All My Ancestors

31 December 2009

It Was A Very Good Mitchell Year

Filed under: Cooper Family, Military, Mississippi, Mitchell Family, Tennessee, Texas — allmyanc @ 12:11 pm

I began knowing only the unexceptional name of my great-great grandmother–Mary E. Mitchell–and that her first child was born in Texas in 1859.  I have yet to find any sort of marriage record for Mary E. and her husband John B. Cooper.

By consulting Texas school census records and comparing them to the federal census, I found her father’s name –Ephraim M. Mitchell.

This helped me make contact with others who were researching Ephraim and his wife Rebecca R. Jones, and their 13 children!

There is family lore about Rebecca being the daughter of Sam Jones and Itee– Sam, aka Arpeika, the fierce Seminole leader and Itee, 1/2 Irish and 1/2 Choctaw.

But what about the Mitchells?  No one in my family knew anything about them.  Mary Mitchell’s husband was killed in the Civil War and she died shortly thereafter, leaving my great-grandfather George C. Cooper and his sister Rebecca Ann.  The children were reared by their father’s family and very little was known about their mother Mary, much less her family.

But this year, with the help of some other Mitchell researchers, we have connected the dots, as one of them so aptly put it.  With all the apparent relationships so obvious after the fact.

Ephraim’s father has been identified, as have some of his uncles–indentifying the uncles is part of how we got to Ephraim’s father John Mitchell.  And, we found his mother, identified in Lightfoot’s “Let the Drums Roll” about Maury County Tennessee Revolutionary War veterans, only as “Patsy McClain.”   Just this week we not only found her name to be McLean, but we likely found her father and mother and more.

Of course the path was not straight.  John Mitchell apparently died in 1847 in Mexico as the result of illness contracted during his service in the Mexican War.  The probate file for settlement of his estate is missing from the Shelby County, Texas, courthouse.  (of course it is!)  There is another younger John Mitchell enlisted in the same unit–but he cannot be found after the war in 1850–at least not yet.  And is he even the son of John Sr. or is he a nephew?

Gratefully, someone saved some family letters and shared them with the rest of us.  It’s only the transcription of a letter John Mitchell wrote in 1847 from Austin Texas where he’s awaiting deployment to Mexico.  He talks about having stopped by Corsicana to visit his brother D.R., he mentions his horse Charley, and he admonishes his son Ephraim to take care of his mother.  D.R. turns out to be John’s brother David Reed Mitchell, living and working in Corsicana, Navarro County, Texas, and early correspondent from Maury County Tennessee with President Andrew Jackson regarding his deceased brother James’ estate.  Charley the horse is mentioned later in another preserved letter written to Ephraim by an attorney on behalf of his cousin “H. R. Mitchell”–H.R. had evidently traded the sorrel horse Charley for 100 acres of John Mitchell’s head right land  in Rusk County.  H. R. turns out to be Hiram Reed Mitchell, probably the son of David Reed Mitchell.  Researching his family takes us back to Mississippi where there are indications that the Mitchells were between the time they were in Tennessee and Texas.

When a Patsy or Martha Mitchell who would be a good candidate for John’s wife cannot be found in the 1850 Texas census, I go looking in Mississippi.  Sure enough, there’s a good possibility living in an R. L. Boyd’s home, listed as “mother-in-law” and R. L.’s wife’s name is Mary E.  The longer I examine this family, the more convinced I am that this is John Mitchell’s “Patsy McClain” and Ephraim M. Mitchell’s mother.  The name Boyd keeps appearing, too, as a middle name for Mitchells–both Hiram and Ephraim have children with Boyd middle names.  Robert Louis Boyd dies too early for them to be named for him, so where did this name come from?  My search for more info on R. L. Boyd ends up in a dead end, but I believe the Mitchell search has yielded some more clues.

I am grateful that Martha “Patsy” McLean and John Mitchell broke out of the Mitchell’s inclination to name sons John, James, Andrew or David, and named my ancestor for his maternal grandfather, Ephraim McLean, Jr.  And Ephraim McLean, Jr. is married to Mary “Polly” Boyd.  The McLean line is well-documented–there’s even an DAR chapter named for Ephraim McLean, Sr., a Revolutionary War vet who lived to be +90, living in Pennsylvania, North Carolina, Kentucky and Tennessee.

So it’s been a very good year for Mitchell research.  Of course, I still have questions–and this is still a challenging search because all of the Mitchell families apparently named their multitudinous sons for their relatives–John and Andrew and James with an occasional David thrown in.  But it feels like a brickwall has come down, and much of it since the 4-days-ago Mad Monday post about the Mitchells.

It’s a great way to end one year and start another.

Still digging.

28 December 2009

Madness Monday: Mitchell Family

Filed under: Cooper Family, Memes, Military, Mississippi, Mitchell Family, Texas — allmyanc @ 1:53 pm

I’ve written about my Mitchell quest before.

This is a tough search because it’s a common name, the given names are also common (John, James, Mary, Martha), the family was apparently quite mobile, and most of what I want to know occurred before 1850 so the luxury of the every-name census records are not available.   Add that this family was often in territory before statehood (e.g., probably Mississippi) and in a state I have not extensively researched, and the result is a family that drives me a little mad.

Plus, I also have to question the sanity of a man 56 years of age (according to his service record) who joins up to fight in the Mexican War.

So while I’ve written quite a bit recently about this family, it still fits the Monday Madness meme for Geneabloggers–both because they drive me mad and I do think John Mitchell, Sr. might have been a little off his rocker.  :-)

Here is the latest information I’ve received on a person named John Mitchell, Jr.  I’m still not certain that he is the brother of my 4th great-grandfather, Ephraim Miles Mitchell, son of John Mitchell and probably Martha “Patsy” McClain.  I’ve mentioned before that I have a copy of a letter written by John Mitchell from Austin, Texas, as he is awaiting deployment to Mexico.  He mentions his brother “D. R.,” and his horse Charley, but no mention of a son in the same unit.

He does enlist on the same day in the same place as John Mitchell, Sr–20 May 1847 in Rusk County, Texas.

He enlists in the same unit–1st Texas Mounted Volunteers, Co. I.

Unlike John Sr., he apparently survives the war and he one muster roll card indicates he was mustered out 1 May 1848 by Captain Washington near Vera Cruz, Mexico.

His service record gives no other clues that I can see.  Do you?

I posted most of this info in my 20 Dec post, but by writing about it again, I guess I think I’m emphasizing how frustrated I am with these guys.

Through the years I have found pieces of information on this family that all started from my trying to search for info on my mysterious great-great grandmother, Ephraim’s daughter Mary.  I knew nothing about her family when I started, so with some perspective, I have learned quite a bit about this mysterious bunch–I knew her grandchildren but they knew practically nothing about her.  John B. and Mary are a bit of the “lost generation” in my family since both Mary and her husband John B. Cooper died young–he in the Civil War and she shortly thereafter.

Here’s hoping . . .

26 December 2009

A New Home: My Mom’s Wedding Rings

Filed under: Holidays, Mom, Spindle Family — allmyanc @ 11:45 am

A few weeks ago our youngest son announced the time had come.  He was going to propose to his sweetie and they were getting married in the summer.

I thought about it for a while and wrote both sons telling them I had their maternal grandmother’s wedding rings, and while there was only one diamond, they were welcome to think about using the stone and/or rings if they and their beloveds agreed.

They talked and the rings were examined while everyone was here for Thanksgiving.

In the end, the oldest son agreed that since son #2 had firmer plans than did he, he should have first crack at the rings.

So #2 son brought his beloved over to check out the rings.  My mom had saved the original 1950’s Zale’s settings when she had her diamond reset into newer gold  rings about 1975.  When Ang viewed both the updated gold set and the old white gold, stoneless set with a break in the thinned, well-worn wedding band, she fell in love.

With the older set.

I predicted this as Ang wears clothes from vintage shops that look very much like what I wore to college 40 years ago.  Except they look much better on her.  She manages to make those double-knit a-line dresses look great.

The end of this story is that Ang received the old, repaired, restored engagement ring that my mother wore so many years ago for Christmas.

Mom would be tickled–in the sense that her grandson is marrying someone who values the history of that set of rings, but also because she (Ang) prefers what she (Mom) set aside almost 25 years ago.

Welcome to the family, Ang.

20 December 2009

John Mitchell, Jr. in the Mexican War

Filed under: Military, Mississippi, Mitchell Family, Texas — allmyanc @ 9:16 pm

I know, I know.  We’re supposed to be blogging about Christmas.

But I received the second Mexican War service record I’ve ordered.  Ever.  And I’ve written before about my lack of confidence in dealing with military records–mostly because of my ignorance of them, particularly any record other than ones from the Civil War.

This one is for a man named John Mitchell, Jr.  He enlisted in Rusk County, Texas on 20 May 1847.  He is 30 years of age and he enlists in what becomes Co. I, 1st Regiment Texas Mounted Volunteers.  The commander for this unit is the colorful Capt. John “Jack” Coffee Hays.

In this same unit, also as previously posted, is John Mitchell, Sr.  Because of a copy of a letter passed down through the family, I am relatively certain John Mitchell Sr. is my ancestor.

But who is John Mitchell, Jr.  Can I safely assume he is the son of John, Sr.?  They enlist on the same day in the same place into the same unit and for the same length of time.  John Sr.’s horse was evidently of better quality as it is valued at $130.  Jr.’s is valued at $75, goes up to $100 by November and then at the time of mustering out, May 1848, is valued at $50.  Wonder what the process is of valuing the horses?

I looked for a John Mitchell, born about 1817, in Rusk County, Texas in the 1850 census.  I did not find anyone who fit this description.  So I went back to  Mississippi looking for such a person.  There is J. B. Mitchell who is the right age in DeSoto County in both 1850 and 1860.  The Mitchells are variously in DeSoto and Marshall Counties in northern Mississippi–I suspect they came into Mississippi from neighboring Tennessee.  I am stymied by the initials the census taker used for this family–John Mitchell is way too common a name to depend on initials.  I was hoping for a wife’s name that might help me track this John Mitchell.  It appears that J.B.’s wife’s name was Susan–in 1860, the oldest child in the household is Martha.  Wife Susan is not in the household by 1860.  Martha is the name of John Mitchell Sr’s wife.

And here’s another big question–what were the Mitchell men doing in Texas, signing up for the Army, when their homes and families were in Mississippi? Granted, one of John Sr.’s sons, Ephraim Miles Mitchell, had come to Texas by this date, but why were his father and perhaps his brother there as well?  This family seemed to move as land opened up in various places–but unlike Ephraim, these two men do not appear to have brought their families with them.  At least John Sr. did not–his wife Martha/Patsy is found back in Mississippi living in the household of her daughter Mary E. Boyd, wife of Robert Louis Boyd.

I still don’t have enough information to unravel the Mitchells.  But I’ll keep working.  I’ve put off working on this family–a common surname, common given names and much movement prior to 1850.  I keep trying to collect bits to fill in the puzzle, but so far, I don’t even have enough to build the outside edges.

14 December 2009

Advent Calendar: Fruitcake Chronicles

Filed under: Holidays, Memes, Mom — allmyanc @ 10:23 am

December 14 – Fruitcake – Friend or Foe?
Did you like fruitcake? Did your family receive fruitcakes? Have you ever re-gifted fruitcake? Have you ever devised creative uses for fruitcake?

This is a repost from 21 Dec 2007–it seemed to fit today’s prompt.

I’m looking for a fruitcake to arrive in the mail.

Not just any fruitcake–it has to be one from the Collin Street Bakery in Corsicana, Texas.

This fruitcake has lots of memories for me. To begin with, when I was in band (5th grade through senior year) in school, we sold these fruitcakes every year as a fundraiser. As far as I can tell, the sales financed our trip to Hemisfair in San Antonio my junior year in high school. (Who thought taking 200+ high school kids to San Antonio in the summer on school buses was a good idea? I remember melting in my wool uniform slacks and our chairs sinking into the asphalt.) It may have also financed some of our weekly trips to out of town football games and various contests. I don’t remember selling them to anyone other than my mother who loved them.

Fast-forward 30 years or so, my husband and I are driving my parents home from what proved to be my mom’s final visit to M.D. Anderson Cancer Center in Houston. We sail through Corsicana and Mom starts waxing eloquent about the fruitcakes. Hubbo turns around and we go back to Corsicana to buy a fruitcake. Mom, of course, says we shouldn’t and that just because she thinks one sounds good doesn’t mean that she can eat it what with all the chemo. But she digs into it and sure enough, a bite or two satisfies her. Six weeks later, she is gone, but the fruitcake stays in my freezer for 2 years. When the fog lifts, I finally gather up the courage to discard it, blue tin and all.

The next year, someone from our church sends us one in the mail. My sons start their “ewwwww, fruitcake” spiel, but I am comforted by the site of the tin and all the pecans and sugary fruit and memories inside.

I’m still waiting.

9 December 2009

Advent Calendar: A Christmas Present at Work

Filed under: Holidays, How to, Memes, Vital Records — allmyanc @ 8:53 am

December 9 – Grab Bag
Author’s choice. Please post from a topic that helps you remember Christmases past!

I’m taking license with the prompt for today.  This is a Christmas present for this year rather than bringing up memories of Christmases past.

What happened at work yesterday is a large part of the reason I do what I do.  [NOTE:  ALL names and places have been changed for privacy.]

A gentleman came into our library with an application for the birth certificate for his wife’s adopted sister.  He’d been to the Bureau of Vital Statistics and they’d told him they couldn’t help him–they would not issue him a birth certificate nor would they issue one to his wife for her sister.  They suggested he come to the Historical Society.  We get these customers often–the state does not have any sort of public record index nor do they provide any sort of access for any vital records from any time period.

I began the reference interview to try to determine what we could do for this man.  We do have newspapers from across the state so sometimes those will provide birth information.  Through the years of being a librarian, a genealogist, and an all-around curious person, I’ve helped people with these sorts of research problems–it’s always a circuitous path with lots of unknowns.  And it usually takes a lot of time and effort.  He said he’d been working on this for 16 years.

When I started asking questions, he said the family had been very closed-mouth, not unusual in these situations.  But he thought she might have been adopted by the daughter of a friend of the family–that was the family story, maybe, if the below-the-surface talk could be believed.  And he knew that person’s name.  Let’s call her Roberta.

So we started looking.  We found the family in the 1920 census living in the community he remembered.  The potential adoptive mother was married to Marvin Morgan (name changed)–our customer didn’t know she’d been married.  But he was sure this was the person he’d heard might be the adoptive mother–he recognized her parents names as well as hers. The young married couple was living with her parents in the small town our customer knew as their home, and they had no children of their own listed on the census.   So we looked for them in 1930 to see if there was a child listed in the household, but we couldn’t find them listed–either the grandparents or the adoptive parents.  The husband had been listed as working in the oil fields, so they could have moved anywhere to find work in that time period–the depression and Oklahoma’s Dust Bowl.

We decided to take a look at the SSDI.  Marvin’s name was common but not exactly as common as, say, Bob Jones.  We found a “Marvin Morgan” listed who died in 1975 in Gotham City, Oklahoma, who was the right age and who had received his Social Security card in Oklahoma before 1951.  We thought he was a likely candidate based on that much info, and there were no other candidates with this munch potential.  It was at least an hypothesis to test, a lead to follow.

My colleague trotted back to get the city directories.  Listed in the Gotham City city directory was Mrs.  Robert Morgan, retired.  Was this Roberta or was it someone who was still using a husband’s name?  We kept looking until we found the year she was no longer listed in the directory.   HOWEVER, we went a step further,  looking up her address in the back of the first directory that she was not listed.

A person by a different name was living at that address, but the phone number had remained the same.

What did this mean?

Using the name listed at the address, we went back to the front of the directory and found the wife’s name matched the information the customer had for the sister’s name!  Woo-hoo!

Then, with trepidation, we put her name into the SSDI.  We found a death date for a person who matched  what we knew so far.   Sure enough, she’d died in September of this year.

We went on and found a death notice that included her funeral date and the funeral home.

It was bittersweet, but rewarding.  He was thrilled and so grateful.

It made my day.  We didn’t even charge him for the copies we’d made for him.  In about half an hour, we’d answered a question this family had sought for years.  The answer usually doesn’t come that quickly nor that easily.  We were aided by the fact that the sister’s name had not been changed and that much of the family whisperings turned out to be valid.

It wasn’t the hoped-for outcome, but it still felt like a  gift to both his family and to my coworker and to me.

8 December 2009

Advent Calendar: Christmas Cookies

Filed under: Holidays, Memes — allmyanc @ 12:25 am

December 8 – Christmas Cookies
Did your family or ancestors make Christmas Cookies? How did you help? Did you have a favorite cookie?

My mother didn’t like to cook and she certainly didn’t like to bake.  And her mother, my grandmother, was her model.  So home-baked Christmas cookies are not among my memories.  We were more likely to make fudge, particularly after that recipe for using chocolate chips and marshmallow fluff came out–wasn’t it called “Fantasy Fudge?”  My mom did love sweets, but the easier the better.  We had lots of unbaked cookies, for example–the “boil the sugar, milk, cocoa and butter together, add the oatmeal, and drop onto waxed paper” version.  We didn’t usually add the peanut butter.

However, I had my great Aunt Lorene to come to the rescue.  Aunt Lorene was my maternal grandfather’s sister and she treated cooking like an art.  She let me cook with her, teaching me tricks like spraying ice water into the flour and shortening mixture to make a pie crust flaky (my mom’s approach won out–I usually buy Pillsbury pie crusts).  For my birthday in 1965, which is just 11 days after Christmas, she gave me this cooky book:

cooky cover

I’ve used this book a lot.  The cookie recipes are a bit convoluted, as were recipes from that time.  Just above Aunt Lorene’s inscription in this book, you can see that it refers to “teatime.”

signature

Trust me, we didn’t really do teatime in the Texas panhandle, but the brownie and the butterscotch brownies got lots of use, as you can see from the smudged page that has the brownie recipe on it.  I think one of the things I like best about this recipe is that it uses cocoa rather than unsweetened chocolate.  We were much more likely to have cocoa in the pantry than unsweetened chocolate.

Brownie Recipe

To be truthful, I never thought the Christmas cookie offerings in this cookbook looked all that appetizing.

christmascookies

With no-bake cookies as my reference point, making cookie dough that had to be chilled and rolled out seemed a little daunting.

As an adult, however, I have enjoyed making Christmas cookies.  We have family friends who usually have a cookie party a few weeks before Christmas.  It’s not the usual cookie exchange, but more of a time to get together and see who can make the most outre decorated cookie.  Home-baked cookies are provided, in the usual Christmas shapes, but also some sharks and chickens and other various non-traditional shapes.  Red and green and white icing is provided, but so is purple and yellow and orange.  Are you getting the picture?  It’s a fun evening and all ages participate and have a great time.

My oldest son and I have traditionally make the Christmas cookies at our house.  I labor over the choice of the recipe–you’d think I’d make notes on which ones I prefer.  I typically use recipes I find online–I think the Simply Recipes blog has the ones I’ve used the past couple of years.

Now that my son longer lives here, we still occasionally make and decorate cookies if he is at home for a few days before Christmas.  Making all the colors of icing and using the tubes and tips always takes longer than anticipated, but we get them done.  Then we deliver a plate of 6-8 to our neighbors.

Christmas cookies are especially delicious now that I know how much effort goes into them–a labor of love that we will probably make again this year.

6 December 2009

Still More Mitchell Musings

Filed under: Cooper Family, Mississippi, Mitchell Family — allmyanc @ 10:53 pm

I’m still working on untangling Mitchells in Mississippi.

I believe I have found more information on a daughter of John Mitchell (and Martha “Patsy” McLain) that strengthens the connections.  As yet, I have very little actual documentation that these are the people I seek, but circumstantial evidence is mounting.

This started with wanting to know more about John Mitchell, b. about 1790, perhaps in Orange County, North Carolina.  This family seems to keep moving south and west as land opens up, and I believe he marries Martha “Patsy” McClain in Tennessee about 1810.  One of his brothers, James, dies about 1825 while working as a merchant in Alabama (I believe James may have been living in Charleston, SC).  Another brother, David Reed Mitchell evidently has guardianship of James’ children and attempts to recover some monies from a Creek Indian chief named Opothohola, according to two of his letters found in Andrew Jackson’s papers.  I believe this is the same David Reed Mitchell who is documented as one of the founders of Corsicana, Texas, though I have found nothing (online) in this documentation that mentions David R. Mitchell’s “previous life.”

One of the next, and last times, we hear from John Mitchell is his aforementioned letter penned from Austin, Texas in 1847 as he awaits deployment to Mexico.  (I just checked when I wrote about this letter and it was the first day of this year–guess this is an appropriate way to end the year–still chasing John Mitchell.)  He is addressing his son Ephraim M. Mitchell and tells him to take care of his mother. He also mentions having stopped by Corsicana to see his brother “D.R.”

This makes me wonder where “mother” is located.  She does not appear in Ephraim’s household in Texas, but I believe I found her in a daughter Mary E.’s home back in Mississippi.  Again, I wrote about this daughter being married to Robert Louis Boyd, son of Mississippi state senator John D. Boyd.  I’ve been in contact with some Boyd researchers, and evidently, there are as many brick walls in Boyd research in Mississippi as there are in the Mitchells.

This evening, however, I found some additional information on Mary E. Mitchell Boyd.  Much of the Oak Hill Cemetery in Water Valley, Yalobusha County, Mississippi is online at www.findagrave.com.  Mary and Robert are in Marshall County, Mississippi in the 1850 and 1860 censuses.  Robert dies in 1869 and is buried in the Byhalia Cemetery in Marshall County.  Then in 1870 and 1880, Mary is listed as living in Water Valley, Yalobusha County.  In Oak Hill Cemetery in Water Valley, I found Mary E. Boyd, “wife of R. L. Boyd” buried, along with 3 of her children and some of her grandchildren.  One child, Rachel Lula Boyd Cunningham, died in 1883.  When I started looking for her to find a husband’s name (there were no Cunninghams in Oak Hill), I found a possibility in the 1880 Camp County, Texas census. I remembered that an older brother James and sister Rowena were in Camp County in 1870–James was working as a photographer and Rowena was a teacher.  This 1880 census had H. D. Cunningham and his wife Lula with two sons, listed with only initials–M.B. age 1, born in Mississippi, and H. E., aged 4 mos., born in Texas.  I thought these were good candidates for Mary E. Mitchell Boyd’s daughter and grandsons.

Sure enough, some more sleuthing showed a 1937 Texas death certificate for Howard E. Cunningham, whose parents were listed as Howard D. Cunningham, born Tennessee, and Lula Boyd, born Mississippi.  Howard E. is buried in Waco, McLennan County, Texas.

cunningham

So, like John and his son Ephraim, it appears that his daughter Mary E.’s children also came to Texas.  I had previously located Rowena and James and Lilly and now here’s Lula, as she was apparently called.

All this began because I wanted to know more about the Mitchells–Ephraim’s daughter, also named Mary E., died shortly after the Civil War, leaving two children.  One of those children was my great-grandfather George C. Cooper.

The circle keeps widening, but I keep learning more.  I have also ordered John Mitchell, Jr.’s Mexican War service record.  We’ll see what it brings.

4 December 2009

Advent Calendar: Christmas Cards

Filed under: Carnival of Genealogy, Holidays, Memes — allmyanc @ 1:00 am

December 4 – Christmas Cards
Did your family send cards? Did your family display the ones they received? Do you still send Christmas cards? Do you have any cards from your ancestors?

Written for the 2009 Advent Calendar of  Christmas Memories

As I recall, we did send Christmas cards.  The one that survives is one my mom sent out the year (1967)  we moved into the house they lived in until her death in 1998.  Always the efficient one, she used the opportunity to let her Christmas card list know about our new address.  I found this one in my grandmother’s picture box–her mother.

card1

card2

This is the only time I know of that my folks used cards printed with their name.  And evidently my South Dakota grandparents were coming south for Christmas.  About this time they started spending winters in Texas and Oklahoma with my folks and with my aunt and uncle who lived in Oklahoma.  Avoiding South Dakota winters only made good sense as they got a little older.  Or maybe we were traveling up to visit them–I loved having Christmas in South Dakota because we could almost always be assured of having a white Christmas.

At home, when we displayed cards, we usually just set them under the tree or on another flat surface.  I don’t remember taping them up or hanging them.  But I do remember going through them and enjoying reading what friends had written.

A few years ago, one the librarians I worked with had a collection of Christmas cards from one of her aunts.  She said she didn’t know anyone else who would appreciate them so she gave them to me.  What a treasure.  They are from the 1910s and 1920s–they are wonderful.  They remind me a little bit of New Yorker cartoons.  I’ve enjoyed looking at these through the years and have tried to think of ways to use them.  I wish I could find them for this post–but they aren’t in any of the 6 boxes of Christmas stuff that’s migrated in from the garage.

Through the years, I’ve sent cards, I”ve made and sent cards, I’ve sent Christmas newsletters, and I’ve not sent cards.  I’m always happier with myself when I make the effort but sometimes it just isn’t possible.  And, by the way, I vote FOR newsletters–I love them!

2 December 2009

Advent Calendar: Ornaments

Filed under: Germans from Russia, Holidays, Memes, Mom, Texas — allmyanc @ 8:30 pm

December 3 – Christmas Tree Ornaments
Did your family have heirloom or cherished ornaments? Did you ever string popcorn and cranberries? Did your family or ancestors make Christmas ornaments?
(Note: this post can be used for Treasure Chest Thursday as well)

So I’m late joining this exercise, but maybe it will serve the purpose of getting me started writing again.  And help take me away from the frantic-ness that is too often part of these holidays.

I’d love to say we have some heirloom or cherished ornaments.  I think we have some that are on their way to cherished status, but not a lot.  A few years ago, I purchased some retro ornament that reminded me of those smaller glass ornaments of my childhood (1950s)–there are lots of blues and purples and stripes and some sort of rough white glitter “snow.”  They aren’t circular like today’s bulbs–I’ve enjoyed putting them among our other ornaments the past few years.

My favorite ornament that I kept for many many years was a Santa Claus head I made as a first grader.  We were assigned to make or bring an ornament for our classroom tree.  As I recall, Mrs. Price put up some sort of painted twiggy looking tree at the back of the classroom on the counter next to the sink–as I recall, it got decorated for each season so it wasn’t a true Christmas tree in the sense that it was not evergreen.

To make my ornament, my mom blew out an egg and I drew on the face.  He was a little cross-eyed as I recall.   Mom helped me further by sewing a red hat–I remember we had a time making it big enough to fit over the egg–and I glued on some cotton for the white fur.  I loved putting this ornament on the tree for years–first at my parents’ home and then on my own tree.  However, egg-head Santa suffered a crushing blow–someone stepped on him.  I don’t even remember who now but I do remember it was a very sad day when I had to do away with my Santa.  I think his scruffy little red hat still fills one of the corners of the Christmas storage boxes.

But we do have another ornament that is taking on the “heirloom” mantle–it is already cherished.  Our oldest son made an ornament one year out of an even more unlikely household item than an egg–a toilet paper roll.  The ornament represents a man dressed as in Biblical times–or a young child’s idea of what that would be, anyway.   Construction paper was used to make a red undergarment with a blue outer robe.  Now-raveling burlap forms the headdress–glued over the top and partway down the back–and the face matches the artwork of my 1st grade Santa–but this one has a very dark beard colored on.  It’s just so primitive and representative of my son at that young age–I love it and love to tuck it into the tree each year.

I don’t remember ever stringing cranberries or popcorn, but one year I did decorate our family tree in the tradition of what I’d read and learned about our Germans from Russia ancestors.  Here in Oklahoma City, there is always a display of trees decorated by various groups who want to participate.  Persons can tour the display and the event earns money for a local charity.  The local Germans from Russia chapter had a beautiful tree up and it made me think about my own ancestors.   My family were Mennonites so I can imagine their choice of decorations as being practical.  I put unshelled walnuts and apples and candles on my tree that year.  I did spray paint the walnuts with gold paint, and the apples were not “real” fruit–the were smaller shiny apple ornaments, and my candles were lights.  It was beautiful to me but I remember my sons being a little puzzled.  It took me back to the year my mom “flocked” (with that spray snow that was available and a staple of 1950’s Christmases) a tumbleweed for our Christmas tree in the Texas panhandle.  Looking back on it, it seems appropriate but I really was embarrassed and thought it was weird at the time.

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