Friday, May 22, 2015

Memorial Day Weekend

We have had a very cool spring and my thoughts for this Memorial Day weekend revolve around getting in the garden. Our weather report tells me I may have one day to achieve my goal. Memorial Day weekend, in my neck of the woods, tends to be a rainy event. Maybe it represents tears for all those who gave the ultimate sacrifice for me and for you. 




In Flanders Field

In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.

By Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD
Canadian Army

Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, M.D., “In Flanders Field,” Arlington Cemetery(http://www.arlintoncemetery.net/flanders.htm : accessed 28 May 2012).

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Genealogy Gophers

I recently found a new website thanks to Dick Eastman, Family Tree Magazine and North Suburban Genealogical Society. It is amazing how the word gets around. Plug in your search parameters and let the site go to work. Here is the link:

https://www.gengophers.com/#/

I entered my brick wall ancestor, Silas W. Cobb, and found a new publication, Colonial Families of America volume 17. I have been in search of Silas W.'s parentage for about five years. Colonial Families of America reports him to be the son of Captain Silas Cobb of Norton, Massachusetts.

The Tan Book for Norton, Massachusetts does not list Silas W. Cobb as a child of Captain Silas Cobb and Deliverance Hodges. They did have a son, Silas, whose birth and death dates differ from my Silas. Colonial Families of America tells me that the evidence was in possession of the family who are now deceased.

Nothing is ever easy when it comes to my 4th great grandfather.

Something to ponder....


Linda

Friday, April 24, 2015

This One is for Mocadeaux!

Mocadeaux has lived all over the U.S. The one place she longs for is the Village of Glenview! Glenview is a wonderful place to live. The sleepy little village has grown over the years. Glenview was once home to the Glenview Naval Air Station. GNAS was the first air base closed by the Clinton administration.

The Chicago Tribune has a Photo Gallery: A History of Glenview. Take a peak to see another wonderful place to live...

http://galleries.apps.chicagotribune.com/chi-photo-gallery-a-history-of-glenview-20130531/

Eleanor Roosevelt came to town for the Roosevelt Pool dedication. It is a circular pool that gradually deepens as if going to the beach. Great place for the community kids to swim.


Linda

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Hometown Wonders

My husband caught a bit of the nostalgic bug the other day. He discovered a Chicago Tribune photo gallery of his beloved hometown of Northbrook, Illinois. I have never met a family who absolutely loved their hometown as my in-laws do.

It must have been a magical place. Northbrook (originally Shermerville) was a small town back in the 1950s. Here is a link to the website should you wish to see what Northbrook/Shermerville was all about.

Chicago Tribune Photo Gallery: A history of Northbrook
http://galleries.apps.chicagotribune.com/chi-photo-gallery-a-history-of-northbrook-20130328/

Seeing his great uncle in the volunteer fire department brought a smile to my husband's face. Memories spilled out as he walked back in time.

Then there was a terrible train accident in downtown. HIs best buddy's mother was killed when her car was caught on the train tracks. The whole town rallied around the unfortunate family.

Don't miss the photograph of the whole town welcoming Anne Henning and Diane Holum as they arrive home from the Winter Olympics in 1972. Northbrook was a mecca for speed skaters back then.

Looks to me that Northbrook was indeed a special place. Perhaps there is a photo gallery somewhere on the internet for your hometown???


Linda

From the Heart 2

Vanderbilt Beach in Naples, Florida did not yield any genealogical finds this year. Here is a heartfelt repost of a from 27 April 2012.

Under the Beach Umbrella



 Captiva Island’s beach umbrella yielded yet another genealogical surprise! My smart phone did make more than one appearance on the beach. Tucked safely away in my beach bag, I heard that familiar tone . . . I had a message. This message came from my cousin, Sharon, reporting that she had found a family photograph and was sharing her discovery.

My family tree research leans toward my maternal side due to the simple fact, I knew very little about my mother’s side of the family. I remember finding her paternal grandmother, Anna Mae Dollen nee Paul, and wondering would I ever know what she looked like.  I also wondered about Mom’s paternal great grandmother, Emma Dollen nee Strong. What did she look like?  As luck would have it, I was able to locate photographs of both ladies and now I know their appearance.

On 12 June 1849 Emma Dollen nee Strong came to the United States with her widowed mother, Elizabeth, and two sisters: Fanny and Sarah Caroline Strong. The family settled in the Finger Lake regions of New York. I often wondered if I would ever get to see what Fanny or Sarah Caroline looked like. I thought my chances were slim to none until I phone beeped. There was Sarah Caroline’s photograph attached to Cousin Sharon’s email.  



Right before my eyes where John Dalton (husband to Sarah Caroline), Caroline Dalton and son, Henry Dalton. It takes my breath away each time I find one more piece of the puzzle especially when the prize comes through the generosity of others.

I am always in awe of Sharon for her Grandmother and Aunt had such vision to preserve the familial treasures for future generations. Sharon gladly shares the treasures she is blessed with and I am a lucky recipient. Building a family tree is truly a collaborative effort.

With Gratitude to my Cousin Sharon Small Mitchell, Eva Small and Evalyn Small Mikes.


Linda

Monday, April 20, 2015

From the Heart 1


Here is a repost from 12 January 2012. Love my grandmothers!
From the Heart,
Linda

Grandmotherly Love


Yesterday’s Wordless Wednesday post was a family photograph. I chuckle when I see this photograph because it speaks volumes about my grandmothers.




The subject of the photograph is my maternal grandmother, Henrietta Evelina Danker Dollen Haskins. As you can see, my grandmother loved to have a good time! She was a flapper. She was engaged twice prior to marrying at the age of seventeen.

So, there she is, my mischievous, maternal grandmother with streamers around her neck and party poppers inserted in her nostrils and ears! It must be New Year’s Eve as she is raising a glass in a toasting gesture. Grandma Haskins is thoroughly enjoying her moment. She is the life of the party!

Let your eyes wander to the back of the photograph and you will see my paternal grandmother, Olga Bertha Louise Schumann Meyer. This grandmother is cradling my brother, Jeff, in her arms.  Jeff is about six months of age. Grandma Meyer is completely in love with the little boy in her arms and thoroughly enjoying her moment.

Those grandmothers of mine are radically different people! They are both beautiful, loving women who lived life in the own unique style.  Watching each of my grandmothers in action makes me treasure this photograph.

The boy with the patch on his eye is my brother, Dick. He had lazy eye and needed to wear the patch to correct his vision. His left arm did not get into the picture. If it did, you would have seen his arm in a cast.
 
That is me on the left. I am that half a girl watching my silly grandmother!

Friday, April 17, 2015

From the Heart

Telling beautiful stories about beautiful ancestors has been my goal. Some posts have met my goal and others not so much. Those posts that fell short of my goals didn’t come from the heart.

As long as there is life, a heart will beat. The same can be said of love. Isn’t that what life is about? Love.

Some lives are long drawn out affairs filled with all the trials and tribulations of the world and how it affects beating hearts. Some hearts are destined to beat for just a short while. 

Those who came before once had hearts that beat with love, fear, success, failure, poverty, disease and on and on. Their heartfelt tales are as relevant today as then. Though circumstances may change, human reaction is not unique.  It is our common thread.
Past meets present...

Linda