All My Ancestors

27 September 2007

. . . from Ireland

Filed under: Ephemera — allmyanc @ 8:02 am

It’s kind of pathetic to go to Ireland and be thrilled about watching a television show, but I did get to watch “Who Do You Think You Are?” and it was great fun. The family story for Griffith Rhys Jones was partially true and partially not so much true. Isn’t that the way it goes?

Today I visited the National Library and looked in the room for “chasing ancestors,” as our hotel guy calls it. I went into the room and picked up a handout or two, but no Irish relatives popped out. Don’t think I have any.

Ireland is indeed a magical place–we’ve covered the more rural Kenamare and have spent the last few days in Dublin. I look forward to being home, but it’s been a grand trip. Brilliant, as they say here.

16 September 2007

Off to Ireland

Filed under: Uncategorized — allmyanc @ 8:52 am

I’m off to Ireland for almost 2 weeks.

My only other out of country experience was 3 weeks in the USSR in 1991–when Yeltsin was being elected.  Hopefully, Ireland won’t be changing governments or anything that drastic on this trip.

I’d like to say I’m doing genealogical research, because that would mean I’d been able to jump the pond.  But I know I’ll enjoy being there–my forebearers who were Vikings were there a few times, so maybe that counts.  :-)

Talk amongst yourselves.

10 September 2007

Listening…and dust

Filed under: Cemeteries, How to, Osborne Family — allmyanc @ 5:20 pm

It’s amazing what you can learn by just listening at family funerals.

I learned where one of my aunts was from–didn’t think it was all that interesting until I started looking for her family on the census. Her birth name is not the same as what I always knew her by. And her mother died when she was very young. I remember a light sort of going on when someone said where she was from–why hadn’t I ever asked that question?

Another aunt’s father was married 3 times–the wife I knew was #3 and quite a bit younger than him. Guess that could account for why she is almost contrary about digging for family history.

I also heard about a couple of arguments in the family, long ago, that account for some of what I saw growing up. I don’t want to go into detail here, but I never could figure out why there was such a gap between members of the same families who lived only 60 miles apart.

I didn’t go to that funeral hoping for more family information–I was glad that I’d gone to family reunion last month and that this wasn’t our only recent get-together. I went to honor my uncle, my dad’s brother. All his siblings were known and dear to me as a child–and now there are only two left. I went because that’s what we do in families–I went for the living. I enjoyed being in the cemetery where 3 generations of my family are buried–not because I’m glad they’re gone, but I am glad that I knew so many of them and it’s somehow meaningful to me that they are buried all together in the same cemetery. As the minister recited the “dust to dust” passage, it seemed especially appropriate–my family were farmers and they loved the land. It’s comforting to me to hear that “dust to dust” part because I think they’ve always viewed themselves as part of the land. As I told my brother, there was a lot of Osborne dust at that cemetery.

5 September 2007

Uncle Jack

Filed under: Osborne Family, South Dakota, Texas — allmyanc @ 11:32 am

Today I’m making another trip to the Texas panhandle.

Another of my dad’s siblings has died and I’m off to the funeral. This brother’s children were the cousins closest to my age. I found this picture of us the other day and sent it to his daughter. I told her I’d give a lot of money to know what we were thinking–she wrote back that it was sort of scary given that her brother was holding a gun. :-)

Cousins

I think this picture was taken in South Dakota when others in that family were farming up there in the 50s. They’d harvest their wheat “down south” and then haul their equipment 640 miles up Highway 83 to South Dakota to harvest up there. I remember getting behind some of those caravans traveling through the 2 lane roads in the sand hills of Nebraska. South Dakota natives “credit” us with bringing goatheads to the state in our tires. I don’t blame them for being mad.

My mom is barely visible in the background on the left and Dad and Uncle Jack’s oldest brother is the faded image on the right. I believe this picture was at his house–I have this memory of their house always being so clean and so cool, even in the days before air conditioning.

4 September 2007

Dad and Slim

Filed under: Dad, Osborne Family — allmyanc @ 6:10 pm

Dad

Today is my Dad’s 78th birthday–he died too soon for an Osborne.

After Mom died, Dad lived with my family and me for a couple of years. One of his “jobs” was to let Slim, our dog, in and out. Both being gentle spirits, they bonded. I’m pretty sure Slim took advantage of Dad’s generous spirit, asking to go in and out way more often than absolutely necessary, but Dad never complained.

One day when we came home from work Dad had to tell us that day’s events. Evidently a low flying hot air balloon chose right over our yard to open the burner, and it was not equipped with one of the “whisper burners” sometimes used to keep from spooking livestock. Slim and Dad were in the back yard at the time, but not for long. Slim was spooked, to say the least. My dad was a quiet guy, but he was laughing so hard, he could hardly tell the story. And he laughed that hard each time he told the story. (I regret to say that bathroom humor was probably the only other topic that made him laugh that hard.)

We had a laugh here at home today remembering that event when we were trying to inflate one of those large exercise balls and Slim went ballistic, so to speak–he started barking and biting at the ball. We had to send him outside. Hubbo is sure he (Slim) was recalling the balloon experience.

I’m thinking Dad probably had one more laugh at Slim’s expense.

2 September 2007

This week’s obsession

Filed under: General, How to — allmyanc @ 6:40 pm

This week I’ve been caught up in Chris Dunham’s Genealogue Challenges.

I recently read one genealogist’s statement on “why I do this,” meaning research one’s family, and he or she (don’t remember which) said in what I took to be a rather superior tone that they certainly didn’t do genealogy because they loved puzzles.

I must be the inferior type because that is part of what I love about family history–solving the problems. And Chris’ challenges provide just the thing.

I do have to admit to wondering how (and maybe why) he puts them together. Whatever that process, I enjoy the chase. It provides an opportunity to sharpen my skills and learn new resources. I’ve had fairly good success with solving the challenges and what I’ve learned!!

The most recent was a chase to find out Irene Ryan’s birth name and how she was listed on the 1920 census. I learned her mother was an Irish immigrant, that Irene was born in El Paso, and that even at 17, she was listed as an actress on the census. The “extra credit” was to confirm that the woman she was buried with was her sister–I didn’t make it that far, but others did. I could make a fairly good circumstantial case, but I had to give up and go to bed before I could put the final nail in the case.

In the chase to find the name of one of the undertakers for Frank James, I discovered that “racket store” was a variety store–I thought that’s what the census said, but I’d never heard the term. Now I know. My having worked in a very old small town in western Oklahoma across the street from a former furniture store that had “caskets built” still lettered on the window came in handy on that search.

I also learned that Barnett Kulp’s “most famous granddaughter” was Sara Lee. Solving that one entailed learning where Barnett Kulp died, locating his death notice in LA that said he was to be buried in Chicago. That enabled me to find his obituary, with his survivors, including the married names of his daughters. When I finally decided to run their names through Google, sure enough, daughter “Tillie Lubin” emerged as the mother of Sara Lee–Mr. Lubin bought a chain of bakeries in Iowa and Mrs. Lubin insisted on naming the cakes for their daughter.

Big Nose Kate was a fun chase as well. That name sounded vaguely familiar, and sure enough, she was also known as Katie Elder, off and on companion of Doc Holliday. Lesser known, though, is that she lived her last 20 years with a man named John Jesse Howard and was executrix of his estate. The challenge was to find his full name, and the name of his estranged wife. The Arizona death certificates and birth certificates from that era are online, and they provided the names.

Some I haven’t done so well on–Chris wasn’t kidding when he said the one about Casey Stengel was trickier than it first appeared. I not only learned a lot about Casey Stengel, I learned to remember to use more of the free resources out there–Google books, e.g.

Did you know there really was a Chef Boyardee?

The chase isn’t always about famous or infamous people, but nearly always, I go to some of my favorite sources. There’s Joe Beine’s Online Searchable Death Indexes and Records, which includes links to the necrology index at Cleveland Public Library and the death and birth certificates in Arizona and Missouri.

Check out Chris’ site–he’s also got top ten lists, links to current news stories with a genealogical twist, and he maintains a genealogy blog finder if you’re looking for more to read.

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