census in Philly of William Noblit with a wife Elizabeth. I jumped over to FamilySearch to check William Noblit's marriage record, saying out loud "OMG what if they were both married before?!" and there it was. He was married not once, but twice before he married a Rebecca H. Placket in 1932!! (I found Elizabeth's death record from 1919, after which he married a Florence Powell.)</div>
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So the digging commenced - sparks were flying as I clicked through records, learning more and more about Rebecca, her first husband Louis and their children. They had 5 or 6 children, but only 2 boys survived into adulthood - Melvin and Joseph, named for her father and her uncle. A set of twin girls were born prematurely (Pauline & Rosie) in 1904 and survived 1 and 3 days, not unusual at the time. But then things got a bit weird.</div>
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I'm confused - the 1920 Census showed Louis and his sons living together - no Rebecca. She is a roomer in another household, working as a laundress. In 1930, she is living at a Methodist Home for the Aged, working as a waitress. Louis is in Atlantic City, married to an Ida, with Melvin living there as well. Shared custody or preferring their dad, we'll not ever know.</div>
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I tracked their two sons forward in time, Melvin was straightforward - 1940 shows his wife and 2-year-old daughter in Atlantic City. Joseph was married with 4 children (Louis, Pauline, Rebecca & Frank) in Philadelphia in 1930. But I could NOT find him in 1940! What did pop up was a family with all of the same names & ages, in Philadelphia, but their last name was PERSICHETTI. I knew his father Louis Plaket was Italian, so maybe they went back to their real family name…not sure.</div>
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Then I found a news article from 1931 that may explain it. Joseph Plaket was arrested, with some other guys, for conspiracy to manufacture COUNTERFEIT MONEY! History repeats itself.</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">In the past few weeks I've had some killer breakthroughs in this elusive Phillips family. Yes, sometimes the angels smile down on City Hall.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">I finally got the chance to order (I should say reorder) the probate file for William Phillips, Sr. Back in December I had asked for it and the Register of Wills in Philadelphia told me they didn't have any file for him.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">Since my professional genealogist had made a list of several of the names I was looking for from the wills index when she visited there, I again asked for the file of a William Phillips from 1861, hoping it wasn't the guy that died three days before him of the same name!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">Lo and behold, I got a file. But it was confusing. Two or three of the papers included had names that I recognized from when I first educated myself about every William Phillips in Philadelphia during that time period. There was a wealthy William Phillips that bought a lot of property and died in 1845, and I remembered his sons names were Clement and Clifford. Well those were the names on these papers. (The last accounting of his estate wasn't until 1864, which explains how it wound up in this file.)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">I was briefly disappointed, thinking here we go again, I got the wrong file. But then I noticed on one paper the name Mary Ann Hocker, which was my William's daughter's name! As I looked through the pages, I realized that the rest of the file belonged to my William. YAY!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">They were mostly the accounting of his estate, such as who got how much money, who they had to pay funeral expenses, things like that. His son William Jr. was named the executor, which helped me out because then I knew he was still living in 1861.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">Throughout these papers it mentions William's will, but there was no will enclosed. What the heck? There was also an interesting line on the account that said William, Jr. had traveled to Bradford County and back and it had cost $20. I wondered what was in Bradford County? It also mentioned the names of people to which he had loaned money. I made a list of them so that I could research later and see if they gave me any clues.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">I shot an email to the pro genealogist and asked her was it possible that my William's will was in the file for the other William. She agreed that that could be likely. Our chance of recovering his will depended upon whether they were mixed up after the files were microfilmed in the 70s or if they were mixed up back in the 1800s. She agreed to check it out the next time she was at their office.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">Lucky for me, she (along with the most wonderful employee there - Claudine) found the missing will! It was an amazing handwritten 3 page document. And oh my gosh, what a treasure trove of information! The question about Bradford County was answered; William Sr. owned a 100 acre farm in Bradford County, Pennsylvania upon which, I found out later, his son Joseph Phillips lived!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"> </span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">In the Name
of God Amen…</span></i></div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I William
Phillips Sr of Germantown 22<sup>nd</sup> Ward City of Philadelphia State of
Pennsylvania now being deceased in body but of sound mind…considering the
uncertainty of life…etc. </span></i></div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">…My Last
Will and Testament…</span></i></div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">First …that
all my debts and funeral expenses be duly paid and considered as soon as
conveniently may be after my decease…</span></i></div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Item I give
and bequeath unto my son Richard
Phillips Six Hundred Dollars it is a mortgage against a House and Lot in
Kensington, </span></i></div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Item I give
and bequeath unto my son William
Phillips One thousand dollars it being a Mortgage against his Property</span></i></div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Item I give
and bequeath unto my daughter Mary Ann
Hocker the interest of Eighteen hundred Dollars as long as she lives and at
her decease it is to be divided in the following manner, Martha Hocker daughter of Mary Ann Hocker is to have Five hundred
Dollars, Mary Hocker is to have One
hundred Dollars, Mason Hocker is to
have One hundred Dollars, Mary Phillips,
daughter of William Phillips is to have One hundred dollars Mary Carpenter Daughter of Richard
Phillips One hundred Dollars…Janette
[sic] Phillips Daughter of William
Phillips is to have One hundred Dollars, John Phillips son of Richard Phillips.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Two hundred Dollars, Charles
Phillips children. Son of Richard
Phillips, his children Three hundred Dollars to be equally divided among
them. Elizabeth Hall daughter of William
Phillips is to have One hundred Dollars, Caroline Phillips daughter of Joseph Phillips is to have One
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Item I give
and bequeath unto my son Joseph Phillips
my farm situate on the western part of Pennsylvania, Bradford Township
containing one hundred<a href="" name="_GoBack"></a> acres more or less of land to have
the interest of it as long as he lives and at his death his widow is to have
the interest of it for her and her children and at her death it is to be sold
and equally divided among my son Joseph
Phillip’s children. If Joseph
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">And lastly I nominate, constitute and appoint
my said son William Phillips of the city of Philadelphia, shoemaker, to be the
Executor of this my Last Will and Testament…etc.</span></i></div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Dated 9<sup>th</sup> November 1859<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Signature<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Witnessed:<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>William
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">Well, after reading that, I was off to the races. I needed to find William, Jr. and Joseph Phillips and their families.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">I had already suspected who in Philadelphia was my William Jr. My suspicions were confirmed when I noticed he lived next-door to one of the men William, Sr. had made a loan to!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"> William Jr. was a shoemaker and had his own shoe store, which is probably why his father didn't leave him money, but did leave most to his widowed daughter. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">When I found Junior's death certificate, it contained the genealogical equivalent of the Holy Grail - his birthplace was noted as Portsmouth, England!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">Joseph proved a little trickier, but I found him. It was very easy to know I had the correct Joseph Phillips when I looked at his children's names. They were: Richard (his brother's name), Caroline (his sister's name), and William (his brother's and his father's name).</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"> The farm was in the Troy township in Bradford County. I'll still need to find out how and when it was acquired.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">So now I also have the signatures of William Sr., William, Jr., and my 4X great-grandmother Margaret Phillips thanks to these copies :-) I love collecting their signatures, they are so personal.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">I </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">did Ancestry DNA in 2011 and it's never really helped me with anything. Well, it has shown me a few distant distant cousins that I can figure out our common ancestor(s). But, between incomplete trees (or no tree) plus no response to an emailed inquiry, it's been just "Meh." Either no one related has tested or there just aren't many cousins out there.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">For a long time, there's been this guy, Ron W., that has been ranked a "Very High" match to me, but his tree is sparse and showed no common surnames. We communicated a little, but didn't have much to go on.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">Last summer, I decided to dig around in his tree a bit looking at women missing surnames to see if I could figure them out and find something in common. Did one woman, but found nothing common. Did another named Mary Ann </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">whose husband was Christopher Hocker.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"> I found the undertaker's record for her adult daughter Martha and it showed Mary Ann's maiden name - Phillips! The 1880 census said Mary Ann was born in PA and showed her parents as being born in England. I sent Ron the info and said "Maybe this is our link, I have Phillips born in England too," and left it at that.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">A couple of weeks ago, practicing my "just keep looking - dumb luck happens" philosophy, I went on Genealogy Bank thinking about early 1800s marriages of Phillips family members in Philadelphia. Imagine my delight when I found a February, 1830 marriage of Mary Ann Phillips to Christopher Hocker and - get this - it said she was the daughter of William Phillips of Frankford. That was my 5X great-grandfather's name and residence! (The name Hocker didn't ring a bell so many months after I originally found it, and remember, back then I didn't even know about William, so even had I found it, it had little meaning.)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">Later that night, I was perusing hints from other peoples' trees for her, and there was the tree from the guy who had just sent me the court document, not a surprise. But, right under him was Ron W's tree - DING DING DING!! </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">I couldn't believe my eyes!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">With our close DNA match, that pretty much confirmed she is Richard's sister. I sent Ron the news and the court case - Ron's grandfather was the plaintiff of that case.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">It is an amazing document. It lists other bequests from Mary Ann and her daughter to the grandchildren - including "silver marked W.M.P.," most likely William M. Phillips. There are some deeds listed as relevant to the case. I race to my computer to find and read them with my fingers crossed.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">One deed of 1893 (Mary Ann's death year) starts out "William Phillips Sr. of Germantown after making his last will & testament dated November {illegible} Mary Ann Hocker {gibberish}," then goes on later with "The said Mary Hocker (that's Mary Ann's oldest daughter) named in the will of William Phillips Sr aforesaid subsequently intermarried with Edw Williams and died intestate..." then it's illegible again. Holy Moley!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">Wait...the Register of Wills said there was no file for him. Since the deed online is so hard to read, I called the City Archives to see if better copies can be made and they said it was possible. Hopefully that will lead me to the correct probate file.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">I also looked back at the 1850 Census that I suspected was William, still wondering if it's him. Head of household was a wealthy woman named Mary A. Burt, then was an Eliza Burt. Next was William, an old lady Ann Doal, then a family named Hecker. OMG, not HECKER! The enumerator spelled it wrong or it was transcribed wrong.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">It was actually Mary Ann HOCKER, with her 3 kids (her husband Christopher died in 1847). I could never locate the Burts or Heckers in the City Directories or 1860 Census. Now I know why! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">I still haven't found a link to the Burt women, but maybe in time.<br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">This Phillips family has been quite a ride! (Read my last 2 posts for more background.) I've located and talked to 2 other cousins that share the Hopkins/Phillips family with me. Both are granddaughters of sisters of my great-grandmother Pauline Phillips Hopkins (married to James S. Caterson, Jr.). We are planning a spring get together.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">One sent me this delightful photo of her grandmother Maggie Hopkins and her husband William Taylor ca 1915. We are not sure who the older woman is, but with the familiar way in which Maggie is leaning on her, my money is on it being her mother, Pauline Phillips who married Melvin Hopkins. She is my great-great grandmother.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">I've looked long and hard for the origin of the patriarch of my Phillips family in Philadelphia, Richard Phillips, born ca. 1796. I knew he was born in England, and came to this country fairly early in his life. I have a deed where he was given a house in exchange for a debt in 1823, and that really helped pin it down a little.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">Over time, I have searched naturalization records, passenger lists, and other online resources but have yet to find anything definitive.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">One day, while digging around in his family tree, I noticed something interesting. Richard had named one of his sons William. William, in turn, had named one of <i>his</i> sons William. Richard's daughter, Mary Jane Carpenter, had given her son the name William Phillips Carpenter, who named one of his sons the same.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">It dawns on me that this name William must have some significance in the Phillips family. The most logical explanation would be that perhaps Richard's father had that name.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">I pop on over to Family Search, and go to the Philadelphia death records. I put in the search: William Phillips, born in England between 1765 and 1780. One result that pops up looks promising. So I click on the link to see the document and start reading. William Phillips, Sr., born in England, check; born in 1776, check; died in 1861, occupation tailor, buried Baptist Ground Frankford. Could be...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">As I get to the bottom of the certificate I notice the address where this William Phillips died, 581 Wharton Street. It looked familiar to me. So I quickly look at Richard's death certificate and lo and behold the addresses are the same! Richard died on March 7, 1861 and his father William died in the same house on May 28, 1861.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"> (1861 was a bad year for the Phillips men - Richard's son William died in November that year.)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">His death notice stated that he was a soldier in the War of 1812 and that his funeral would be at the residence of his late son Richard Phillips, and gave the address. It also said that he would be buried at Frankford.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">I did the happy dance so familiar to us genealogists when we find something significant :-)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">The next day I sent a letter to the Philadelphia Register of Wills to see if they had a file for William. A couple weeks later they said there was no record found. Darnit.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">I now know that the name William Phillips is pretty popular during the early to mid-1800s in Philadelphia. I have dug through all of the city directories for that timeframe and still haven't really definitively found him. I cannot find him in the 1860 census. I did locate what could be him in the 1850 census living with two families I couldn't tie to him, so I'm not sure.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">I dug through a whole bunch of naturalizations with no luck. I also waded through the Philly index of deeds and came up empty.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">The conclusions so far: William was here by 1814; Richard came here with or to join his father; if there is a William, Sr. it stands to reason there is a William, Jr.; they may have been Baptist (Richard's daughter Caroline was married by a Baptist minister) and William had some ties to the Frankford area of Philadelphia as he was buried there.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">I did get help from a Philadelphia genealogist to try to find more about this family, but the results have been lukewarm at best. It's a tough time period and at this point, everything is a fishing expedition. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">But that's not the end of this story. Technology assists in a breakthrough in my next post.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span>Peggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05503251297631575092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890642279537863600.post-26379225505441130082015-02-08T12:22:00.000-08:002018-10-16T12:36:18.021-07:00The 4 Rs of GenealogyOK, I've been AWOL from this blog for a couple of years. I had a project that took over for about two years, so genealogy was sporadic. But I'M BAAAACK!!!<br />
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I've had a few cool discoveries in the past few months, so I will share them with you.<br />
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I run hot and cold on family research -- sometimes I'm so tired of not finding stuff that my drive wanes a bit. During those periods, I go to my Ancestry tree and track peripheral lines forward in time. I love seeing what happened to people, plus I love finding living cousins to share info with, so this helps to get me over my "bored" hump.<br />
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Other times, I'm ticked at my brick walls and that makes me go back and <b><i>rethink</i></b>, <b><i>reanalyze</i></b>, <b><i>reassess</i></b> and <b><i>renew</i></b> the search.<br />
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My Phillips family are real buggers. Everything happened in the difficult period of 1800-1850: before civil registration of vital records and before the census showed everyone in a household by name.<br />
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The patriarch, Richard, blessed me with a goldmine of a will written one day before he died in 1861. (Read about it <b><a href="http://pegslist.blogspot.com/2011/07/brick-walls-of-philadelphia.html" target="_blank">HERE</a></b>) His son that I descend from died in 1857, his wife died in 1865 (the same day as President Lincoln!), leaving their children to be raised by Richard's wife, their grandmother Margaret. Only one of Richard's children lived a long life.<br />
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Due to those early marriages, I don't know either woman's maiden name. Their religious affiliations look scattered about, so it ain't gonna be easy to find them!<br />
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So over the summer, while employing the four Rs, I decided to dig into the man that was co-executor of Richard's will with Margaret. John H. Kinsley is on the 1860 Census in Philadelphia as a 37 year old blacksmith living with what appears to be his mother. Not much help. Can't find him for sure in 1850 or 1870, so I head to Genealogy Bank to see what may be in the newspapers. This marriage announcement appears on May 30, 1847:<br />
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He was married to a <b>Caroline B. Phillips</b>! She would be of the correct age to be Richard's daughter. But, since she wasn't in Richard's will, nor mention of her children, that meant she hadn't lived until 1861.<br />
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(I did finally find them living together in the 1850 Census, close neighbors of Caroline's brother Charles and his wife, my 3X great grandparents.)<br />
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Between newspapers, death records and cemetery/funeral records, the sad tale unfolded. Their daughter Kate died at age 2 in March, 1853. A month earlier, John Jr. died at 9 months of age.<br />
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In April of 1855, Caroline gave birth to a baby girl named Caroline. Then the mother died on May 9th. Baby Caroline only lived until August 10th. This poor family!<br />
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John himself remarried and had two daughters. He died in 1903 at age 78. A lot of Ancestry trees have this John with a different first wife and a passel of kids. But the plot record at Oddfellows tells the real story. John was buried with his first wife and their three children (and his mother). We are certain it's the same man because his grown daughter Jennie is listed as holding the deed and ordering a grave marker when they were all moved to Lawnview in 1951.<br />
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Coincidentally, Caroline's sister named one of her daughters after her, before Caroline died. That Caroline had one child, named Caroline also, but they both died shortly after the baby was born.<br />
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Had I not gone digging for that executor, I never would have known Caroline B. Phillips even existed.<br />
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I have a whole section of my website devoted to this family, with documents attached <b><a href="http://pegslist.org/Phillips_Family.html" target="_blank">HERE</a></b>.<br />
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UPDATE: I found the little marker on their graves in the huge field at Lawnview, thanks to the wonderful groundskeeper. I was skeptical (you always hear about bodies not actually being moved where they say they are) but this place took their job very seriously. They said if there was no obvious remains at the original grave, they dug up the dirt and boxed it up for reburial here. That makes me happy!<br />
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I admit it. Until recently, I didn't really utilize Land Records much in my research. What a mistake! Property records are RICH with genealogical information.<br />
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No matter what happened to church, civil, census and other mainstream records, you can count on the property transactions to be reconstructed first. Land was, and is, important. And many are available on the Net.<br />
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Look at the above deed's (from MD State Archives) first paragraph: It says so much! It tells us that Richard & Nicholas Hopkins are brothers; that their father is Gerrard, and that his will in which he left them this property was written in 1741. It also tells us where they lived at the time, although you must take old boundaries into account.<br />
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I recently found, just by dumb luck, that Philadelphia's property records are on line, and have been for 5 years! No mention is made on the City Archives website of the free indexes or the subscription-based deed books. They also have "Parcel Explorer" on which you can trace the chain of ownership of an address from 1865 forward to the present. (You do need to be aware of street name changes.)<br />
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<i><b>Entry in land register books of lot #177, owner in 1869 and previous owner Margaret Phillips</b></i></div>
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These very documents lead to me finding the brother of my 3x great grandfather and his family. Charles R. Phillips (my 3XGG) died in 1857 while his children were young. His wife and kids lived with his parents, Richard & Margaret Phillips. When Richard died in 1861, he had a will written just one day before his death, leaving property to his wife, sons William B. & J. Wills Phillips, his daughter Mary Jane Carpenter, and the children of his deceased son Charles R. Phillips. (read this story <b><a href="http://pegslist.blogspot.com/2011/07/brick-walls-of-philadelphia.html" target="_blank">HERE</a></b>.)<br />
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Until last month, I could not find J. Wills Phillips, and I had been looking for a year! I found a likely death certificate for a John W. in Philly in 1864 (it showed his residence as the same address his sister lived at one time). But really nothing else. No census, no city directories. The other siblings were easy - not J. Wills darn it.<br />
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So when I found the deed indexes, I located several for Margaret Phillips, who was executrix of her husband's will, along with John Kinsley. I looked up each deed and to my delight, found this:<br />
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In 1866, Angelina D. Mackenbur, widow of John Wills Phillips, is asking for the sale of the property left by Richard Phillips to his son and therefore to her 2 minor children, John H. & Enos P. Phillips of Washington, DC! (She had subsequently married a Joseph Mackenbur in DC.)<br />
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Now I was off to the races! Found John in the Census in DC (I remembered seeing the 1860 one, but had no proof it was him.) Tracked his descendants forward and got in touch with some of them. All because of one deed! Still don't know why he was in Philly when he died, but oh well.<br />
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Property records also helped me knock down a brick wall in New Brunswick, Canada. Family Search has the indexes and deed books online for free and I was able to track back 2 generations on one line, thanks to the inheritance by sons of their father's property.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">No, not the musical act, but actual cousins of my father's from Sweden, here in the US for a visit!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Twenty-something years ago, my grandmother had given me the addresses of two of her first cousins in Sweden, from where both of her parents had emigrated. Her mother, Jenny Margreta Gustafsson, and her sisters had left behind their parents, a sister and one brother, Gustaf Hjalmer, who was much younger.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hjalmer married and had 2 sons before losing his first wife. He married again and had a daughter, Anna Maria. My grandmother had stayed in touch will all 3 of them over the years. She and her sisters had travelled there several times.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I started corresponding with Anna Maria in the 80's while our children were very young. We shared information back & forth, but eventually lost touch.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This spring, someone had copied some info from my Ancestry tree from this family and I wrote them to say I had lots more not on there. She wrote back to say that her cousin, Anna Maria, would be more interested in that! She was referring to my grandmother's cousin - I was so excited to be put back in touch with her!!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well, we emailed back & forth a bit, then she told me her son, EG, would be in the US for 3 months working. As he was only going to be 1.5 hours from me, I offered to have him meet his many American cousins! We Skyped ahead of time; they both speak English really, really well!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Needless to say, we've had a blast this summer! He attended a few family gatherings before finding out that his mother had decided to hop on a plane to meet us all too! (I guess we hadn't overwhelmed him too much) Anna Maria came for a week that was chock full of family and fun!</span><br />
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<i>My dad with Anna Maria (note the Swedish Flag!)</i></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We held a luncheon at my parents' and invited my grandmother's sister's granddaughters whom I had never met. They brought photos and stories and were thrilled to be all together. That was also the first time I met Anna Maria, which was fabulous. My face hurt from smiling so much!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She brought with her some incredible family treasures for us as well. Wonderful photos of ancestors (scroll down to bottom), some original paintings by a local artist of their town, a hand-painted Swedish horse, a book written about the town (Vreta Kloster) the family lived in written by a grandson of my 3x great grandfather. It even features a whole chapter on him - - of course the book is in Swedish. I will be working on translating that, you can bet!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Anna Maria & EG headed to Philly for a walkabout, then to the airport the next day as she headed home to Sweden. After that, we had a farewell party for EG, and went to an Orioles game. EG leaves tomorrow and we will miss them both. They had a wonderful time here and said they will be back!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Getting to meet and spend time with these relatives from so far away truly enriched my life and I am so grateful for it.</span><br />
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So, the last time I wrote about Samuel G. Hopkins, my 3x great-grandfather, I was pretty much just waiting and hoping for a chance to go to the Nat'l Archives #2 in College Park to search the Secret Service's files. He was a five-time convicted counterfeiter in Baltimore and Philadelphia. As such, the Secret Service, at that time part of the Treasury Department, would hold the records of counterfeit investigations. The listings at the National Archives show not only investigative files but photos as well. I was hoping against hope to at least find some information on his family as this was a major brick wall. (See previous posts <a href="http://pegslist.blogspot.com/2011/02/eureka.html"><b>HERE</b></a> and <b><a href="http://pegslist.blogspot.com/2011/02/meanwhile.html">HERE</a></b>.)</div>
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As I wrote before, the Hopkins name was so common in Baltimore in the 1800s that you couldn't swing a dead cat without hitting one! I had found a brother Benjamin listed as brother-in-law in a death notice for Samuel's wife Rebecca, but could never locate his death certificate. I traced his family forward to the present but no one alive could help.</div>
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I noticed an Ann E. Hopkins living with Samuel in Baltimore in 1850 who was the right age to be his sister. In later census records she is living with a Charlotte and a Sophia Hopkins and listed as their niece. When looking into their deaths and probate records, the name Richard H Hopkins showed up as administrator. When I searched for him in the census, it showed him as a bailiff in a Baltimore City Court. I also found his death notice from 1917 at age 90, but I had no idea if he was related.</div>
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Ann Hopkin's death certificate showed her as being buried at the Friends Cemetery on Harford Road in Baltimore. There is a book published that lists most of the burials there and it showed hers along with the notation of "daughter of Richard Hopkins and Mary Ann Gover." But again I had no proof that she was related and had had no luck in finding out anything about this couple except a marriage in 1817 in Baltimore.</div>
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Fast-forward to this month. Through the Random Acts of Genealogical Kindness Facebook page I found a volunteer to go to the National Archives and look up Samuel's Secret Service records. Much to my delight, he found the following two ledger entries containing information on my little criminal. It also contained a reference to a photograph in their files as well. This RAOGK volunteer went back a second time to locate the photograph but had no luck as the index and the actual photo files did not jive. On the second trip though he hit a gold mine in another ledger entry about Samuel!</div>
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One brother a crier in Judge Dobbin's Court, another employed at a DC post office, a third in business in Baltimore! Woo hoo! (You can see the ledgers<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><b><a href="http://pegslist.org/SH-SSRec.html" target="_blank">HERE</a></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">.)</span></div>
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I started looking at the Census, having been reminded of the bailiff listed above, and searched GenealogyBank newspapers for Judge Dobbins. Who pops up but Richard Hall Hopkins, second cousin to Johns Hopkins died 1917 and worked for Judge Dobbins! Because he died in 1917 I stood a very good chance of finding his death certificate containing his parents' information! (His obit said he was born in Carroll County, but now I know differently.)</div>
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I also searched the census in Washington DC for a Hopkins with a similar job to that mentioned at the post office. The only one I found that came close was a Philip G. Hopkins who worked at, of all things, the Treasury Department! How in the heck does the brother of a counterfeiter get a job as a clerk at the Treasury Department!? He previously lived in Baltimore, working as a clerk in a counting house.</div>
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Through another RAOGK volunteer, I just received Richard Hopkins death certificate, listing his parents as Richard Hopkins and Mary Gover, both born in Harford County Maryland! Family Search had a record of Philip Hopkins' and his wife's deaths in DC that also listed his place of birth as Harford County and his middle name as Gover!</div>
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So now I just need a one generation bridge from Richard and Mary Ann back to their parents to complete the connection to the famous Hopkins family that started out in Anne Arundel County. (Gerrard Hopkins and the Gover family both left Anne Arundel County for Harford County in the 1700s)<br />
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Then for the last surprise of this whole mission, when looking through newspapers I found an article in 1848 Baltimore Sun, showing that a Philip Hopkins and Richard Hopkins Jr. had been arrested for -- you guessed it -- counterfeiting! They were found not guilty as the victim could not i.d. them.</div>
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Flipping through some new Pennsylvania records on Family Search today yielded me a document that took my breath away.<br />
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My ex-husband's paternal grandfather, Percy Ingles, was a twin who's mother died when he was 2 and father died when he was 3. He and his brother were raised by their maternal grandmother and maiden aunts. Since this couple died so young, there isn't much about them to find. (Read a previous blog post about them <b><a href="http://pegslist.blogspot.com/2011/06/homers-odyssey.html">HERE</a></b>.)<br />
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I figured Homer Ingles and Annie Jukes had been married at her church in WV or MD. But to my utter surprise and delight, here was their marriage license from his hometown, Uniontown, PA!<br />
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As if that wasn't cool enough, it bore their signatures. I was VERKLEMPT! (I love finding sigs)<br />
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Homer and Annie are one of my favorites, due to the challenges I faced finding their records and graves back 25 years ago when I embarked on this <strike>obsession</strike> hobby.<br />
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[Keep in mind that I admit that I have a really bad attitude about records in Pennsyltucky, because they are all over the darned place in that state, making it really tough to find stuff! Just when you think you know where to find something, SURPRISE! "Sorry ma'am, I think they keep those down at the old barn behind where Doc Brown's outhouse used to be..."]**<br />
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Thanks to Family Search, genealogy research there is moving into the 21st century. Almost.<br />
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<i>**Don't send me hate mail, this frustration has built up in me for years!</i>Peggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05503251297631575092noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890642279537863600.post-61934881773176843712012-06-19T09:42:00.000-07:002012-06-19T09:42:08.912-07:00Enz Family Reunion!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Saturday, in the city of brotherly love, over 50 descendants of the Enz family gathered to meet, learn and share information about the original Enz immigrants that came to America from Drackenstein, Germany.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">People came from as far away as Oregon. The oldest person there just turned 89. There are only 8 living grandchildren of the immigrants and we had 4 with us. Incredible living treasures.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I had only talked on the phone to most of them, having dialed them up to say "I think we are related!" Surprisingly, no one hung up on me!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This family represents a small branch of my mother's family, but what a force they are! The 6 immigrants produced over 50 children, although not all survived to adulthood. This family's surname in America died out in 1941 when my 2x great grandfather passed away, but it still going strong in Germany. (He had 8 daughters and his brother's only son had daughters.)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">All of this came about because of a gift from the past...letters written from our immigrant ancestors to their families back home in Germany. Letters so precious, they were kept safe for well over a hundred years! The clues in these letters piqued my curiosity about the people who wrote and were written about, and I started digging with earnest. I have written many blog entries about these letters and the letters themselves (with translations) are all posted on <a href="http://www.EnzFamily.net./"><b>www.EnzFamily.net.</b></a></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I showed a video about the family's beginnings as an overview for attendees. (It is on YouTube <b><a href="http://youtu.be/jkytjmqIUiM" target="_blank">HERE</a></b>.) </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I also made a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://enzfamily.net/ENZ_BOOKLET.pdf" target="_blank"><b>booklet</b></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">for each attendee to take home with photos, documents and info on the early family history.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then a cousin who traveled to Drackenstein showed photos and videos of his two trips there. It was incredible to see the churches, homes, fields and towns they walked. </span><br />
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My father's parents, Vernon Masterman and Hazel Peterson, were married on February 12, 1933 in Everett, Massachusetts. There was a blizzard that day that threatened to postpone the festivities, but Yankee determination won out!</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">Here is a photo of Vernon's parents, Filmore "Hunter" Masterman and Jennie McMonagle on their wedding trip to his birthplace, Weld, Maine. They were married on June 10, 1903 in Framingham, Mass. She was born in Nova Scotia and emigrated in ???? I'd sleep with one eye open if I were married to a woman that good with a rifle!</span></div>
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<br /></div>Peggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05503251297631575092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890642279537863600.post-44225152537359934642012-05-02T12:17:00.000-07:002012-05-02T12:17:36.176-07:00Random WritingThese are a few odd letters in the group from Germany, but rather than coming from America, they are from family members that never left the country.<br />
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These first two are from the eldest of the Enz children, my 2x great grandfather's brother Sebastian. They are from 1862 and 1863. The first must have been to August Enz, who came to America in 1868. He was the first in his family to do so.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>I received your letter of [September] 29<sup>th</sup>. I am
glad to hear that you are well. I did not leave my position yet because the new
assistant has to learn the business. I had to promise my supervisor to stay for
the length of this purpose. For that he promised me to undertake the necessary
steps to help me to enter the public service. Until now nothing in that regard has
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Within the next days I will do everything necessary myself.
I have to go to Heidelberg for this purpose. I do not know the date yet, that
is why it will be difficult to meet each other. However, I am hoping to visit
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Kind regards to you, your loving brother Sebastian</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>I was very delighted about the gift from Engelbert. I can
just imagine how much he liked the book that mother brought from Einsiedeln and
how much brotherly love it took to give it to me. I was so pleased with it that
I kissed it. The wool socks were very much needed, too. I have some unpleasant
news: I will leave Eberbach on the 15<sup>th</sup> of this month. </i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>I was fired on October 2<sup>nd</sup>, after a small
exchange of words. I was told that I was not needed anymore and that I could go
whenever I please. I did not receive the money that I saved up this year yet; I
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>I have not heard anything from August all summer long. I
sent him the letter I took from home. Since I did not receive an answer I did
not write a second letter. In my letter I did not say anything else than what I
recommended before, that is why I consider his silence naughty. If I will get
the position I have in prospect I will send several unnecessary things home; mostly
extra books which are too heavy to carry. Please keep those until I need them
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>I will find a place in my old or my new home. It is getting
serious with Schleswig-Holstein.
There will be no <a href="" name="_GoBack"></a>positive results for Germany, however,
least of all for the Holsteins. The Prussians and the Austrians will shoot each
other just like in ’48 and then go home again. </i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Kind regards to you and to my siblings, especially affectionate
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not tell anyone, I want to do everything verbally. Otherwise I would not even be
able to start. However, I have valid reasons to leave Kirchheim. I made
arrangements with my employer, too, which she reluctantly agreed to. It really
does not work out. It is clear to
me that it would kill my heart and my soul. If I would write down everything
that I have experienced within the last 14 days, dear mother, you would throw
your hands up in horror. I am thinking fleeing and I would do it right away,
but my embarrassment and my pride prevent me from it. With 1 month you could
say she was not ready to be gone longer than for one month. My resolution is to
learn cooking and sewing this winter, so that I can find further employment.
Anyway, I learned to cherish my home. I never want to go away again. I want to
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Year’s</u>! Please inquire regarding learning to sew, and please get the eggs
and the butter. And please press the dresses I sent to my cousin. I am and
always will be your grateful daughter Elis, and affectionate regards to all of
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business, thank you for that. In case Josephine, my childhood friend, needs
anything, you can sell her something, but at a reasonable price. It’s just that
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the war. I am visiting my daughter in a place called Allentown in the
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I'll say it again - the coolest thing about researching your family history is collecting live cousins!<br />
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With the help of those wonderful letters, Google, GenealogyBank.com and even the 1940 Census/stevemorse.org and a lot of luck, my cousin collection is HUGE!<br />
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I started planning a get together for this June for the descendants of this branch of my family that the boomerang letters have given so much insight into. It has grown so large that I split it off from my website to it's own! I still have a ton of docs to add, and a few new letters, but these things are truly never finished! Check out <a href="http://www.EnzFamily.net/">www.EnzFamily.net</a><br />
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I have located at least one descendant from each of my great-great grandfather's 5 siblings that came to the US and the same for his own 8 daughters, (two children of theirs are still living!) except one that has proven difficult (I'm not giving up!) Everyone I've contacted is very gracious, helpful and happy to share and receive info. I have learned so much!<br />
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We plan to have a day-long meeting, slideshow of photos and even Skype with the cousins in Germany that day. It is going to be amazing.Peggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05503251297631575092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890642279537863600.post-25495899330947058262012-03-27T10:51:00.000-07:002012-03-27T10:51:58.527-07:00Farewell...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFmM9jnjaKxQmzOP2TKsh-_PokFLsBVETjHB7P_jZUg3Dp7VmLiyAlQko_HJamID0sYK_NaqO3pVUMJeFzFeLRSwSGc4KM2Oj1RT4Cq_NCz_fIhevAHwLap4IxuWUCCvBVCEcuET-ZVW4n/s1600/Joseph.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFmM9jnjaKxQmzOP2TKsh-_PokFLsBVETjHB7P_jZUg3Dp7VmLiyAlQko_HJamID0sYK_NaqO3pVUMJeFzFeLRSwSGc4KM2Oj1RT4Cq_NCz_fIhevAHwLap4IxuWUCCvBVCEcuET-ZVW4n/s400/Joseph.jpg" width="281" /></a></div><br />
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This is the last of my great-great-grandfather's letters to his family in Germany that I have. I'm so sad! I do have 2 that appear to be from his brother Sebastian in 1889 & 1891 that I will get translated next.<br />
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Joseph Enz, the author of this letter, died 13 months later. The photo above has written on the back "Born Sept. 24, 1860 Died Jan. 24, 1941 Fri. 6:40 am." He was 80 years old and died of esophageal cancer at his home in Philadelphia.<br />
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Again, George is Joseph's nephew, his brother Englebert's son and father of Hermann Enz who gave us these letters. The Daubenschutz family is Joseph's mother's family.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Dear Georg and Martha, </i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Received your letter after 30 days. I saw that you are doing well, pretty well during the wartime. Everybody hopes that it will end better than the last time. This is a different Germany now, strong and united. Stay together, this way the Reich can never lose. I saw in the newspapers that there are still traitors and other sorts of people who are capable of anything - just like here. </i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 291.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"><i> </i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 291.0pt;"><i>Dear Georg and Martha, we are still pretty hale and hearty. I am mostly at home. Working - no, that is impossible now. Nobody wants old people, there are enough young people, but they do not want to work. They prefer to go out by night and rob stores, people, banks - pays better than work. Often they are caught in the act and almost shot, it does not take very long. Aunt goes travelling once in a while for 1 week. Of course only when a machine [car] comes and picks her up, because walking does not work well anymore. I would love to travel, too, but it costs too much. </i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 291.0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 291.0pt;"><i>Everything became really expensive since the war broke out, but everything is available in abundance. Speculation is for others, I have to hold the few dollars that I still have together. Food and drink are still reasonably priced, but the beer became too expensive. It is also not as good as in the past (chemicals), too young. </i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 291.0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 291.0pt;"><i>Dear Georg, did you not overexert yourself while writing the [last] letter, because it was the best one that you ever wrote? Of course I still knew them all, Georg and Valentin <s>Bock</s> Borch. Often on Sundays and winter evenings, when his father was still alive (he was a good man), I and Joachim Dauberschütz played Gaigel<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6890642279537863600#_ftn1" name="_ftnref" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]-->[1]<!--[endif]--></span></span></a>, also because of the pretty maid. I believe (Justine Link) was her name from Werterheim<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6890642279537863600#_ftn2" name="_ftnref" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]-->[2]<!--[endif]--></span></span></a>. I wonder if she is still alive? I would like to send her my regards from the far away America. She would be surprised. There probably won’t be many alive anymore from the old guard. Are Margarete and Christine Dauberschütz still alive? They are sisters of Joachim, please say hello to them. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If I can (I was not able before), I will visit them. Hopefully there will be peace soon </i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 291.0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 291.0pt;"><i>and the war is over, maybe I will have enough money so that I can sell a house [sic]. But I won’t be able to go alone; my eyes are not good anymore, especially at night. God willing, we hope for the best. </i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 291.0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 291.0pt;"><i>Dear Georg and Martha, I can’t write everything from my family since that is too much. I do not like to write much anymore in general. Here is an overview: I have 8 daughters, +Josephine+ (Louis Sophie)(Anna Maria)(Rosa Theresia) Regina Creszentia (Clara Kathrina)(Florence Evangeline)(Emma Gertrud). <u>Grandchildren:</u> I cannot write all the names, as of now there are (23). <u>Great-grandchildren</u> are as of now (8), some are dead already. Now you can see for yourself how big our family is. Some are wealthy, too, but they do not give anything away. Way too American, they do not want to know anything anymore from the old German Swabs<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6890642279537863600#_ftn3" name="_ftnref" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]-->[3]<!--[endif]--></span></span></a>. If they want it that way, I don’t care. <a href="" name="_GoBack"></a></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 291.0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 291.0pt;"><i>Dear Georg, I have a small favor to ask you. Every month I receive an issue of the Schwabenland und seine Umgebung<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"> <a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6890642279537863600#_ftn4" name="_ftnref" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn;" title=""><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]-->[4]<!--[endif]--></span></a></span>, could you be nice and pay my subscription of 10 marks? This is not too much to ask, you can deduct it from the interest. Because you still know the sum, you know how much it is, and how many years. I think it is not too much to ask. Until now I did not write you a lot, but it had to happen at least one time. Am I not worth an answer or a greeting from sister Marie? ---But it is not yet---? </i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 291.0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 291.0pt;"><i>Again, cordial wishes from uncle, aunt. Please say hello to the Minister, I have not heard anything from him for a long time. Does he still receive the Catholic newspaper? The Minister Stegmeier did not say anything. Did he receive my regards from America and did he remember me?</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 291.0pt;"><br />
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</i></div><div class="MsoFootnoteText">I have some great news to share about some more cousins to this Enz family that I have found! More on that and a plan for a reunion in Philadelphia this summer!</div></div></div><!--EndFragment-->Peggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05503251297631575092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890642279537863600.post-81107634794544058462012-03-10T13:38:00.003-08:002012-03-13T14:00:54.864-07:00DENMARK - More than pastry and big dogs!<div class="MsoNormal"><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeU4czXFmsuQHtfZPghB8EZrGAopPlWa-aiDzvQKeGOrppRHJDRqa6Hy0-gMF9Mn6tRAllrg4tJWdf6VI_TDo1qj_zAne45pUlTnOAWZPH_LOCPp3UGcve7WPEbiRcMfXJw3kzRTtOPgEz/s1600/denmark.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeU4czXFmsuQHtfZPghB8EZrGAopPlWa-aiDzvQKeGOrppRHJDRqa6Hy0-gMF9Mn6tRAllrg4tJWdf6VI_TDo1qj_zAne45pUlTnOAWZPH_LOCPp3UGcve7WPEbiRcMfXJw3kzRTtOPgEz/s400/denmark.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="380" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><b>Map of Denmark, "A" indicates location of Gimlinge & Flakkebjerg</b></span></i></div><div style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">All I know about Denmark is that I love the pastry and their ginormous dogs are beautiful. I am one-eighth Danish - time to learn a bit more about my own "great Danes." </span></div><div style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Denmark is the 2nd oldest monarchy in the world. Life was not easy for the working class - it was often impossible to own land as most was held by large estate holders. Tenant farmers worked hard just to survive. Some of the squires were cruel to their tenants, destroying the homes of men in order to add that land to their holdings. Your civil rights were directly related to your station in life.</span></div><div style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Swedes and Danes kept fabulous records - both church and census. (The Danish ones are free to search online!) The challenge can be surnames - </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Scandinavians' last names changed every generation -- it is their father's given name plus "sen/son" or "datter/dotter," a practice known as patronymics. I noticed that they stopped using patronymics in the late 1800s.</span></div></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="color: #333333; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My paternal grandmother's father, Alfred Søren Pederson, was born in Sweden, but his parents were both born and raised in Denmark. </span></div></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4dcZmkJ8DBh4aSPFmCZxz8Zu-W8qpqBhImlurSZPhxBOu-ni3AuoFRwGfKd5J999kqJOACZ3OWWh1T-gO481-YUPx1AaA-1YND4noO6qkM1BVRG816TwvR49_CCLiN3mZH-v6wSa0hAGM/s1600/Flakkebjerg+Church.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="296" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4dcZmkJ8DBh4aSPFmCZxz8Zu-W8qpqBhImlurSZPhxBOu-ni3AuoFRwGfKd5J999kqJOACZ3OWWh1T-gO481-YUPx1AaA-1YND4noO6qkM1BVRG816TwvR49_CCLiN3mZH-v6wSa0hAGM/s400/Flakkebjerg+Church.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i>Flakkebjerg Church</i></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">His mother, Anna Katrina Andersdatter, was born in September 10, 1843 in Flakkebjerg, Denmark to Anders Lorentsen and Dorthe Larsdatter. Anders was a wealthy dairy farmer, according to family lore. They had two other daughters, Maren born in 1841 and Johanne born 1846.</span></span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">On October 27, 1866, in the Flakkebjerg church, Anna Katrina married a bachelor named Peder Hansen. According to family stories, he was a hired man working for Anna Katrina's parents on their farm and that they were less than thrilled about the couple's plans to marry. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Peder had come to Flakkebjerg from Gimlinge, which was only 2 miles away, in 1865. </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJPjeKYyBSlu4gSvSrX1jAEp0JCwxyXr-7HRP5C7hr4tJTx7sjgGUXeU_YmOQ3crrfvjCOoKKESHbF5dyz1a1I0y6QvUJe8OERRO4NV-agdSnKRoJDyJ_UeNPhtbMfcPnqotlIfETEbs_m/s1600/Gimlinge+Church.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="301" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJPjeKYyBSlu4gSvSrX1jAEp0JCwxyXr-7HRP5C7hr4tJTx7sjgGUXeU_YmOQ3crrfvjCOoKKESHbF5dyz1a1I0y6QvUJe8OERRO4NV-agdSnKRoJDyJ_UeNPhtbMfcPnqotlIfETEbs_m/s400/Gimlinge+Church.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><i>Gimlinge Church</i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Peder was born in Gimlinge May 29, 1841 to Hans Andersen and Karen Larsdatter. Hans was from nearby Sorbyemagle and Karen was from Gimlinge, where they had been married in 1829 and raised their family: Anders born 1830/died 1840; Jorgen born 1833/died at 10 days old; Ane Kirstine born 1834; Kirsten born 1836; Peder born 1838/died 1840; Jorgen born 1839, Peder born 1841, Lars born 1842 and Ane Lisbeth born 1846.</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In the 1835 census, Karen's retired parents (Lars Jørgensen, 70, and Lisbeth Hansdatter, 65) live with them, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">which also lists the 5 yr old Anders, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">along with 2 maids and 2 young laborers. The same for 1840 census, but it also shows the older 2 daughters and the first Peder and Jorgen. By 1845, Karen's father has died, and the younger Jorgen and Peder, plus Lars are shown, along with the birthplaces of every person. (This year included 3 laborers and 2 maids). The 1850 census, Karen's mother has gone and daughter Ane Lisbeth is shown. Karen died in Gimlinge in 1870, her husband in 1872.</span></div></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So back to Peder Hanson and Anna Katrina Andersdatter, my great-great-grandparents. Their first child was born in her home parish of Flakkebjerg, where the couple had been set up in a house and farm by her parents. Peder was a bit of a gambler and lost their home, not once, but three times! Finally his in-laws said "Enough!" and cut them loose. They left for Lille Vallby in October, 1867 with their newborn daughter Anna Kristina (a move of about 50 miles northeast). </span></div></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">While in Lille Valby, the had two sons, Hans Peder, born in 1869 and Lars, born in 1871. (I haven't found those records yet, but were noted in the House Exam Roll when they lived in Sweden.) </span></div></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: #333333; line-height: 20px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6HhJEsMs4beZ2GrFnnp05Q-yAKThdhTO8UVWrlWqSjfaHvAWgqkDE62J2RRbkHooMfjbjJWQqvC8YDSi_tz2eFuCoaKLlolr2NPVnkoefDKPCduDZzbUljxRnZxe65F8TT300HRR92HF7/s1600/Markaryd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6HhJEsMs4beZ2GrFnnp05Q-yAKThdhTO8UVWrlWqSjfaHvAWgqkDE62J2RRbkHooMfjbjJWQqvC8YDSi_tz2eFuCoaKLlolr2NPVnkoefDKPCduDZzbUljxRnZxe65F8TT300HRR92HF7/s400/Markaryd.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
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</tbody></table><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 20px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #333333; line-height: 20px;"><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">By 1874, they had moved to Sweden for a better job – settling in Markaryd, a pulp mill town. This was not easy on Anna Katrina, as she had grown up in luxury. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;">When their daughter Anna was about 4 or 5 years old, Anna Katrina's uncle in Copenhagen contacted her. His wife and he had lost their only child and asked if they could raise young Anna - and eco</span>nomics being what they were, Anna Katrina agreed. She missed her little girl terribly.</span></div></div><div style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div></div><div style="font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They had a son Jorgen (George), born in 1874 and in 1877, my great-grandfather was born - both in Markaryd. In September 1877, they had moved to Goteryd where August Lorents was born in 1880. Goteryd and nearby Delary had recently become a large pulp mill area. During this time, Peder learned to like Cognac. He was kind to his family, just irresponsible. Poor Anna Katrina!</span></span></div></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Lars' Death Record (cause of death: Injured in farm chaff works)</i></b></td></tr>
</tbody></table></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In 1881, their then almost 10 year old son Lars was heading to his conformation class with a group of friends, they decided to take a shortcut through a grist mill. Lars being smaller was hoisted up onto the grist stone, unfastening a blade to allow the others to crawl through. It slipped out of his hands, falling across his body and cutting him badly. The other kids ran off frightened. Little Lars tucked his intestines back in and managed to make it to his mother's arms before collapsing. He lived for 2 weeks, with both parents caring for him. Anna said he never complained, just smiled sweetly and slept for short periods. She also told of how he aged in intelligence and wisdom to be like that of an old man during those two weeks. They were both heartbroken, and Peder even stopped drinking for a time.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div></div></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Peder and Anna Katrina settled in Massachusetts, near Boston. Peder worked at the Malden Paint factory. Their daughter Anna married in 1886, had 6 children, but only a daughter, Alice, survived to adulthood. Alice married but had no children. George and Alfred married two Swedish sisters in 1898 and 1901 respectively. George had a son Henry and daughter Ethel Lillian. Alfred had 3 daughters Helen, Hazel (my grandmother) and Marjorie, plus a son Chester.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Peder went in for a hernia operation in 1908, but died on the operating table. His heart kept beating for several minutes after they declared death - it was written up in the papers.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Anna Katrina lived until 1925 at age 82, when she died in Boston. My great aunt said she was a sweet, loving, peaceful woman. She is pictured below in 1919.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqMwj77eSuOAP9ejlV14X6l-S4Qcz0QLooCNCYwbbkWSzHPVfzmGb8t2YhjnxjqmdAtx086KYqte1mowcofHryOylJOdeEAFNehmsyRC3W2h42_tlrt-1htfNQp2K-fRCtTWfOaywJzLDA/s1600/AnnaHanson1919PutnamCT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqMwj77eSuOAP9ejlV14X6l-S4Qcz0QLooCNCYwbbkWSzHPVfzmGb8t2YhjnxjqmdAtx086KYqte1mowcofHryOylJOdeEAFNehmsyRC3W2h42_tlrt-1htfNQp2K-fRCtTWfOaywJzLDA/s400/AnnaHanson1919PutnamCT.jpg" width="302" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm sure I will have more info on this family as I dig more :-)</span></div></div>Peggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05503251297631575092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890642279537863600.post-8610063928899308422012-02-22T14:36:00.001-08:002012-04-16T12:45:13.874-07:00Hitler, Hindenberg & Homeland<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgac88XVrJmo6T7UC7v3Et6j3J_MA0ybqiRT5pvVIpvVvLHKS-1CLaVrnzokbRe8Cnlxr2SvN-1tknwR4Ve4t6pUNNp1W9LHvp-uLZ2nQ0TN2YpLrPRtQ73t3jXlnlUPIPLbR2rrvP-MSqx/s1600/hindenburg_greets_william_penn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgac88XVrJmo6T7UC7v3Et6j3J_MA0ybqiRT5pvVIpvVvLHKS-1CLaVrnzokbRe8Cnlxr2SvN-1tknwR4Ve4t6pUNNp1W9LHvp-uLZ2nQ0TN2YpLrPRtQ73t3jXlnlUPIPLbR2rrvP-MSqx/s640/hindenburg_greets_william_penn.jpg" width="496" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i>Philadelphia, August 8, 1936</i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Crazy busy couple of months! Still working on Denmark, obviously not hard enough....</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This letter is from my great-great-grandfather to his nephew George Enz in Drackenstein, during a very historic time in Germany's history. This was written the day after the Hindenburg disaster in 1937.</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Phila May 7, 37</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Dear Georg & Martha!</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>I received your big letter and I saw that you are doing quite well. Maybe Germany will have her full rights again<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6890642279537863600#_ftn1" name="_ftnref" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference">[1]</span></a>. This Mister Hitler did quite well – his enviers and enemies have to admit that, too, and they are not few. We are doing quite well, nothing new. I did have time enough, but I do not like writing since my eyes are not good anymore. Dear Georg, you write because of my balance. I know that no money is supposed to be sent abroad. There is smuggling going on, but this is dangerous. I have more money on the bank than what is with you. Relatives of your aunt Kingenstein: Blaubeuren Bank, Heilbronn Bank, 600 marks were deposited, but I am not able to get it. Maybe if I came myself then I could get it. I would have to spend <s>use</s> it. I could maybe take 200 marks with me. Is that not too much? Giving is better than taking. </i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Dear Martha and Georg, how are you doing, I hope you are fine and you carry on. Your sister Mary, is she still alive? Forgot her uncle utterly, it was different 12 or 14 years ago, but she seems to have forgotten that. Is she still a widow? I hope she is doing well, say hello from uncle and aunt. Elise did write me, too, with a photograph of her 2 children. They look good. I received the picture from your 2 children as well; they look very good and are nicely dressed, you did well. It seems you got a good wife and this is worth much more than a fortune. I was in Veinland [<span style="font-size: 11pt;">sic</span>] a couple of days ago. Helen has 2 children, too, and a large flower farm. They want to go to Holland in the fall. I do not know whether they want to go to Germany. They do not have much time because of their business. </i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Dear Georg, please greet Minister Burger. I sent newspapers and postcards about the Hindenburg Disaster<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6890642279537863600#_ftn2" name="_ftnref" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference">[2]</span></a>: how the burned out skeleton in flames landed at the mooring mast<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6890642279537863600#_ftn3" name="_ftnref" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference">[3]</span></a>, how it flies over Philadelphia and the crew with swastika<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6890642279537863600#_ftn4" name="_ftnref" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference">[4]</span></a> flags very clearly visible. It is an <s>English </s>American newspaper, but everything clearly visible: the passengers looking out and waving with handkerchiefs and half an hour later this dreadful disaster. Lachword<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6890642279537863600#_ftn5" name="_ftnref" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference">[5]</span></a>, N.J., the landing place is not so far from Phila, half an hour to three quarters of an hour, of course with the car machine. I would like to know whether he received the newspapers. I received a post card for my name day<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6890642279537863600#_ftn6" name="_ftnref" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference">[6]</span></a>, but nothing since then. </i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Many cordial greetings to you from your </i><i>aunt and uncle.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Please say hello to Elise, I will write her soon, too. I received the photos of her two children, too. I will stop now, because this is more than you two write together. Because you did not write it, it was your Martha - I see that because of the handwriting. I heard t<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6890642279537863600" name="_GoBack"></a>hat the Masses were read. Kunigunde Kneer wrote that Johannes Dauberschütz died. Of course there are only few alive who know me? Again, greetings to all and to Kunigunde from Rose Kneer, she visits us often. You will be able to read it even though it is not written well. </i></div><div style="mso-element: footnote-list;"><i><br clear="all" /> </i><br />
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Yikes, I started a blog entry 2 or more weeks ago about my Danish roots, but once I started, I was woefully devoid of information. So I started digging into it, and guess what? I'm still digging! So while I piddle around with them, I better post SOMETHING before too much time goes by.<br />
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I've gotten some more boomerang letters translated, so here is a post card and a letter from my great-great grandfather Joseph Enz to his family in Germany. I'm going to seriously cry when these are finished, they are like a present every time!<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><i><span lang="DE">Frau Barbara Enz in Drakenstein </span><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><i><span lang="EN-GB">Municipal</span><span lang="DE"> association Geislingen <o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><i>Württemberg </i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><i>Germany </i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><i>Dear sister-in-law, </i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><i>I received your letter. I sent a letter on April 18. Hopefully you will receive it. Today I sent 100.00 marks. 32.000 for Mary, 32.000 for little Engelbert in Gosbach, that leaves 36.000 for you. It will be paid out from my bank in Berlin. Please let me know soon once you received and dispersed it. With greetings, brother-in-law and uncle Joseph. </i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Side: We did not have any rain for four weeks, everything is dry. </i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Page 1<o:p></o:p></i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Aug 9, 30<o:p></o:p></i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Dear sister-in-law, <o:p></o:p></i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: left;"><i>I just wanted to drop you a couple of lines since you had visitors from America and I heard nothing from anybody. Not a single letter neither from you nor from Elise - I do not know what is going on with you. Don’t you have time? Or were the visitors unwelcome? I wrote Elise a letter via registered mail and postcards and I did not see anything. I have not seen Helene Schneider yet because she and her family live 40 miles away from Philadelphia. But I have not been to Vineland, N. J., anyway (pronounced Weinland). Maybe later, when I‘ll get a week of vacation, for I am still working every day – every night actually. I have oversight over a club house connected with a theatre, cinema and billiard hall; beer cellar and so on. I work from 9 o’clock at night to 7 o’clock in the morning. I do not have to work much, but I have to go up and down the stairs and make sure everything is in order. They tried to break in twice, but I was on my guard. I can eat and drink whenever I want. <o:p></o:p></i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Page 2<o:p></o:p></i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: left;"><i>I wish you had what goes to waste here and what gets thrown away. Despite this, many families are in distress. The unemployment is terrible; it has not been so bad for 40 years. The outlook is bleak. Despite this fact it is the richest country in the world where many hundred thousand million dollars lie around and they do not know what to do with it. It is a fact that where there are millions [money], more come to it. This is about everything I want to write. <o:p></o:p></i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Kind regards to you, your brother-in-law Joseph Enz (please write soon)<o:p></o:p></i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Dear Georg, <o:p></o:p></i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: left;"><i>I am glad that you found the time to write some words. You are old enough now to think about the words you are dictated (or which are written for you?). Good, that you know____. This aside, how did you like Miss Helene? She is a fine beautiful girl, just like a wife for you. And with about 150.000 marks (30-40 thousand dollars) - but this might have been a little too much for you. What in the world should you do with that? You would have to come to America more often. Helene never would become a farmer. I still have a lot to write, but I will finish now. I wrote this to you in a Club House last night. <o:p></o:p></i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Greetings to you, your uncle<o:p></o:p></i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: left;"><i>I enclose a dollar; you can go and see Gosbach. <o:p></o:p></i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: left;"><i>If you want to, you can go dancing, too.<o:p></o:p></i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: left;">(Helen was Joseph's sister's grandaughter. Nice matchmaking! It didn't work.)</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="1" height="200" hspace="10" src="http://www.philadelphiazoo.org/getfile/6c97c63f-1c35-42f9-ab08-8c174217fc9d/timeline03.aspx?width=500&height=200" vspace="10" width="500" /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: left;">I was curious about Fairmount Park, so I Googled it and found out it is America's first zoo! It opened in 1874 after being postponed by the Civil War. Admission was 25 cents for adults and 10 cents for kids.</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: left;">The MGM lion retired there in 1931, they opened the first Children's Zoo in the western hemisphere in 1938.</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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Another installment of the "boomerang letters" from Philadelphia to Drackenstein and back.<br />
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These two are from my great-great grandfather Joseph Enz to his family in Germany, written in 1921.<br />
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<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><b>-1-<o:p></o:p></b></i></div><div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><i><b>Philadelphia Feb 2, 1921<o:p></o:p></b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>Dear sister-in-law and brother,<o:p></o:p></b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>I received your nice letter today and I am writing to you right away. We are all in good health, thank God. My family is small now; I only have a girl of 14 years at home, Florenze. The others are all married. One [daughter] died, Josephine, 23 years old. Business is not going well; millions are out of work and everything is very expensive. We, too, have to be frugal; I am the sole breadwinner now. I was making 35 dollars per week before, as of now only 25 dollars. <o:p></o:p></b></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><b>-2-<o:p></o:p></b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>Dear sister-in-law, I was looking for dresses. I should have known it earlier. Every week somebody is coming by and collecting clothes, shoes anything that you can spare for the big cities, orphanages and for people hurt in the war - everything for Germany. I myself do not have much anymore. But now I received some [clothes] from our niece Rose Schneider, formerly Herbster; a daughter of my deceased sister, Wilhelmine, from Wiesensteig. Sebastian Kener probably still knows her. She is [from] Vineland, N.J., 50 miles from Philadelphia. They have a b<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6890642279537863600&postID=2625852112776802327" name="_GoBack"></a>ig steam bakery; they are rich people but good people. Dear sister-in-law, this week a box with still very good clothes has been sent<o:p></o:p></b></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><b>-3-<o:p></o:p></b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>to your address, you will see what is in there, it is paid for until your house, in case you have to pay anything it is not my fault. It should not happen, though. I do have a favor to ask you, my niece Mary Höhl, your stepdaughter, shall receive one third of the items since she is related to us. Dear sister-in-law, sometime later there will be another box arriving with shoes and miscellaneous stuff, you will put it to good use, I suppose. Please do not forget what I wrote you here, be nice and immediately write as soon as you receive this letter. This letter will arrive before the box in any case, because the cargo takes a long time. <o:p></o:p></b></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><b>-4-<o:p></o:p></b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>Last year I sent something to my wife’s relatives; it took 3 months until they got it. Hopefully you will receive everything and nothing will be stolen like it has happened often. I do not want to send anything for those blackguards. Dear sister-in-law, please say hello the minister and I would like to [greet] his nuns and [illegible]. I have something to finish for him. It should not be to his detriment. Dear sister-in-law, my wife is offended by the fact that you are writing only Brother-in-law and not Sister-in-law, too. She was wondering whether she upset you when she was visiting. She told me she was very content with you. I will finish now, greetings to all, cordially Joseph Enz and family.<o:p></o:p></b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>Sentence from page 2: Greetings to Bastian and wife. <o:p></o:p></b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>Sentence from page 4: Gertrud and Christine are in good health, but you never know.</b></i><o:p></o:p></div><div style="mso-element: footnote-list;"><div id="ftn" style="mso-element: footnote;"><div class="MsoFootnoteText">-----------------------------------------------------------------------</div><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><br />
</div><div class="MsoFootnoteText">This one is an April follow-up.</div><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><br />
</div><div class="MsoFootnoteText"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 13.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: 28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>Philadelphia Apr. 7, 1921<o:p></o:p></b></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 13.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: 28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>Dear sister-in-law and children,<o:p></o:p></b></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 13.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: 28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>We received your last letter and we saw that you received the clothes, which made me very happy. However, you are not writing whether everything arrived, how can we know here whether you got everything or whether half of it was stolen? I believe because writing is not your pleasure: you have children, could not one of them write? Dear sister-in-law, I send you an envelope with the address of our relatives so that you only have to put the letter in there and send it. It is only fair that you and your children say thank you. I did not receive a response from Mary either. She, too, does not seem to like writing.<o:p></o:p></b></i></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 13.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: 28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>-2-<o:p></o:p></b></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 13.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: 28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>Dear Georg, I want to address you, too <s>now I want to write to you, too</s>. You want to come to America on secret paths - consider yourself. That does not work anymore, though it did in the past. You wanted to go via Switzerland to Canada or via Mexico; this would cost you a bunch of money, 30.000 to 40.000 Marks, which you probably do not have. And you have to have a very good head. In New York, thousands arrive with false passports and everyone is sent back. It is very strict. I am not sure why you want to go away; your mother does not have anybody else than you two children. When I was your age there was not enough space anymore, therefore I had to go into the wide world to make space for your deceased father. And you have to work very hard here to make it. <o:p></o:p></b></i></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 13.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: 28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>-3-<o:p></o:p></b></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 13.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: 28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>Dear Georg, stay there where you are for the time being. We will see how things go when America made peace. Then it will be better for Germans again. They are looking for girls for kitchen and house work. They earn a good wage, 12 to 15 Dollars a week. There are almost 90.000 men unemployed in Philadelphia. The husbands of my daughters do not have much to do, either. The machine business is slow, too. I am still working and I do not have difficulties (electric lights factory). Dear sister-in-law, many greetings from Rose Kneer to Baste and Kunigunde; she says she can neither write nor see well, her corns hurt badly. She visited us last Sunday. You do not write any news; it would be nice to know who is still alive or deceased of the old friends. I probably will not know many anymore since I have been gone for 37 years. <o:p></o:p></b></i></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 13.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: 28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>-4-<o:p></o:p></b></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 13.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: 28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>Sisters Gertrud and Christine send many greetings to as well as to Baste and Kunigunde. They could write something, too. They do not have the time, I guess. I wrote to the pastor, too, but I did not get an answer yet. Maybe he is not happy with what I had to tell. Maybe he did not even receive my writing? I will close now with cordial greetings from us all: your brother-in-law, sister-in-law and children. I hope that it (my writing) finds you as well as it leaves us.<o:p></o:p></b></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 13.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: 28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>Joseph Enz and family<o:p></o:p></b></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 13.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: 28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>I am sending a small picture of us; we took it ourselves in the garden behind our house.<o:p></o:p></b></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 13.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: 28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>Side: Please let Georg and Elise know that they ought to write to John Schneider in Vineland</b></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: 28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt;"><o:p>----------------------------------------</o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: 28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt;"><o:p><br />
</o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: 28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial;"><o:p>Fascinating stuff about the economy and immigration. Here is an analysis of cost-of-living for that year: <b><a href="http://bit.ly/ruiAie" target="_blank">READ</a></b></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: 28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial;"><o:p><br />
</o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: 28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial;"><o:p>Thanks again to my Enz cousins for the letters and Nora Grosser for translating! It has been a great year for my family history :-)</o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: 28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial;"><o:p><br />
</o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: 28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial;"><o:p>Only 4 months til the 1940 Census! </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: 28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial;"><o:p><br />
</o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: 28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial;"><o:p>Oh, and less than 12 months til the end of the world. Get busy!</o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: 28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial;"><o:p><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial;">More posts with old letters:</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial;"><a href="http://pegslist.blogspot.com/2011/04/boomerang-letters.html" target="_blank">Boomerang Letters</a></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial;"><a href="http://pegslist.blogspot.com/2011/05/from-philadelphia-with-love.html" target="_blank">From Philadelphia With Love</a></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial;"><a href="http://pegslist.blogspot.com/2011/07/another-letter-to-germany-1891.html" target="_blank">Another Letter to Germany, 1891</a></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial;"><a href="http://pegslist.blogspot.com/2011/11/more-letters-from-here-to-there.html" target="_blank">More Letters From Here To There</a></span></div><div class="MsoFootnoteText"></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="GJNYXB3PT" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-collapse: separate; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; width: 779px;"><tbody style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The above family photo from Germany features my great-great-grandmother's uncle Michael Knab (center) with his children taken in 1890. Beautiful! Michael was the Mayor of Bollingen. His son Konstantin on the far left also served in that capacity starting in 1913. The soldier on the right died in action in 1918.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I hope to find out more from the relative in Germany that descends from Michael Knab through Konstantin (his grandfather).</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ironically, this week I found another box of files I hadn't seen in years. While sorting through it, I found LDS IGI records for the Knab family, including my great-great-great grandfather's christening and a microfilm order receipt for the church records for that town! All from back in 1991, just about when my research went on the back burner.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Close, but that only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades :-)</span>Peggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05503251297631575092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890642279537863600.post-52787712776135336542011-12-23T14:25:00.000-08:002012-01-11T11:15:46.074-08:00The Best Christmas Present EVER!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rAS2LZ1l1LM/TvTp0TQQxdI/AAAAAAAAARo/dY42ckWgPYU/s1600/brickwall+falling+small+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rAS2LZ1l1LM/TvTp0TQQxdI/AAAAAAAAARo/dY42ckWgPYU/s400/brickwall+falling+small+copy.jpg" width="250" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>Krescentia Knab</b></i></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What is the best gift for a genealogist?? Book? Subscription to a research site? They are great, but the BEST thing is <b><i>KNOCKING DOWN A BRICK WALL</i></b>!! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yup, that's the Holy Grail of family history...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Thanks to a wonderful man, Hagen Kuhn, in Germany, my oldest brick wall went <i><b>kablooie</b></i> yesterday! This mystery was born in 1988 when I started researching my family history. My great-great grandmother, Krescentia Knab Enz, came to Philadelphia in 1883. No one knew from where in Germany. Her death certificate said her father was Georg Knab and birthplace Germany.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Krescentia had a daughter still living in the 80s and she had no idea either. She told me that Kressie's mother had died when she was young, and she had one sister plus a couple of half-sisters she was fond of from her stepmother. She also told me that Krescentia had sailed back to Germany in 1916 to visit family, so I sent to NARA for a passport application and crossed my fingers.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After a long wait, it arrived, and there was her place of birth: Bottingen! I ran to the LDS and ordered the church records for there. More waiting, then it came in. I read through it with no luck - I was so bummed! Now what? I tried "Bossingen" in case the writing on her app was misread, but again nada.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I put her photo on my nightstand for a long time, asking her "Where ARE you?!" every night.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fast forward to a year ago...newly back into genealogy and having been found by a bunch of descendants of Krescentia's husband's sister, and 2 descended from Krescentia too. We put our heads together and decided the Archdiocese was our next step. Although they had no record of their marriage, their childrens' baptism records listed her maiden name and birthplace as "Bollingen." I thought that it must be a transcription error with "ll" instead of "tt." So, my last hope was dashed. Krescentia was going to remain a mystery dammit.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">About a month ago, a man from Germany (the wonderful Hagen Kuhn) wrote me about one of my ex-husband's family lines that came to Baltimore in the mid-1800s. I hadn't really dug into them in Germany, but did some looking for descendants here for him. He filled me in on several generations in the old country as well!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I mentioned my mysterious gg-grandmother to him, he asked for info on her and was off to the races!! He found out that there were not one but FOUR towns called Bottingen! Not only that, but one of the Bottingens had an area within it called BOLLINGEN!! Holy crap, what are the chances of THAT!?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He contacted a researcher over there named Karl Knab, but Karl didn't seem to have info on a Krescentia, especially from a father Georg. Well, Hagen kept at it, and again asked Karl to check his records for our girl, forgetting the name Georg.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I got an email yesterday saying "HOORAY HOORAY!" Hagen & Karl had found her! Same birthdate, a note of being married in America, father Johannes married twice with 2 girls from first wife and ten from 2nd wife (wow). Karl is descended from Johannes' brother Michael, so he is a distant cousin to me.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Karl has the family back to Krescentia's great-grandfather Knab, but there is more to explore on the female lines. I hope to find out if any others emigrated to America at some point and find descendants here and there.</span><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">BEST PRESENT EVER!</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Thank you Hagen, I'm indebted to you!</span><br />
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</div>Peggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05503251297631575092noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890642279537863600.post-41865132612988348232011-11-28T14:05:00.000-08:002011-11-28T14:05:58.958-08:00More Letters from here to there<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have been remiss in posting letters that I've had translated, so here are 2 for the price of one!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The first is from John & Gertrude (Enz) Pulvermiller, sister of my g-g-grandfather Joseph Enz.</span><br />
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<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">-1-<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Philadelphia, May 21<sup>st</sup>, 89<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Dear mother a. mother-in-law, we received your letter a. we are glad to hear that you are in good health; thank God we are healthy, too. Joseph is married now to a Swiss woman, he has a good wife, she is about the same age as me, a. he says she has a fortune of 3000 dollars, they came to visit us on March 19<sup>th</sup> a. they stayed a whole week, we had a lot of fun, they probably wrote you already, so you already knew this.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">-2-<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Inset (children’s handwriting at top of page): Dear grandmothers, I want to say hello to you your granddaughter Katharina Pulvermüller {</span><b><i>this child's note is shown at the top of this post}</i></b><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i><br />
</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Whether she [the new wife] is Catholic I do not know, I asked Joseph, he did not tell me a. I did not like to ask her, he told my neighbor she is Protestant. We did not have a chance to tell him anything, we did not know of his wedding until the day before the celebration. He probably would not have listened; it is a matter of taste. Dear mother there are not many news, Mina moved to her own house, business is slowly growing, a. our children are quite well. Many cordial greetings from us all a. from my siblings, farewell, greetings from your grateful son Joh. Pulvermüller<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">-3-<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"> [illegible] how things are going? Are you in good health? How are you? <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have been waiting for an answer for a long time, but nothing has happened. We are quite well a. the children are well, too. Business is going well again. Dear mother since your birthday is coming up I wish you good luck with all my heart for your 73<sup>rd</sup> birthday, may God give you long, joyful a. happy days, a. your <o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">-4-<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">[illegible] was visited by many people, but the least by our countrymen. Dear mother a. siblings, if everything goes well and we stay in good health, I might visit you at the end of next month or the beginning of July, you do not need to tell anyone yet they will see if I come, I will write whether I can come or not. Thousand greetings to everybody from my husband a. the children, yours, Gertrud. Congratulations a. greetings from your other children. Farewell, so long, if God willing. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The second is a little letter from my g-g-grandfather Joseph Enz to his brother Englebert written December, 1896.</span><br />
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We are too, thank</span></span></div><div style="font: 11.0px Calibri; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">God. Dear brother I am very pleased that you are happily remarried, I received one of your pictures,</span></span></div><div style="font: 11.0px Calibri; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">you really got a pretty wife.</span></span></div><div style="font: 11.0px Calibri; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Page 2</span></span></div><div style="font: 11.0px Calibri; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Dear brother you are not a big fan of writing, or you would not leave the writing to your wife, it is</span></span></div><div style="font: 11.0px Calibri; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">difficult to hear the news about outside from you</span></span><span style="font: 7.0px Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">1</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">. Next time I will send you my vacation passport</span></span></div><div style="font: 11.0px Calibri; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">you can keep it outside a. you can send it in whenever it is necessary. Karl Enderle from Gosbach has</span></span></div><div style="font: 11.0px Calibri; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">his [passport]always outside, too, his brother is providing it for him.</span></span></div><div style="font: 11.0px Calibri; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Page 3</span></span></div><div style="font: 11.0px Calibri; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I think you could do the same a. I would not always have the trouble. I send you one dollar bill One</span></span></div><div style="font: 11.0px Calibri; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Mark for Engelbert Kener one for you a. two for your wife. No news otherwise Joseph Duerner</span></span><span style="font: 7.0px Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">2 </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">still</span></span></div><div style="font: 11.0px Calibri; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">lives with me. Anno 1900 we will be outside for the Paris World Fair</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">. To close I wish you Merry</span></span></div><div style="font: 11.0px Calibri; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Christmas a Happy New Year</span></span></div><div style="font: 11.0px Calibri; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Page 4</span></span></div><div style="font: 11.0px Calibri; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Many thousand regards to you all a. to those who ask for me</span></span></div><div style="font: 11.0px Calibri; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Your brother a brother-in-law Joseph Enz</span></span></div><div style="font: 11.0px Calibri; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Goodbye</span></span></div><div style="font: 11.0px Calibri; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Joseph Derner says when you have so pretty sister-in-laws you should send him one he has no wife,</span></span></div><div style="font: 11.0px Calibri; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">too.</span></span></div><div style="font: 11.0px Calibri; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This time you will write soon</span></span></div><div style="font: 11.0px Calibri; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Blue ink: E [not legible] s many thousand regard to you all [not legible]</span></span></div><div style="font: 11.0px Calibri; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</span></div><div style="font: 10.0px Calibri; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="font: 6.5px Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>1 </i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Outside = overseas</i></span></div><div style="font: 10.0px Calibri; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="font: 6.5px Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>2 </i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Joseph Duerner is probably the same person as Joseph Derner.</i></span></div><div style="font: 10.0px Calibri; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Interesting he mentions the World's Fair, pictured above. I wonder if they went.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><a href="http://www.pegslist.org/Images/PI-Dec20-1896.pdf" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Here</span></a></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> is a link to the </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Philadelphia Inquirer'</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">s front page the day this letter was written. It's fun to see what was happening in their world that day.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</span>Peggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05503251297631575092noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890642279537863600.post-26524106309793079462011-10-05T12:23:00.000-07:002011-10-05T12:50:35.191-07:00I ♥ Cemeteries<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX2uchlUX_-es44LS4MPSU8Cts_wgw2Mwwh76gxlsHHcX9SLtT-oTw6mejbHKPHLb4BFwH57zbD2BEyDavQMaWvQ4LXRSB0KTfpHDGkLUGYy6ExI6C6yjMCwD676bwr9dPYkBqzbMkih_T/s1600/OddFellowCem+gates.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="326" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX2uchlUX_-es44LS4MPSU8Cts_wgw2Mwwh76gxlsHHcX9SLtT-oTw6mejbHKPHLb4BFwH57zbD2BEyDavQMaWvQ4LXRSB0KTfpHDGkLUGYy6ExI6C6yjMCwD676bwr9dPYkBqzbMkih_T/s400/OddFellowCem+gates.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana;">Sounds crazy to normal people, I know. They are so beautiful (most of the time), dignified, peaceful, historic and educational. I have had my share of frustration over them too, mostly dealing with the people running them. (Mt. Moriah comes to mind....grrrr!)</div><div style="font-family: Verdana;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana;">But, oh, the cool things I have learned while digging through cemetery records! Never underestimate their importance!</div><div style="font-family: Verdana;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana;">Just recently, I decided to send for a bunch of records for 2 Philadelphia cemeteries - Odd Fellows and Mt. Peace - both run by Lawnview now (Odd Fellows was removed and reinterred at Lawnview in the 1950's).</div><div style="font-family: Verdana;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana;">I had quite a list of people, mostly not direct ancestors, but knew that these indirect people could very well open doors to the others. Two I was sure had been taken to Odd Fellows were the twin baby girls of Rebecca & Samuel Hopkins that died a few days apart in August, 1870. The parents were both buried in Fernwood later, so I was curious about these babies and who may be buried with them.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana;">The record showed the plot belonged to a Delia McCullough, no one I knew. There were 4 McCulloughs buried there, then a "Mrs. Hopkins infant - stillborn" in February, 1869. Then came the twins, then a Kate S. Hopkins in March, 1871. After them were 4 more folks I didn't know.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ6iRYkfvuW6oqljHrU5n2zo0O_YRAd-i0OQnXf_koSTzgYR4EmwfmQQNz7W_buMALE7YyjqRLqLa66KVnNg4RWSyUq3GO4Xvl_b-L64aUxVUPU57T-BjvVZep1OLmeWVhs8zj3_KK8uyy/s1600/HopkinsOddFellows.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="332" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ6iRYkfvuW6oqljHrU5n2zo0O_YRAd-i0OQnXf_koSTzgYR4EmwfmQQNz7W_buMALE7YyjqRLqLa66KVnNg4RWSyUq3GO4Xvl_b-L64aUxVUPU57T-BjvVZep1OLmeWVhs8zj3_KK8uyy/s640/HopkinsOddFellows.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana;">Curious about the other 2 Hopkins, I searched the LDS site for their death certificates. Much to my surprise, the baby's parents were listed as Melvin & Catherine Hopkins. Melvin was my great-great-grandfather whom I never knew was married before he married my great-great-grandmother! Oddly, the undertaker's name was Samuel G. Hopkins, Melvin's dad, and had his address as well. Weird.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana;">I then found Kate, 23 years old, died of anasarca (general edema usually caused by liver or renal failure). Her death notice confirmed their marriage and that her parents were the late John & Delia McCullough. Her funeral was held at her father-in-law's.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana;">I went to the 1870 Census to find Kate and did find her in the (crazy) 2nd Enumeration living in the same house as Melvin and his parents, but is shown under her maiden name. 1st Enumeration she's not there at all. Weird, but that 2nd census is whack.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana;">The other folks buried there are Kate's brother, grandmother, sister and 2 of her sister's children.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana;">So, there you have it. A marriage and a child I would never have known about thanks to a cemetery.</div>Peggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05503251297631575092noreply@blogger.com0