All My Ancestors

30 June 2006

I Went to a Funeral and 2 Horses Came

Filed under: Cemeteries,Oklahoma — allmyanc @ 8:04 pm

At 10:00 Wednesday morning I went to the funeral of a dear friend. The memorial service was here in Oklahoma City in a big air-conditioned church with a pipe organ and rituals and attendants in their suits.

The committal service was 5 hours later and 156 miles north–in a small-town country cemetery. It was hot and windy and lots of people came who had not attended the memorial service in the city.

Many of them had on their boots and starched Wranglers and straw hats. Others wore their knit slacks and a light cotton top and brought an umbrella for some protection from the unrelenting sun.

And there were also a couple of horses.

Horse Trailer

My picture didn’t turn out all that well despite using the zoom lens, at least in being able to see the horses. But it does give a good picture of the cemetery and the day.

I like country cemeteries. And I liked seeing the men with white foreheads and brown faces, holding their hats in respect for the service and for Elmer, with their heads bowed and reciting the Lord’s Prayer. We were all standing in the blazing sun when the minister/hubbo started to gather us for the service. Then I heard the unmistakable rattle of a trailer. Across the road I saw a pickup slowing down and bumping along the road’s shoulder. It stopped, two straw-hatted men got out and came over to join us gathered around the casket. They’d parked over there to avoid having to negotiate the curves of the cemetery road, I’m sure, and because there were two horses in the trailer they were pulling. These were working men taking a few minutes from their day to come pay their respects to their friend.

I know Elmer would have had a grin over the fact that his funeral was attended by horses as well as lots of loving friends and family.

24 June 2006

Question of the Day

Filed under: Ephemera — allmyanc @ 8:47 pm

First time library customer who is reading a newspaper on microfilm: “How long does this take? I’ve been here for two hours and I’m still not through!”

Me: “Well, it can take a lifetime.”

23 June 2006

More Bathroom Blogging

Filed under: South Dakota,Unruh Family — allmyanc @ 7:34 pm

I recently listened to one of Dick Eastman’s podcasts. He’s been the guru of technology for genealogists and a reliable reviewer of various genealogy publications for years in his terrific online newsletter. The newsletter that was initially delivered via email has morphed into a blog http://blog.eogn.com/, and lately he’s resurrected his dj skills and has developed a podcast as well. The National Genealogical Society’s annual meeting was in Chicago last week and he took advantage of the occasion to interview some well known folks in the field.

One guy he interviewed, however, was not as well known, at least to me. He was the dinner speaker for the Conference. And he did make an impact. His topic was excavating where outhouses had stood. When I first saw the topic, I thought surely this isn’t what I think it is.

Ike

But it was. Craig Pfannekuch is an amateur archaeologist and he encourages those of us who can do so to excavate where our family outhouses stood. He even teaches how to do it and what to look for.

I have done a lot of things that have stretched me in one way or the other since I got into genealogy–I’ve called people I’ve never met to discuss possible family connections. I’ve visited courthouses in lots of counties from Ohio to Texas and worked shoulder to shoulder with the landmen who were in there tracing mineral rights, not to mention a spider or two that has crawled out of a crevice. I’ve traveled to some pretty desolate cemeteries to take photos and check headstones.

But I think I’m drawing the line here. My grandparents in South Dakota had an outhouse until well into the 1970s. It may actually still be there. When we visited in 1981, it was still there and they still used it. They did finally get indoor plumbing sometime around 1967, but they didn’t haul off the outhouse. My grandad called it “Ike” and considered it his duty to save the indoor plumbing by continuing to use the outhouse. Truth be told, he probably considered it our duty as well, but some of us were unwilling to make the trip that was now so unnecessary in our minds. (I have no idea the origin of his name for Ike, though it must have had some connection to the president at the time he built the original one.) My grandmother loved to tell about the time she heard me screaming bloody murder out there–she thought for sure I’d fallen in (a special fascinating terror for me when I was little). When she opened the door to check on me, she discovered I’d dropped the roll of toilet paper in and was, for some reason, quite distraught. I have no memory of that particular incident though I have lots of memories of Ike.

Grands and Boys

I won’t go into details. I will share that when we visited in 1981, my husband had some definite questions about the fact that there were two toilet seats. I had no answers–it’s just the way it was. I’ve included some photos from that trip–we call them South Dakota Gothic.

Gran and Grandad

Time and Ike

22 June 2006

Appropriately Named

Filed under: Ephemera — allmyanc @ 6:06 pm

Today I came across the name of a lawman in Ottawa County–Evilsizer. It would only be more appropriate a name if it were Evilseizer.

Close enough.

18 June 2006

Father’s Day 2006

Filed under: Dad — allmyanc @ 1:37 pm

I learned a lot from my Dad. He was the repository of surprising information and beliefs.

I wish I would have inherited his ability to let things go and to seemingly not worry about life. Sometimes I thought he was a little too fatalistic, but maybe that’s what comes from being a farmer in the Texas panhandle.

He believed in drinking out of glass glasses only–the plastic ones didn’t rinse well, according to him. And he always had a glass of ice water handy, usually with his coffee. If your feet sweat too much, soak them in a 10-15% Clorox solution and you were good to go. Rinsing out your thermos with soda and water was essential to keeping your water fresh. And you really shouldn’t scrub out your coffee pot if you wanted to make good coffee. I learned to extend the blooming in my flower bed by deadheading spent blooms from him. He “translated” Mares Eat Oats and Does Eat Oats for me. And he also would tell me that “Shank’s Pony” was the way for me to get to town when I’d want to use the car.

My mom used to respond with a mixture of amazement and almost aggravation when he knew some esoteric word in her crossword puzzle. He wasn’t an educated man in the traditional sense of the word, but when he came up with one of those answers, he just grinned his satisfaction and ducked his head.

I’ve been listening to the cd of Bette Midler doing Rosemary Clooney songs. I really wasn’t prepared for the memories one of the songs brought. Who knew “This Ole House” was a Rosemary Clooney hit? And who knew my Dad sang her songs? I suppose he learned lots of those songs the hours he spent on the tractor or combine or in the pickup–listening to the local am radio station.

verses 2 &3 from This Ole House
This ole house is a-gettin’ shaky
This ole house is a-gettin’ old
This ole house lets in the rain
This ole house lets in the cold
On his knees I’m gettin’ chilly
But he feel no fear nor pain
‘Cause he see an angel peekin’
Through a broken windowpane
CHORUS

This ole house is afraid of thunder
This ole house is afraid of storms
This ole house just groans and trembles
When the night wind flings its arms
This ole house is gettin’ feeble
This old house is needin’ paint
Just like him it’s tuckered out
But he’s a-gettin’ ready to meet the saints

One of the last conversations I had with my Dad ended him with informing me in no uncertain terms that he was not winding down. He had lived through the health challenges he did because of that spirit, but the rest of use could see him getting “tuckered out.”

Rest in peace, Dad. Lots of love.

13 June 2006

Merriman Landrum and his “negro fellow Dick”

Filed under: Cooper Family,Landrum Family,South Carolina,Tennessee,Texas — allmyanc @ 10:31 pm

I’ve been looking again at my 4th great-grandfather, Merriman Landrum. Depending on the source, Merriman was born in Union County, South Carolina, in 1774 or 1784–some sources say at the time of the Revolutionary War and other say at the end of that war. He married Delilah Jackson in 1805, and the year after, along with some of his siblings and extended family, he moved to Middle Tennessee.

Much of the information I have about this man has come from a biography of his son, Rev. John Gill Landrum, written by H.P. Griffith in 1885. Merriman Landrum is one of those ancestors who, despite not living very long, seemed to have had enough offspring and an interesting enough life, and perhaps enough force of character, that he’s documented in various places. I’ve done my own research on him, of course, and have discussed him with relatives who are also seeking info about this line. My great-aunt Marge had some stories about him that had come to her through her father. Her father (George C. Cooper 1859-1935) had been reared by his grandparents who were Merriman’s daughter Elizabeth and her husband Job Cooper.

Merriman’s will is only about 3 sentences long, which may indicate he was very ill when he wrote it. It was presented for probate shortly thereafter. He mentions only his wife Delilah and his “Negro boy” Dick by name. None of his 9 children are named nor are they mentioned. Many of his brothers and sisters also lived nearby but are not addressed in the will. My assumption is that he said what seemed the most expedient at the time, and the brevity is both informative and curious.

Williamson County, Tennessee Wills and Inventories, Book 4, page 138

I Meriman Landrum of the State of Tennessee and County of Williamson calling to mind the mortality of my body, make and ordain this my last will and testament.

1st my will as [t?]ing such worldly estate as it hath pleas’d God to bless me with is as follows

1st I give unto Delilah Landrum my wife all my household furniture during her natural life and all the rest of my estate, during her widowhood.

My will is secondly is that my wife shall not trade her rights to my land or negro fellow Dick during her natural life.

I nominate and appoint my well beloved friend Azariah Kimbro executor to this my last will and testament.

In witness whereof I have hereunto set my hand and seal. Oct 24th day of 1825.

Test. Isaac D. Robinson and Christopher Robinson

Family lore said the Landrums were anti-slavery and so I was surprised when I saw “my negro fellow Dick” mentioned in one of the 3 sentences of Merriman’s “last will and testament.” My first assumption was that this had been an inheritance of Delilah’s — she was from a fairly well-to-do family in South Carolina. But her father’s (Ralph Jackson 1752-1817) will yielded no clues.

The 1839 will of Merriman’s brother Benjamin sheds some light. It seems that Benjamin was indebted to Merriman and so he sent Dick to live with Merriman and his family until the debt could be repaid. Benjamin makes it very clear in his will that if Dick can pay Merriman’s widow the $500 Benjamin owed Merrimen, then he is “to be freed from servitude”, that it was never his intention that Dick be a slave for life.

I wonder about the sincerity or at least the viability of this offer. Five hundred dollars seems like an awful lot of money for that day, and especially for a black man in the 1830s to try to earn to buy his freedom. And it is also interesting to me that his will addresses only this debt and the circumstances under which Dick came to live to Merriman and Delilah. He appoints a third brother, John, to be his executor, and makes no other comments nor bequests in his will.

I don’t know how this particular part of the story came out. A cousin has written a short article about this man Dick. I can’t lay hands on my copy of the article at this point, nor can I find the accounts of Dick being in the Cooper household. Court records indicate that Job Cooper is at some point accused of harboring a runaway slave–

This is an example of the “messiness” of doing family history research. The whole repugnant idea of slavery appears in the midst of studying this family–the family who was supposedly anti-slavery in fact had one. I’ll post more later on Merriman–he was a minister and a teacher, and I rather like the story I found about Delilah. But there’s Dick, standing in the shadows. What of his family and his ancestors? I hope at least his being mentioned in so many records of my ancestors has allowed his family to find him in a time when surnames were prohibited and humans were used to secure a debt.

10 June 2006

Bladder Training

Filed under: Germans from Russia,Mom — allmyanc @ 6:57 pm

I think all families have stories about bathrooms and underwear. And they’re nearly always told with a grin.

Today we were leaving work and I stopped by the bathroom on the way out. I caught up with my colleagues at the elevator and of course comments ensued. But it reminded me to tell them about an assistant I used to have who always reminded me of how dangerous it was to get on the road without stopping by the bathroom first. I’m sure it would be problematic to have a wreck and suffer internal injuries with a full bladder, but somehow it just always seemed pretty low on my list of considerations as I got ready to get on I-35 for the 40 minute commute home.

Then, of course, one of the other colleagues related how her mother really had always told her and her sibs to have on clean underwear when they left the house. We never got that particular speech at home, unless we were going to the doctor, but it did remind me of my mom telling about taking her 2 aunts to visit their parents’ (and grandparents’) graves.

This would have been about a 4 hour trip. Sometime into the journey, Aunt Edna requested a bathroom stop, with which Mom promptly complied. When Mom noticed Aunt Lorene wasn’t getting out of the car, she asked her if she didn’t need to use the facilities.

“No,” came the reply, “I’m training my bladder.”

I don’t know if my mom laughed then, but I know she did many times later on, as did the rest of us.

This was so typical of Aunt Lorene. She was always training something. She got me started on a quilt of the state birds when I was about 10. I still have most of the pieces and I WILL finish it one of these days. (This project has been complicated by the fact that Aunt Lorene’s house burned with blocks for the states from Texas up through North Dakota). She taught me a how to make hospital corners and a great deal about cooking–she’d trained as an LVN in Albuquerque. She made lots of her gifts and I still like to make presents for others and treasure a handmade gift when it comes my way. She taught my mom a great deal about home decorating and making curtains and slip covers. She was a smart woman. But she did have that “training” gene. She was, after all, the sister to my grandfather who was referenced earlier as drilling holes before he drove in nails. Either one could fix or make almost anything, except peace between them.

6 June 2006

Give-aways

Filed under: Perryton — allmyanc @ 11:19 am

Yesterday I stopped in at the neighborhood Braum’s store to avail myself of their produce section. I love that there’s a mini grocery store in Braum’s now. As I was checking out, the clerk asked me if I had received my free ice cream scoop. I had not and since I was obviously buying more that the requisite $10 worth of stuff, I was presented with one.

This morning as I was putting it away, I remembered how many other similar ice cream scoops we had. Nearly all of them came Perryton, Texas. No, there’s not a factory there, but through the years, my dad was the recipient of some pretty great give-aways from the local agriculture-related businesses–usually at Christmas time. Items came from the Equity, where we took the harvested grain, the All-County Supply, where we bought John Deere tractors and combines and parts and where my brother worked for a while, and North Plains Electric, the regional electricity cooperative.

Yardstick

Some of these items I came by after both of our parents had died and we had to clean out their house. But probably more of them came from “shopping the kitchen” on visits home. There were always “extra” spatulas, cake or pie servers, yardsticks, ice cream scoops, and even fly swatters. So handy. I don’t know if the folks who gave these items away to their customers realized their generosity would travel to “the City”, as they called Oklahoma City out there, but I guess that’s part of the plan of such items–advertising far and wide.

In more recent years, it seems like most of these places began giving away the ubiquitous cap with their ad on the front. That was good for the men, who comprised the majority of their customers, at least the one of the family they saw the most often–but not so good for those of us who counted on the trickle-down theory for some of life’s conveniences. (Ever try to buy a yardstick? They’re pretty hard to come by.) And shopping the pile of hats in the garage wasn’t nearly as much fun as finding an “extra” utensil in the kitchen.

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