Friday, April 4, 2025

A to Z Blogging Challenge - Whatever! D is for "Do-Day"

 My aunt . . . 

Well, let's go back a bit.  I always knew Elizabeth Reed (1909-1967) as my aunt, my mother's sister.  However, my mother was an intra-family adoption.  So the parents she grew up with were, genealogically speaking, her uncle and aunt, and Elizabeth Reed was actually my first cousin once removed.  

I have, however, always remembered her as my aunt, as that is the function she fulfilled, and fulfilled well and truly, for me.

She was the Director of Health Information for the state of Florida from the late 1940s to the middle of the 1960s.  As she worked in such an important position, she had only Saturdays to get all her errands done.  She would often invite me to tag along.  I think part of it was to give my mom a break from corralling me from some mischief or other, and part to keep me in line.  But my aunt "Sissy" and I also had big fun on those Saturdays, which became known as "Do Day."

We would tell jokes, sing songs, and just generally be silly.  She taught me a song from her younger days as a nurse, working with midwives in rural areas of the Florida Panhandle.  We recited poetry.  And we talked.

Usually, first on the Saturday stops for errands was the American National Bank, in the San Marco shopping center on the south side of Jacksonville, located where the western terminus of Atlantic Boulevard merges into San Marco Boulevard.  Crossing from one side of the shopping area to the other could be an interesting activity.  In the bank, one of the employees, a black woman everyone knew as "Cee," would tend a cart with a supply of cold lemonade and small cups. She would dole out lemonade to the customers, and it was most welcome during Florida's hot summer.

Next on the list might be The Silk Shop, a fabric store run by the family of an elementary-school classmate of mine.  When you walked into the shop, you were hit right in the face by the smell of the sizing in the fabrics.  It could also sting your eyes a bit.  It took a few minutes to get to the point where you could breathe and open your eyes.  "Sissy" would buy fabric and patterns for dresses and other garments that she would have made by her dressmaker.  From time to time, she also bought fabric for items to be made for me.  I sometimes got to pick out the patterns.

Another "Do Day" stop might be the Southside Branch Library, part of the Jacksonville Public Library System that I would later end up working for.  "Sissy" had seen to it that I had a library card, and I would check out books. 

For back-to-school clothing for me, around the end of August or the beginning of September, we'd go downtown to Cohen Brothers or Furchgott's, Sears or J.C. Penney.  Or in November, we might visit one of those stores if I had grown into a need for a new winter coat.  And we might grab lunch at Morrison's Cafeteria, a Jacksonville institution for decades.

Things are different now, and we do a lot -- probably the majority -- of our shopping online.  It's convenient, it's efficient, it saves gasoline.  But it deprives us of the feeling of community as we used to shop at venues owned by people we knew.   It deprives us of the human interaction that we all need.  Sure, online shopping has its uses, but we might all benefit from getting out into the world on our own "Do Day."

 A to Z blogging challenge. 


Thursday, April 3, 2025

A to Z Blogging Challenge -- Whatever! C is for Celebrations

I don't remember much about celebrations when I was a very young child.  Those memories start after my father died in 1954, when I was 7, and my mother brought me and my brother and sister to Florida from California.  

Even small celebrations were significant.  Sunday dinner was a ritual observed to celebrate family and friends and the liberty of weekends to do what we pleased and liked.  These dinners occurred at 1 pm or so on Sunday afternoon.  The dinner might be at my grandma and aunt's house, or at our house.  They were formal occasions only in that our nicest china and silverware were used.  We dressed casually, though my aunt and I were probably the most "dolled-up," as we had been at church that morning.  The dining room table groaned with the bounty of the feast -- turkey, ham, or chicken, or sometimes lamb, and lots of side dishes.  Or Mom might make a favorite dish of mine, which she called "Rice'n'Curry."  This dish would especially be served after Thanksgiving Day, using leftover turkey.  The meat was heated in a curry-infused gravy that I loved, and served over rice.  Condiments were piled on top.  It was a dish that grew on your plate.  It was fun to decorate the dish with the condiments, and colorful, too, with tomatoes, boiled egg whites and yolks, bell peppers, bacon, and more.  We often had guests at these feasts, whether local friends or visiting out-of-towners.

Easter was likewise a significant celebration.  My aunt was also my godmother, and she took those duties seriously, shepherding my Christian education in the Episcopal Church.  After the Easter church service, we'd go to either our home or the home of my grandma and aunt, and the Easter Egg Hunt would be on.  Then, of course, we feasted.  The next week at school, I would find in my lunch my favorite sandwich: egg salad, which my Mom had made from my Easter Egg Hunt finds.

Christmas was, of course, the biggest celebration of the year.  My brother and sister and I would get up, eager to get started.  But we had to wait for Mom to call us out to the living room, giving her time to put last-minute touches on the tree and last-minute gifts or special ones that defied wrapping.  Then we would come out and get into our stockings first, then into the presents under the tree.  One of us would serve as "Santa Claus," handing out the presents one at a time.  We waited while the one who had a present unwrapped it and showed off what it was.  And then -- you might think we were a bunch of lascivious gluttons -- we feasted.

 After I got married, while my husband and I lived in Jacksonville, Christmas got extended, as we would, at home, open our own presents in the morning, an event that became more fun as our daughters arrived and grew.  Then we'd go to my mother's house or my husband's parents' house in the evening, to exchange and open gifts there.  Sometime during the day or evening -- you guessed it:  we feasted.  We might have a dinner at home, or go out to one of the better restaurants.

These days, my husband and I gather with family and friends on Christmas Day either at our younger daughter's house or the home of our older daughter, her husband, and their son.  

And, yes, after opening presents, we feast.

 A to Z blogging challenge.

 

Wednesday, April 2, 2025

A to Z Blogging Challenge: Whatever! B is for Bloomington

My family, paternal and maternal, keeps coming up with ties to Bloomington, Illinois.  

My sister and her husband used to live in Champaign, which is just a few miles southeast of Bloomington. 

My paternal grandfather Walter Hetherington Packard was born in Normal, which is just a hop, skip, and a jump north of Bloomington, and appears to have been swallowed up by the Bloomington municipality, looking at it on Google Earth.

My  great-great grandfather Mathew Hale Packard and several of his siblings settled in Bloomington both before and after the Civil War.  Mathew Hale Packard died there. They had all come down from Canada.  Some went first to Massachusetts, others to New York, before all settled in the Illinois city.  Some of these Packard family members were in Bloomington by 1855; others did not arrive until ten years or so later, after the Civil War.

Mathew's brothers whom he joined in Bloomington were Charles R., Major Wellman, William B., Thadeus Bullock, and Francis A. (“Frank”).  Two of his sisters were also in Bloomington: Mary Frances, married to Joseph Munroe, and Emeline, married to Joseph Munroe's brother George.

My mother's side also has ties to Bloomington, in the person of Nathaniel Strong Sunderland, widely known as N. S. Sunderland.  He provides a bridge between my maternal and paternal lines, being related to both.  He is mentioned by his brother-in-law, Major Wellman Packard, in a letter Wellman wrote to a fellow Illinois lawyer, Abraham Lincoln.  N. S. was the uncle of Sarah Ann Sunderland, my maternal great-great grandmother.

N. S. Sunderland had a farm somewhere between Towanda and Bloomington.  Towanda lies just a few miles northeast of Bloomington.  His farm was prosperous.  His livestock was valued at $1,200, which in 2023 dollars, would be $21,837.89.  His farm, exclusive of livestock or crops, was valued at $11,000, or $200,180.65 in 2023 dollars.

Not all of these branches on the Packard and Reed family trees remained in Bloomington.  N. S. Sunderland later moved to Larned, Kansas, where he served several terms as a popular mayor.  Oscar Merry Packard, son of Mathew Hale Packard, moved to southern California, where he prospered in his occupation as a real estate agent.

 They all left their mark on Bloomington.  Major Wellman Packard even had a street named for him.  Bloomington also left its mark on the family, with both branches experiencing many events there.

Thanks, Bloomington.

 A to Z blogging challenge.

Tuesday, April 1, 2025

52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks - Week 13: Home Sweet Home

Time for 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks.  This week's theme: Home Sweet Home.

My parents' "home, sweet home" was rented as long as my father, Arden Packard (1911-1954) was alive.  When I got serious about genealogy, more than 30 years ago, I read about how wonderful land and property records can be.  I tried to apply that evaluation to my parents, and came up baffled.  I couldn't  find one property record in their names.  I remember Mom talking about a particular house in Jacksonville, Florida, where I grew up, that she and Dad had rented during World War II.  Rented.  Oh, boy.

 The 1940 census does have them living in a rented house in Coronado, California.  I do remember that one of the houses we occupied in Pensacola in the early 1950s -- about 1951 -- was rented; then we moved into another rented house.  My father did not stay in one place very long, even within the same county.  That could explain why he and Mom never owned a house.  The first purchased house my mother lived in after marrying Dad was the house she bought after he died in 1954, when she took me and my brother and sister -- and my brother's bird -- back to Florida.  

To find where my mother and father were in any particular year before my own recollections begin, I depended on censuses and city directories.  City directories can be marvels, and for me, they helped to solve a mystery.  For years, I had heard my mom and dad and my grandma talk about a certain gentlemen that I never met.  At least, I don't remember ever having met him.  In one city directory for Jacksonville, from about 1953, there is a full page ad for an insurance company my father worked for.  And there, in the list of agents of the company, was this man's name.  

My husband and I rented in the first years of our marriage.  He was in the Coast Guard on active duty, stationed in St. Petersburg, Florida, and we actually tried to buy a house, but the mortgage company made a blatant error.  We told them they were wrong, but they were unable, unwilling, or both, to correct the error.  I hold grudges like my mother did, and that mortgage company and the owner thereof landed on my permanent excrement list.  So we ended up renting.  We ended up living next door to the unfortunate real estate agent we had worked with in trying to buy a house in St. Petersburg.  Mind you, she was as baffled and disgusted at that mortgage company as we were, and had done a terrific but, alas, fruitless job of trying to get the company to admit their error.  She was a wonderful neighbor and friend, and gave us free run of her citrus trees, which were bearing enough fruit to have fed our entire block.  When we returned to Jacksonville, where my husband was born and raised, we rented until we could find a house to buy.

Well, home sweet home is just that, whether owned or rented.  Each location generates memories and stories.

 


A to Z blogging challenge: A is for Absent

Today is the first day of the A to Z blogging challenge.  This fun challenge invites people across the blogosphere, whatever their subject matter, to blog every day for 26 days (or fewer, if you just can't come up with something for the letter X).  

I have a lot of people absent from my life:  my father, my mother, my brother, the aunt who helped raise me, my grandparents (none of whom I knew), the grand-aunt who served as my grandmother by her and her husband's adoption of my mother within the family, my best friend in high school, my in-laws, favorite uncles and aunts, cousins, and more.  Our younger daughter, who is 53 years old, has cancer.  She is in remission for now, but it's probably inevitable that she will predecease me and my husband.  So many losses . . . so many memories.

In the Simon & Garfunkel song "Old Friends," songwriter Paul Simon reminds us:  ". . . Preserve your memories; they're all that's left you."

Photographs are a fine way to preserve our memories.   Like this one of me and our younger daughter giving our dog Diamond a bath back in the 1980s.  Unfortunately, our daughter's head is behind the dog!  Not only does this spark a great memory of our younger daughter and our wonderful dog, but also of the house where we lived at the time, a house we loved, and lost in the economic disaster that befell us in the 1980s.  Another loss . . .




In doing genealogy, we document and lend permanence to memories.  My father died when I had just turned seven years old, and it is through genealogy that I have come to know him better.  Researching his Navy career, and his activities after he got out of the Navy after World War II, has given me a great deal of knowledge about his life.  

Family stories give us access to memories, too -- the memories of other people that are given to us in stories.  In our retelling of them, we claim them as memories.  They're not direct memories of our own experience, but we remember our family by these stories.  They connect us to our ancestors.

Preserve your memories; they're all that's left you.

 

Tuesday, March 25, 2025

52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks: Week 12 -- Historic Event

It's time for 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks.  I'm catching up with Week 12, and may do some of this catching up out of order.  I'm mostly out of order these days, anyway.  The theme for Week 12 is "Historic Event," in which we may blog about an ancestor who was involved in or witnessed a historic event, or about one we were involved in or witnessed.

In the summer of 2013, I was working on my master's thesis at the University of South Florida St. Petersburg.  The subject was marriage in St. Augustine, Florida between 1784 and 1803 under a certain royal proclamation.  I was doing research at the Library of Congress, in the Manuscript Division.  I took the bus from my lodgings in my nephew's condo to a couple blocks from the LOC, a jaunt that took me past the Supreme Court building.

It was 26 June 2013.  As I approached the Supreme Court building, I could  see that there was a massive crowd gathered in front of the edifice.  As I came closer, a massive cheer went up from the crowd.  Proceeding into the crowd, I found a news team and ask them what had just happened.  A cameraman told me that the inaptly named "Defense of Marriage" Act, which invalidated gay and lesbian marriages, had been overturned by the Court.  I'm straight but not narrow, a woman married to a man, but I happen to believe that people in love who wish to make a commitment to each other should be able to marry if they so choose, no matter who they are. 

 Why shouldn't they have an opportunity to be just as miserable as the rest of us?  A comedian asked that question.  I see the other side:  why shouldn't they have the opportunity to be happy or at least content, as so many of us are.  In the case of my husband and me, it's been 54 years.

Nearby in the crowd at the Supreme Court was a couple of young women beaming and hugging each other.  I looked at them and smiled, and they told me they had just been married in a state where gay marriage was legal.  I told them, "Congratulations -- and congratulations," on their marriage and on that law inimical to their happiness having just been overturned.  Having witnessed this small slice of history, I proceeded on my way to the LOC and had a fine day of research.

Friday, March 21, 2025

2025 A to Z Blogging Challenge Theme Reveal: Whatever!


It's time once again to get ready for the A to Z Blogging Challenge.  I'm taking a lazy way out -- mainly as how my involvement in several projects and an illness in the family do not leave me time to give a whale of a lot of thought to a more specific, narrowly focused theme.  

My theme is:  Whatever!  That is to say, I am going to leave the way open for me to blog about anything in my family history or in genealogy in general that tickles my fancy.  The biggest challenge is going to be making a blog entry every day, as the Challenge is designed for us to do.  

So I hope you'll be curious enough to look in on my adventure, and will enjoy reading my blog.

 

Tuesday, February 11, 2025

52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks - Week 7: Letters & Diaries

It's time for 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks.  It's Week 7, and this week's prompt is to blog about any letters and diaries in the family, or the lack thereof.

My ancestors haven't been journalers or diarists of much note.  One exception is my maternal great-great granduncle Major Wellman Packard of Illinois.  He went along on an expedition to the gold rush in California in 1849, and wrote about it.  He was there as an observer rather than a participant.  His observations are interesting and insightful.  Describing the "fever" generated by the news of the discovery, which took some time to reach the Midwest, Wellman Packard hit upon a key characteristic of the spread of news by word-of-mouth, received orally or in print in excitable newspaper accounts:  "Now it is the nature of such news that the further it travels the bigger it gets, and the more wonderful.  So that it is not strange that when the news reached us in the then border states, the size of the sand-like particles really found in that far-off, insignificant mill-race, had increased to very respectable nuggets."  (1)  In that fever, unfortunately, too many threw caution to the winds and set out eagerly but unprepared.  ". . . very many started without the necessary preparation, and suffered the penalty of their want of foresight in much suffering and unnecessary hardship and privation." (2)

The largest collection of letters I have came from my granduncle Perry Reed and his wife Mary LeSourd.  The letters span from 1906 to 1920, delineating their courtship, marriage, and family.  Perry and Mary Reed adopted my mother, daughter of Perry's brother Benjamin Franklin "Frank" Reed, in 1920.  Frank Reed had been killed in a railroad accident 20 October 1917, when my mother was not quite a year old. 

My paternal grandparents both died many years before I was born, and my maternal grandmother died when I was only four years old.  Perry Reed also died years before I was born.  Mary LeSourd Reed was the only grandparent of any sort I ever knew. 

 Mary was 18 when she and Perry got married 31 October 1907.  She apparently dropped out of high school to become Perry's wife, for in his letter to her dated 10 June 1907, he says:  "Dearest, I don't want you to go to school next year.  I know how you hate it and I tell you I wouldn't have gone a minute if I had hated it as much as you do.  I know how your sister feels about it -- but she can produce no argument on my account.  You told me her main argument was that I would want you to have the full benefit of a H. S. education.  But, dearest, it makes no difference to me.  If I ever expected to enter professional life, it might be a necessity but I never expect to do that.  I do not know whether we can convince your sister and bring her around to our way of thinking or not. . . ."

Apparently, Mary decided to drop out and marry Perry, for two paragraphs later in this letter, he writes:  "That idea of having to wait two years worried me greatly -- and I have told you so; and I don't believe I have ever heard any better news than when you told me it would not be necessary to wait that long.  You say the matter rested with me.  Why not make it shorter yet -- say six or seven months? . . . "  It turned out to be just four more months of waiting, as they were married 31 October of that year.  (3) 

These letters maintain throughout the years the florid and highly romanticized expressions of love, affection, and yearning typical of the Victorian era.  Their effusive statements of affection grow to include their children, Robert and Elizabeth, and later, Martha after her adoption. 

(1)  Major Wellman Packard, Early Emigration to California, 1849-1850.  (Fairfield, Washington: Ye Galleon Press, Limited Edition Reprint, 1971.), page 1.  [Copy of No. 229 of a limited run of 500, sent to me by a cousin.]

 (2).  Ibid.

 (3) Letter from Perry Reed to Mary LeSourd, 10 June 1907.  Papers of M. K. and K. L. Rhodes. ["next year" in the underlined sentence probably referred to the next school year, which would have begin in late August or early September.]

 

Monday, February 3, 2025

52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks - Week 6: Surprise!

It is Week 6 of Amy Johnson Crow's wonderful blogging prompt series, 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks and this week's prompt is to discuss something that has been a genealogical surprise in some way.

I'm on WikiTree, and having some confusion about a lot of it, but I hope help will set me on the right path.  Or paths.  Anyway, WikiTree handed me a little bit of a surprise with a suggestion.

My dear friend Amanda has east Tennessee roots.  Her father's people are from around Carter County, at the very eastern tip of Tennessee.  So is my mother's mother's family.  Amanda is something like the third cousin once or twice removed from A. P. Carter, the famous catcher of traditional songs of the area, and singer with the Carter Family, which included his sister-in-law Maybelle [Addington] Carter.  She was married to A. P.'s brother Ezra Carter.

WikiTree tells me that, through my mother's family, and a few others, I am distantly related to Maybelle Carter.  I have gotten close to making the connections, though some as yet are a tad tenuous.  I'm looking for more documents.  But I would just be over the moon if I turn out to be related to my friend Amanda.

And what is really odd, to me, is that one of those connected families, the Vanderpools, came to Tennessee from the rather patrician niche of old New Amsterdam, remaining one of the upper-crust families of New York.  So how did one branch of that family get to be east Tennessee hillbillies?  That's what Amanda calls herself, and she's proud of it.  Anyway, in another surprise that I haven't checked out yet, I have found some evidence that the Vanderpools were related, in New Amsterdam/New York, to the Delanos, and we know who they were related to.

If it does turn out that I am related to Franklin Delano Roosevelt, I will be beyond over the moon.  He is one of the presidents I admire most, and Eleanor Roosevelt is one of my role models!

One surprise I found last year on my way to looking at other documents, newspaper articles, and other items in my husband's family is that he is related to one of the finest Governors Florida ever had, Lawton Chiles, who, for his way of getting out and meeting the people of Florida, was known as "Walkin' Lawton."  Newspaper articles about his uncle's wedding in the 1920s got me on to birth certificates, marriage records, censuses, and World War I and World War II draft registrations to prove that relationship  That was a terrific surprise.

What's next?


Saturday, February 1, 2025

Now I am REALLY mad! Public Documents Disappearing

I do not usually put politics in my blogs because it really isn't a good thing to offend potential readers, but tonight I MUST make an exception.  What is going on in our government right now offends me deeply.  Public documents are disappearing.  This should offend anyone researching their family history, anyone who has a federal pension, Social Security, or Medicare.  It should offend our veterans who require medical care for wounds and injuries they sustained doing their duty. 

I found a post on BlueSky about the questionnaires for all the censuses, right up to the 2020 census, being available online.  Oh, goodie, this is great, thought my naive mind.  So I started downloading or copying and pasting the lovely fount of information available there.

How wonderful this is, I thought.  I did not save copies of the past years' censuses, so here was my chance to reconstruct them with these questionnaire forms from 1960 to 2020.

And one-by-one, they started disappearing right before my eyes.  At first, I got a message saying that something had gone wrong and they were working to fix it.  Yeah, right.  Then it was a straight-out 404 error.

Already having trashed the online files of the Office of Management and Budget (OMB), now Elon Musk's storm troopers are at the Census Bureau, trashing those files, too.  Pretty soon, accessing past census information for family history research will be NO MORE.  

These are PUBLIC documents.  They belong to US, We the People.  They do not belong to the current (mal)administration, that arrogant power-mad South African, or anyone else in the government.  They belong to US.

The OMB trashing really worries me, because my husband is retired federal civil service.  This looks, to me, like the first move in taking away our pensions.  With a daughter suffering from cancer, and the medical bills associated with all that, we can ill afford to lose any of our income.

And neither can millions of other Americans, squeaking by paycheck-to-paycheck, many working two or even three jobs just to make ends get at least within a foot or two of each other.

And those rich, arrogant, power-mad, greedy pieces of trash in the nation's capital cackle with the obscene exercise of their power.  

There is a quotation from a computer game, Sid Meier's Alpha Centauri, that I think applies here:

"Beware of him who would control your access to information, for, in his heart, he sees himself your master."



Randy Seaver's Saturday Night Genealogy Fun: Five Fun or Different Facts

This week, Randy Seaver, on his blog Genea-musings, has given us this task:

1)  We all find "fun" or "different" information about ourselves, our relatives and ancestors in our genealogy and family history pursuits.  What are five "fun" or "different" facts in your life or your ancestors lives?

2) Tell us about your five fun or different facts in a comment on this post, or in a Facebook post.  

1)  My aunt, Elizabeth Reed (1909-1967), was a public health nurse and Director of Health Information for the State of Florida from the late 1940s to the mid-1960s.  In this capacity, she traveled the state giving instruction and lectures concerning various public health topics.  She leavened these talks with her monologues, amusing and absorbing vignettes satirizing or dramatizing a variety of sorts of people.  There was one in which she portrayed a hospital volunteer chatting with a patient, giving an earful about the food, the doctors, and the administration.  At the beginning of her talk, she would obtain a volunteer (or sometimes, a conscript) to play the part of the patient, tell them, "Now, you just sit there and look intelligent," and turn to talk to another individual on the dais, leaving the "patient" somewhat embarrassed and the audience laughing.  Then she would begin the monologue.  In another, she played the part of an old grandmother consoling her tearful teenage granddaughter, weeping over a boy.  She was a fine actress.

2)  My maternal grandpa was a great punster, and the rest of the family had to keep up.  My father's family had a good sense of humor, too, but my father was baffled by the punmanship and humor of his prospective in-laws.  He, trying to make a good first impression, asked my grandma what he should call her:  Mother Reed, Mrs. Reed, Mary?  She wasn't particular, and the question mildly vexed her.  "Call me anything!" she blurted out.  "Call me 'Charlie.'"  This morphed into "Chollie," and that is how we always knew her.
 
3)  My husband went through Coast Guard Officer Candidate School, gaining his commission in January of 1971.  The uniform he and his classmates wore while in this training was a bit odd.   He and some other officer candidates were on liberty, and went to a movie.  Sitting next to my husband was a young Navy enlisted man.  He kept giving my husband and odd look.  As the house lights came on after the movie ended, the young sailor looked again at my husband, and in his bafflement about this odd uniform, he asked my husband, "Sir, what are you?"

4)  My father was a great storyteller.  One of his stories involved a Navy carrier task force at sea.  One of the destroyers saw another ship go off course and come across its path.  The bridge crew summoned the captain, who had retired to his quarters for the night.  The captain came onto the bridge in his pjs and robe.  Immediately assessing the situation, he instructed, "Everybody remain calm!  Don't panic!  Be calm, like me."  Then he gave his orders:  "Two toots on the rudder; right full whistle." 

5)  One Christmas during the economic downturn of the 1970s, we were broke.  We'd been able to get our two children a few small gifts.  We could not afford a Christmas tree, and resolved to do without.  Christmas Eve came, and my husband could not stand it.  We had to have something.  We had a raintree sapling in our yard.  The very large raintree in the back yard had spawned it, along with myriad seedlings that we just kept under control by mowing.  My husband brought the sapling indoors in a pot, and set it in front of the windows in the living room.  Then he went out and cut a dozen or so ligustrum branches.  He brought those, and with tape and twine, secured them to the trunk of the raintree sapling. Laughing ourselves silly, we decorated the scrawny "Christmas tree."  It made our uncomfortable economic situation bearable that year. 

Friday, January 31, 2025

In Genealogy, as in Real Estate: Location, location, location

I have read numerous articles, blogs, etc., discussing how important place is in genealogy.  So, having that message knocked into my thick skull, I've joined The Society for One-Place Studies.  My one-place study is of the town where I grew up, Jacksonville, Florida.  My husband was born and raised in Jacksonville.  Even though I was born in Long Beach, California, I lived in Jacksonville since I was 7 years old, from 1954 to 1980, so I consider it my home town.  I told my Florida native husband and other Floridians I've met that I've been "Floridated."  We only moved into the next county to the south because my husband had rural fever.  He didn't want to be a city boy anymore, but I have to say, I miss the suburbs.

Those of you interested in one-place studies may find my one-place study blog at One-Place Study: Jacksonville, Florida.  

The first entry is a welcome message, telling a little about me, about Jacksonville, and about the scope I envision for my one-place study.  The second post tells of Jacksonville's place in the early 20th century as "Hollywood" before Hollywood was Hollywood -- the important role it played in the history of early silent movies.

My family lines do not go back far in Jacksonville, not as far as my husband's family does.  But even his family connection to the city goes back only as far as 1925, when his paternal aunt was born here.  Next in time is my husband, born in Jacksonville in 1946.  Our older daughter was born here in 1971.  Her sister, born in 1972, was born in St. Petersburg, Florida, as my husband was stationed there on active duty in the U.S. Coast Guard.  Our son-in-law was born in Jacksonville, also in 1972.  His family came to Florida from Missouri.  The latest family member born in Jacksonville is our grandson, born in 2004.

However, Jacksonville has longer connections to my own family than the birth of our older daughter.  My mother and father, and my sister and my brother, lived here during World War II, when my father, an officer in the U.S. Navy, was stationed at Naval Air Station Jacksonville as a flight instructor.  

This area of Florida has roots in Spanish Colonial Florida, and I will be presenting information on that history as well as more modern information.  Jacksonville has a rich history, and I'm going to delve into it.  Come along for the ride.  You may be surprised.



Tuesday, January 28, 2025

Luring my Grandson into Genealogy

 My grandson Victor, who is now 20 years old, has always wanted to hear family stories, especially stories of the years my husband and I spent in the U.S. Coast Guard.  I have told him other family stories, as well.

He visited me a couple weeks ago or so, looking for instruction on how to apply the standards in the section of the Chicago Manual of Style on source citations for one of his college classes.  He had a paper to write, and needed the format for writing his source citations.  He mentioned that he had another paper to write, and would have to pick a topic.

Aha! thinks wily grandma.  Maybe I can get him interested in genealogy.  So I suggested that he write his paper on how to begin investigating one's family history.  Not a recitation of his family history, though he might include some examples therefrom, but the how-to of beginning to gather documentation, analyze it, and draw conclusions from it.  He said he would have to run that by his professor.

He called today and said the professor had given him the green light.  So he will be over sometime during the week or the weekend, and we'll talk about it.  I have a one-lesson talk called "Bare Bones," which gives the most basic information about the subject.  I think I'll use that as a basis for instructing him on how to do this.

And I'll give him a few family stories, too.  Not for the paper, but as an incentive to him to think about delving into his family history.


Saturday, January 25, 2025

Randy Seaver's Saturday Night Genealogy Fun: Unusual Cause of Death

Hey, I'm actually posting this on Saturday!  It's time for Randy Seaver's Saturday Night Genealogy Fun and this Saturday's task is to answer:

1)  What is the most unusual cause of death you have discovered for your ancestors?

2) Tell us about the most unusual cause of death you found in your own blog post, in a comment on this post, or in a Facebook Status  post.  Please leave a link on this post if you write your own post.  

I would venture to say that having one's head crushed by a railroad-yard donkey engine is rather unusual, in the grand scheme of things.  That was the cause of death of my maternal grandfather, Benjamin Franklin "Frank" Reed [1].  The death occurred in Detroit, Michigan, 20 October 1917, two months before my mother's first birthday.  The specific cause is entered on the death certificate as "crushing injuries to head; run over by steam engine."    

My grandfather and grandmother were married 25 November 1913, and had three children [2].  The first child, my uncle Don Reed, was born seven months before the wedding.  According to my mother's sister, my aunt Margaret, the Reed family "ganged up" on my grandmother, Ruth [Nave] Reed, and took the two younger children, daughters, away from their mother and had them adopted within the family, by two of their uncles and their wives.  They would have looked down on her, following the ethos of the times, for "loose morals" in having engaged in premarital relations.  They probably also were not happy with her working as a telephone operator, as she had a mother and a son to support.  In those days, "decent" women stayed home rather than being in the workforce.  

My aunt also said that my grandmother had a sad life, and indeed she did.   You may read her story here Married to a woman he loved but his family didn't, with three children in a rather short span of years and the animosity of his family toward his wife, it could have been a stressful time for my grandfather as well as for my grandmother.  The one photo I have of my grandmother shows her with a sad expression on her face.  So I wonder if perhaps it all got too much for my grandfather, and in a moment of utter despair and hopelessness, he decided to lay his head down on the railroad track.  How many ways can one get one's head crushed by a railroad engine?

He could have tripped and fallen.  I wonder if any record exists with the railroad or in some other office that would have more detail?  This was before some of the more common and useful railroad records existed.  Any suggestions would be welcome. 

[1] State of Michigan, Department of State, Division of Vital Statistics, Transcript of Certificate of Death, Benjamin Franklin Reed.  Verified by Glenn Copeland, State Registrar, Michigan Department of Community Health, Lansing, Michigan, 3 April 2009.  Registered no. 10695.

[2]  "St. Joseph, Indiana, United States records," images, FamilySearch (https://www.familysearch.org /ark:/61903/3:1:33S7-LBLF-9DV5?view=index : Jan 25, 2025), image 108 of 818; Indiana. County Court (St. Joseph County).  Citing Marriage Record 1912-1913, Vol. 25, page 88.


 

Thursday, January 23, 2025

Joplin Note-taking Software: I use it to keep my research logs.

 I have been the world's worst about keeping a research log.  I have tried all sorts of forms published by a whole variety of companies and individuals, and nearly all, if not all, of the ones listed on Cyndi's List.  None have been satisfactory.  I like a lot of detail, and most of these forms do not have enough room for the completeness I crave in making research log entries.

I have tried various templates that others have created for their research logs.  Ones that use Excel or another spreadsheet software, I still find too much of a strait-jacket, and I'm not all that smart about spreadsheets, anyway. 

Because of the above difficulties, I just haven't been good about keeping a research log.

On my way to other things online, I ran into a software package that I have found ideal in meeting my criteria.  Joplin is a free, open-source note-taking software that is flexible and adaptable.  I can make a "notebook" for each individual in my family tree, and enter free-form, detailed notes and source citations.  I am not restricted by the inflexibility of a form.  For each source I locate, I enter a brief description of the fact(s) found in each source document.  I can comment on the reliability of the source, whether it is original or derivative, and on the information in the source, whether it is primary or secondary, and how the source stacks up as evidence.  Then I enter the source citation.  

When I need to document a statement in my blog, an analysis of the information found in a source, a posting on Ancestry.com in my trees, or whenever I need a source citation, I can simply copy the citation I have entered for the source under each individual that I have already created in my notes in Joplin.

Here's a sample of an entry in Joplin for research on my great-great-great granduncle Major Wellman Packard, of my father's paternal line, concerning his kinship to Nathaniel Strong Sunderland, another great-great-great granduncle through my mother's paternal line:

"Major Wellman Packard and Nathaniel Strong Sunderland married to sisters: Packard to Ellen Harris; Sunderland to Rachel Harris.  Both men wrote receipts to the Estate of Israel Harris, father of Ellen and Rachel, for having receive the bequests; their wives, daughters of Israel Harris, also signed.

"Last will and testament of Israel Harris. Montgomery County, Ohio, Estate Files, Ca. 1810-1887; Probate Place: Montgomery, Ohio. Ohio, U.S., Wills and Probate Records, 1786-1998: Montgomery County, Estate Files, Volume C, page 477. Ancestry.com, https://www.ancestry.com/imageviewer/collections/8801/images/005885619_00381?pId=11232916. (Last accessed 21 January 2025)"

The entries are made in RichText format, which most word-processing programs, even proprietary ones like Microsoft Word, can interpret.  Joplin has apps for a variety of devices, including mobile phones for on-site research.  It can accommodate photos taken with a phone's camera.  The program can use videos, photos, and audio files, too.

So I'm getting better about keeping a research log, now that I have found a software package I am happy with.  


Wednesday, January 22, 2025

Genealogy Book Acquisitions 2024

I am inspired by Heather Wilkinson Rojo's post, What Did Genea-Santa Bring? Christmas Books 2024 to list the genealogy books to which I treated myself to in 2024.  I did get books for Christmas, but none in the genealogy area.  I took advantage of a sale by the New England Historic Genealogical Society, of which I'm a member, to buy a selection of books relating to my early New England roots.

Robert Charles Anderson, FASG: The Great Migration Directory: Immigrants to New England, 1620-1640.  This is indeed a directory: an alphabetical listing of the names of all who have been found to have been part of the Great Migration in those twenty years.  My eighth great-grandfather, Samuel Packard, is first in line under the letter "P."  Samuel's entry gives the port in England from which he sailed, which was Wymondham, Norfolk.  Samuel was actually from Stonham Aspal, Suffolk.  He sailed on the ship Diligent, as the entry says.  Research revealed to me that Samuel had with him his wife Elizabeth, whose surname is not yet known, and their first child, an infant daughter.  They landed at Hingham, removed to Weymouth, and finally settled in Bridgewater, as this entry shows.  I have found that he lived in the part of Bridgewater that became North Bridgewater and is known today as Brockton.

Robert Charles Anderson, FASG:  The Mayflower Migration: Immigrants to Plymouth, 1620.  As I am, through my decent from Samuel Packard, a direct descendant of John Alden and Priscilla Mullins, I was elected to membership in the General Society of Mayflower Descendants.  My sixth great-grandfather Zaccheus Packard (the younger), Samuel Packard's grandson, married Mercy Alden, the great-granddaughter of John and Priscilla.  I just had to have this book.  Of benefit to practicing family historians and genealogists investigating early New England roots is Mr. Anderson's discussion of the methodology and sources he employed in his research for this book.  There is a 16-page background on the "gathering" of the persons aboard Mayflower.  And, again, my family takes a first spot.  The sketches lead off with John Alden.  The sketches are lengthy, with sources given in the narrative.  One of these days, I may have time to run these all down.

Robert Charles Anderson, FASG: Puritan Pedigrees: the Deep Roots of the Great Migration to New England.  While my line is not listed in this volume, I value it for the background it describes for the Great Migration which brought so many new settlers from England to New England.  As a historian, I'm what's called an annaliste, which means I love background.  If you don't know where you've been, you might know where you're going, but you most likely don't know why you're going.  Why our ancestors did things is just as interesting as where and when they did them, and just as much a part of their lives and ours as the where and when.

I also tapped the Genealogical Publishing Company during the year:

Susan E. Roser, Mayflower Increasings, 2nd Edition.  This is a revision and expansion of the original edition, with "more names, dates, and sources that were missing from the original," as Ms. Roser says in the Preface.  Ms. Roser only explores the first three generations, rather than the five generations presented in the multiple volumes of Mayflower Families Through Five Generations ("the Silver Books").  Each of these works can supplement the other.

 Drew Smith: Generation by Generation: A Modern Approach to the Basics of Genealogy This work is in two parts.  The first part discusses generally the basic tenets of genealogy research.  It is a good basic grounding in the process.  The second part breaks down, by generation (providing a specific spread of years for each) what to look for and what you may expect to find in genealogical research during each of those spans of years in doing basic genealogical research.  It never hurts to go back to the basics.

Then I found a few books by various authors and publishers: 

Blaine T. Bettinger and Debbie Parker Wayne: Genetic Genealogy in Practice (National Genealogical Society Special Topics Series).  First in this book is a basic overview of genetics.  Then there is a review of standards and ethics.  The rest of the book discusses the various types of DNA testing -- Y-DNA, Mitochondrial DNA, and so forth.  Included in each chapter are exercises and case studies.

Diahan Southard:  Your DNA Guide (the Book): Step by Step Plans to Connect You with Your Family Using Your DNA.  This is probably the level on which I should enter the area of genetic genealogy.  Having been a registered nurse, I understand the medical and physiological aspects of DNA, but the genealogical aspect of it is different.  There is an accompanying workbook, for working on the exercises in the book.  

Debbie Parker Wayne, editor:  Advanced Genetic Genealogy: Techniques and Case StudiesI should probably go through the previous two books on genetic genealogy a couple times each before I tackle this one.  This is one thick book!  There is a whale of a lot of information, with each chapter having been written by an individual with expertise in the particular topic or topics covered in the chapter.  Judy G. Russell, "The Legal Genealogist," has a chapter on the ethics of genetic genealogy.  [My copy of the book is autographed by Ms. Russell.]  There's a chapter by an MD on the medical aspects of the raw DNA data behind the tests.  Another chapter covers the relationship of genetic genealogy and the Genealogical Proof Standard.

Finally, two books on a subject less intimidating to me than DNA:

Christina Kassabian Schaefer: The Hidden Half of the Family: A Sourcebook for Women's Genealogy.  This is a state-by-state sourcebook on various aspects of the particular difficulties of searching for female ancestors in an Anglo-based legal system, because of the long tradition of women changing their surnames to their husband's surname.  Researching female ancestors is not quite as difficult in Romance-language countries like Spain and France.  Women are named under their own name, or under a decipherable combination of names.  Listings for each state cover such topics as Marriage and Divorce, Property and Inheritance, Voting (under the heading "Suffrage"), and more.  Some sources are given, with others implied, such as listing for Dade County marriages, with the information that marriage information is available from county records clerks at the courthouses.  The copyright date of 1999 suggests one might do well to check for the currency of the information.

Sharon DeBartolo Carmack: Telling Her Story: A Guide to Researching and Writing about Women of the Past.  This book's 2024 copyright date indicates more up-to-date information than in the book listed above.  Still, it is always best to check your state's information, either at the town, county, or state level.  Ms. Carmack provides numerous case studies to illustrate the points raised in each chapter, beginning with the problem of determining a married woman's maiden name.  Again, this is an artifact of an Anglo-based culture.  The author examines sources created specifically for information about women, with research strategies and examples.  The succeeding chapter deals with diaries, journals, letters, memoirs.  It is a lucky researcher that has more than just a few of these.  My grandma saved the letters she and her husband exchanged when he was traveling for his job with railroads.  My mother did not save the letters of herself and my father during World War II.  

That's a taste of the books I indulged in last year. 

Randy Seaver's Saturday Night Genealogy Fun: Recent Genealogy Find about an Ancestor

This weekend on Randy Seaver's Saturday Night Genealogy Fun, the assignment is:

1)  Share a recent genealogy find about an ancestor or family, such as a new name, document or even a clue towards cracking a brick wall.

2) Tell us about your recent genealogy find in your own blog post, in a comment on this post, or in a Facebook Status  post.  Please leave a link on this post if you write your own post.

In my mother's line, there is a family of the surname Sunderland.  My maternal great-great grandmother was Sarah Ann Sunderland, daughter of Benjamin Sunderland and Margaret Emeline Weller [1].

There is, among the Abraham Lincoln Papers at the Library of Congress, a letter to Lincoln from a friend, another Illinois lawyer named Major Wellman Packard, my great-great-great granduncle [2].  Major is his given name, not a military rank, but in the family he is generally known as Wellman, and he often signed his name as M. W. Packard.  In this letter to Abe Lincoln, Wellman Packard mentions his brother-in-law, N. S. Sunderland.  In researching him, I found marriage documents and other original sources, including his father-in-law's will [3].

My research revealed that Wellman Packard was married to Ellen Harris, daughter of Israel Harris [I have not yet identified Ellen's mother] [4].  N. S. Sunderland [Nathaniel Strong Sunderland] was married to Ellen's sister Rachel [5].  N. S. was the son of Peter Sunderland and Nancy Ann Robbins [6].  Benjamin Sunderland (Sarah Ann Sunderland's father, remember?) was also the son of Peter Sunderland and Nancy Ann Robbins [7].  So N. S. Sunderland was my great-great-great granduncle, the brother of my great-great-great-grandfather.  Thus, the Sunderland family is related to both my mother's line and my father's line.

N. S. Sunderland and Major Wellman Packard both appear, in the form of their attestation of having received their wives' inheritance on their behalf, in the will of Israel Harris, the father-in-law of both men [8].  

Here is the receipt signed by Nathaniel Strong Sunderland and his wife, Rachel [Harris] Sunderland:

 

And here is the receipt signed by M. W. Packard and his wife, Ellen [Harris] Packard:  

 

I find it interesting that both men added a little flourish after the terminal "d" in their surnames, that looks something like an "l" or an oversized "e."  Note that M. W. Packard includes on his statement the place and the date.  He was a lawyer, remember?

The bequests are not as paltry as they look on first blush.  $304 and $305 in 1858 are worth around $10,000 in 2023 dollars, the latest year available in The Inflation Calculator.  It appears Israel Harris was well-off [9].

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[1]  Sarah Ann [Sunderland McKee] Rogers, Death certificate.  Indiana State Board of Health, Registered No. 225.  Indiana Archives and Records Administration; Indianapolis, IN, USA; Death Certificates; Year: 1922; Roll: 12. Ancestry.com, https://www.ancestry.com/imageviewer/collections/60716/images/44494_350189-01738?pId=4985273.  (Last accessed 21 January 2025)  Also: Allen County (Indiana) Probate Will Record, Volume 7, 1890-1903, page 59.

 [2]  Library of Congress, Abraham Lincoln Papers:  Series 1, General Correspondence.  1833-1916: Major W. Packard to Abraham Lincoln, Wednesday, February 22, 1860 ("Florville's Taxes").  https://www.loc.gov/manuscripts/?q=%22florville%27s+taxes%22 (Last accessed 21 January 2025).

[3]  Last will and testament of Israel Harris.  Montgomery County, Ohio, Estate Files, Ca. 1810-1887; Probate Place: Montgomery, Ohio.   Ohio, U.S., Wills and Probate Records, 1786-1998: Montgomery County, Estate Files, Volume C, page 477. Ancestry.com, https://www.ancestry.com/imageviewer/collections/8801/images/005885619_00381?pId=11232916. (Last accessed 21 January 2025)

[4]  Marriage certification, Major W. Packard and Ellen Harris.  McLean County, Illinois, Marriage Records Book C, page 331.  "Illinois, Marriages, 1815-1935", database, FamilySearch (https://familysearch.org/ark:/61903/1:1:HSKB-VCT2 : 13 January 2020), Major W Packard, 1857. (Accessed 21 January 2025)

[5]  Marriage certification Nathanial S. Sunderland and Rachel Harris.  Montgomery County, Ohio, Marriage Records, Volume A-2, page 180.  "Ohio, County Marriages, 1789-2016", , FamilySearch (https://www.familysearch.org/ark:/61903/1:1:XD26-GHG : Sat Mar 09 09:55:39 UTC 2024), Entry for Nathaniel S. Sunderland and Rachael Harris, 06 Apr 1841. (Accessed 21 January 2025)

[6]  Last Will and Testament of Peter Sunderland, d. 2 Oct 1841.  Ohio, U.S., Wills and Probate Records, 1786-1998.  Montgomery [County], Will Records, Volume A-D, 1805-1850, pp. 202-203.  Ancestry.com, https://www.ancestry.com/imageviewer/collections/8801/images/005876827_00912?pId=15608996  (accessed 21 January 2025).

[7]  Last Will and Testament of Peter Sunderland.

[8]  Last Will and Testament of Israel Harris.

 [9]   Figures derived from The Inflation Calculator (http://westegg.com/inflation).