Friday, February 27, 2009

Nobody's Fool--Jessie Pool VanGilder

Carnival of Genealogy, 67th Edition "Nobody's Fool"
The topic for the next edition of the Carnival of Genealogy
Destination: Austin Family will be: "Nobody's Fool" – who in your family was known to have the best common sense, the best sage advice and basically just “kept it together” all the time?


This topic has given me the opportunity to blog about one of my family heroes. I never knew my great grandmother, Jessie VanGilder; however I have heard the stories and have concluded from my research that she was a woman of great courage and determination. I did know one of her daughters, my Grandmother Hughes, (aka Grams), one of the most loving, gracious and yet resilient individuals it has been my honor to know. These traits were not instinctive; she learned them from her mother.

Jessica Pool was born on a farm outside of Morgantown, West Virginia on October 17, 1870, the daughter of Sampson Frum Pool and Sarah Louise Harner1. The family was deeply rooted in the area from all branches back into the late 1790’s. Large family gatherings were the norm and many prominent citizens were relations.



Jessie Pool met her future husband in school….he was her teacher and second cousin2. There was a nine year difference between her and George VanGilder and when they married in 1891, Jessie’s father said, “He is so much older than you. He will die and leave you with a bunch of kids.”3

George VanGilder was a good provider. He had various business interests in Morgantown, West Virginia and was an elected official.4 The VanGilder’s had four girls. Several months following the birth of their fourth child, in 1904, George was stricken with a fatal kidney disease5 and Jessie’s fathers prophesy came true.

Jessie was living in a large home with a servant when George died6. There was no life insurance. Her parents were aged. She was suddenly faced with the challenge of four young girls to raise and no source of income. Fortunately, Great Grandmother was a “pull yourself up by the bootstrap” kind of woman7. Using the resources taught to her by her mother, she was able to earn a living by cooking and keeping house. She opened her home to West Virginia University students as a boarding house. The four little girls helped their mother with the cooking, cleaning and dishes when they were not in school.

Jessie stayed in the Morgantown area for about 6 years running boarding houses8. She began with students and moved into the Sabraton area to board coal, tin and oil workers. Jessie strictly enforced reading as an evening activity for her daughters and they all received a good public school education.


1910 West Virginia Federal Census showing Jessie, her four daughters and 28 boarders!


In 1911, Jessie decided to make a move from her hometown to Woodlawn, Pennsylvania9. A new steel plant had been built and there was good opportunity for her to continue her boarding house and cooking operation on the Ohio River. She and her daughters relocated to Woodlawn. Jessie ran a boarding house and had a separate restaurant in the town. The girls were getting older. One married a steel worker and by 1916, the other three were able to get jobs in various companies as secretaries.

Jessie had fostered independence and self reliance in her girls. She always stressed that they were ladies, first. Gloves and hats were a must for certain occasions and hankies! She was a mother that told her daughters to consider each circumstance in life with great thought and to make the best of each situation, even those that were not going in the right direction. She did not like quitters.

My Great Grandmother continued to work as her daughters moved on with their lives. During the 1920’s and 1930’s she lived in various riverboat towns on the Monongahela River. In some, she put down roots and did her cooking and in some, she just had a room and used it as her base of operation as a cook on the riverboat La Belle.
Tracing Great Grandmother VanGilder’s Life on the Mon is a blog dedicated to her time on the river.

The family was tight, even as each daughter married and moved to different cities. Jessie visited them frequently and the girls were “best friends” into adulthood. By the mid 1930’s or early 40’s, Jessie stopped working and lived with her youngest daughter’s family in Akron, Ohio until her death in 194910.

Jessie was nobody’s fool. A morally and spiritually strong woman, she held her family together under the worst of circumstances and endowed each of her children with life lessons that they carried on into their own families. My aunt remembers her as a warm, outgoing and friendly individual, but was also strict and would not tolerate any insubordination11.” My father told me that Jessie’s response to personal tragedy was to sigh and say, “It must be God’s will” and then go on with her business12. Another grandchild of Jessie’s related a story to me about wanting to pay her grandmother back some money she owed and Jessie wouldn’t hear of it13.

Those lessons continue to move down the generations, from my grandmother, to my father, to me and on to my own children. Little did Jessie know she would be influencing family members into the 21 century….wouldn’t that give her a smile.

Notes

1. Monongalia County, West Virginia Register of Births, (Morgantown, Monongalia County, West Virginia), Film Number: 840895, Digital GS Number: 4229130, Image Number: 136, Reference Number: P 130, rn 78.

2. George Ethelbert VanGilder, George Ethelbert VanGilder Autograph Album, Morgantown, Monongalia County, West Virginia, 1888-1887.

3. Catherine Wallace Billik, granddaughter, personal interview.

4. Earl L. Core, The Monongalia Story A Bicentennial History: IV Industrialization, (McClain Printing Company, Parsons, West Virginia, 1982), Chapter 122: 1898, page 227.

5. "Morgantown Weekly Post," Morgantown, Monongalia County, West Virginia, May 24, 1904, page 7.

6. 1900 West Virginia Federal Census, Morgantown, Morgan District, Seneca, Monongalia County, ED 83, Sheet 15A.

7. Faith Hughes Roolf, granddaughter and my aunt, personal interview.

8. 1910 West Virginia Federal Census, Morgantown, Morgan District, Monongalia County, ED 80, Sheet 15A.

9. "The Charleroi Mail," Charleroi, Pennsylvania, June 16, 1913, page 3.

10. Ohio Death Certificate, (Ohio Department of Health, Vital Statistics), State File # 71714.

11. Faith Hughes Roolf.

12. George VanGilder Hughes, grandson and my father, numerous interviews.

13. Catherine Wallace Billik.


Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Wordless Wednesday--George & VanGilder Streets


My father, George VanGilder Hughes standing beside the streets in Morgantown, West Virginia named for his grandfather and namesake, George Ethelbert VanGilder. VanGilder Street is perpendicular to Stewart Street located above the campus of West Virginia University.

Four hundred acres of land was given to Robert Hill for his service in the Revolutionary War. Some of the land passed to Robert’s son, Joseph Davidson Hill and at his death passed to daughter, Mary Louise Hill who was married to John Oliphant VanGilder. The old VanGilder house with newer additions was originally the log cabin of the Hill family.

Photograph taken on a road trip for the annual VanGilder Reunion in the Winfield District, Marion County, West Virginia, summer 1995.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

The Graveyard Rabbit--A New Carnival on the Block

Announced on January 31 at The Graveyard Rabbit: A New Carnival on the Block

The topic for the premier edition of this carnival is "exceptional finds." Share with us those rare and unique cemeteries, gravestones, monuments, memorials, inscriptions, etc


On a vacation several summers ago, we stayed at a resort in Shawnee-on-the Delaware, Monroe County, Pennsylvania in the Pocono Mountains. During a rainy day we decided to take a tour of the area on the Water Gap Trolley and one of the stops was the Historic Shawnee Presbyterian Church. We were not allowed to get off the trolley, so as soon as the tour was over, I persuaded my husband to drive back over to the church.



The first Presbyterian meeting house was built on this site on land given to Nicholas Dupui in 1753. In 1853, a brick building was raised over the original stone foundation. The granddaughter of Nicholas Dupui, Ann Depui Erb, laid the cornerstone. In 1893, a narthex and chancel were added which covered up some of the early burial spots. For the bicentennial of the church, massive renovations were done in the sanctuary, which gave a colonial look to the church.

The fascinating feature is the back of the church. Rather than moving those early pioneers that were interred, they simply built the brick wall of the building around the tombstones.



Those tombstones embedded into the back wall of the church are:






-ANN DEPUI ERB wife of Dr. John Erb, daughter of Nicholas Depui born in Shawnee April 25, 1781 died in Stroudsburg January 6, 1862 aged 80 years

-NICHOLAS DEPEW who departed this life April 25, AD 1808 in the 62 year of his age.

-JANE DEPUY daughter of Nicholas and Eleanor Depuy who was born Jan 22, 1779 and departed this life the 18th of April 1815.

-BENJAMIN DEPEU who departed this life the 7th day of August 1806 aged 23 years.




-NICOLAS DEPUY departed this life July 17, 1816 aged 28 years 4 months and 28 days


-SAMUEL DEPUI died the 15th of June1766 in the 49th year of his age.


FYI, Fred Waring the famous band leader of Fred Waring and the Pennsylvanians is also buried in the Shawnee Presbyterian Church Cemetery.

Tombstone Tuesday--Alfred and Lucinda Frederick


This may be the first family tombstone that I actually made a road trip to find. Back in 1993, when I began doing genealogy, the surname I first researched was Frederick—my Mother’s ancestry. The Frederick family lived in Columbiana County, Ohio, not too far from my home. The real plus was that the Columbiana County Genealogy Society had published numerous cemetery books, which made locating this particular grave maker almost child’s play!!! Ha ha

Before we drove to the cemetery, we explored the small town of Columbiana. There were numerous antique shops and several local restaurants. After sampling some of Columbiana’s finest cuisine and poking our noses into several shops we headed to The Firestone Cemetery and the Frederick tombstone. The maps in the books made it easy to find.


When my Mom approached the tombstone, it was obvious to me that she was simply flabbergasted. All she could say was, “Who ever paid for this tombstone?” I guess she was expecting the typical small size maker.

Alfred and Lucinda Orr Frederick are my maternal great grandparents. Alfred lived to know my mother as a small child.

Alfred F. Frederick
Born: May 1, 1836, Salem Township, Columbiana County, Ohio
Died: February 9, 1927, have not been able to find where he died
Parents: Joseph Frederick and Mary Betz

Lucinda B. Orr Frederick
Born: June 29, 1844, Elkrun Township, Columbiana County, Ohio
Died: December 15, 1909, Bellevue, Allegheny County, Pennsylvania
Parents: William Morlan Orr and Nancy Cannon

Interesting Note: My great grandfather and I share a May 1 birthday!


Road Warriors on this trip:
Martha Stark Hughes
Linda Hughes Hiser
Aric Hughes Hiser
Ted Steven Hiser

Monday, February 23, 2009

I think this is my first award EVER!!!


I BIG and HEARTY thank you for the KreativBlogger Award which was sent to me by my long time genealogy friend and distant cousin Cheri at Still Digging for Roots . Following a week in the hospital and a week recuperating at home, this is just what the doctor ordered!!!

Here are the procedures connected with the KreativeBlogger Award:

Copy the award to your site.
Link to the person from whom you received the award.
Nominate 7 other bloggers.
Link to those sites on your blog.
Leave a message on the blogs you nominate.

My nominations are:

1. Tastes of Henry combining recipes, family and ancestry.

2. Shaking the Tree Adventures in Genealogy

3. Appalachian History

4. 24/7 Family History Circle

5. Lamb’s Tree Two

6. Branches and Roots

7. Lineage Keeper

Saturday, February 21, 2009

A Genealogy Happy Dance--John George Hughes



I am a day late and a dollar short on this Carnival topic, but have decided to write on it anyway. When I first saw this as a genealogy topic to blog about, I was curious as to what it meant. After reading several blogs, it made sense to me. That feeling of elation a researcher feels when something you have been looking for is found…when your heart stops a beat….oh glory…..eureka! I have welcomed it often over the 15 years of working on my roots. With the computer age of genealogy and all the various documents that are now available on line, the frequency of having a Happy Dance seems to have escalated.

My great grandfather, John George Hughes, died relatively young at age 47. The Hughes family was from West Hartlepool, England arriving in the United States in 1906. John worked in the Jones & Laughlin Steel mill on the South Side of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania and around 1915 the family moved into a new home in Woodlawn, Pennsylvania. There John was a millwright and foreman working for J & L’s Aliquippa Works.


Photos of the family from back in the early years in America are precious and rare. Those that I have found are taken on the front steps of 131 Spring Street in Woodlawn. I have photos of my Great Grandmother Hughes, in fact, I knew her. She lived until 1961 and I was fourteen when she died.

The mystery is John George Hughes. There were no stories passed down about him and I didn’t have the foresight to ask about him when there were family members alive who would have an answer. He was tall, over 6 foot….like his only child, my grandfather. He opened his home to various family members from England over the years. Hughes family children back in West Hartlepool were named for him. He was asked to stand up for weddings and christenings.

I believe Great Grandfather Hughes had a personality similar to my Grandfather Hughes, his son. My grandfather would talk to anyone who passed him on the sidewalk. He invited numerous folks home for dinner, usually unannounced. He had friends everywhere, was high spirited, and always had a good joke and a hearty laugh. The traits had to come from somewhere, and I think he patterned himself from his father, John George Hughes.

The Happy Dance moment came a couple of weeks ago. I was doing my usual searching on ancestry.com, decided to put in John George Hughes and up popped something new. It was his application for a passport. I had looked at these applications on ancestry for some other family members and knew that there should be a photo on the second page. With trembling hands I hit the key. And there was my Happy Dance--A new photo of my Great Grandfather staring back at me from the screen. YAHOO


Friday, February 20, 2009

My Grandfather, World War I and ALOT of Bureaucratic Red Tape


My parental grandfather, George Henry Hughes, was born in West Hartlepool, England on March 19, 1898. In 1906 the family immigrated to the United States and began their new life on the South Side of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Sometime around 1915, when the Jones & Laughlin Steel Company opened a new plant, called the Aliquippa Works, down the Ohio River from Pittsburgh, in Woodlawn, Pennsylvania, the Hughes family moved.

When the United States entered World War I, George was most anxious to serve. He immediately went to the nearest recruitment office and as the family story goes…he was rejected for active duty due to his poor eyesight. One might say that my grandfather was “hell bent” to serve, and decided if the Americans wouldn’t take him, that he would take a train up to Toronto, and enlist there.

On August 1, 1917, George Henry Hughes mustered into the Canadian Expeditionary Force as a member of the 20th MGC (Machine Gun Company). He was trained on the Vickers Machine Gun and received his sergeant strips. What can I say….the US Army rejected him due to poor eyesight and the Canadians trained him on a machine gun!!!

I know of some of his service experiences as a letter that he wrote to his foreman at American Bridge Company (where he was employed as a draftsman) found its way into a local newspaper.

Following training his company was to be shipped to France, but at the last minute, Great Britain decided to send them to Siberia—Vladivostok, Russia. He saw a small amount of gunfire in Harbin, China, but was primarily stationed in Vladivostok.

George was honorably discharged on May 16, 1919 and returned to Woodlawn, Pennsylvania.


While Grandfather was serving in World War I, his father, John George Hughes, had made application for United States citizenship. Also listed on the application were his wife, Elizabeth, and his son, George.

When George returned from the war, his father went to court to be certain that George was a United States citizen since he had sworn allegiance to the King when he enlisted in the Canadian Expeditionary Force.

John died before the court acted on his petition, so Elizabeth and George continued the court process and in 1923, the court assured George that he was indeed a United States citizen.

George married the love of his life, had three successful children and a rewarding, lifelong, career as a draftsman for The American Bridge Company.

In the late 1950’s, my grandfather was preparing to retire and he and my grandmother were making plans to cruise around the world and relocate to St. Petersburg, Florida. Both applied for their passport. Imagine the look of shock and horror when George found out that he was NOT a citizen of the United States and could not apply for an American passport! He had been living in the US for over 50 years, paying taxes and voting and was not a citizen! My father poking good natured fun at his father, called him “the alien” which was not met with humor in return.

Apparently the court ruling of 1923 was rescinded, but no one bothered to tell my grandfather. The process began again. After filing numerous papers to no avail, my grandfather finally received his citizenship through a rider to a congressional bill, added by Congressman Robert J. Corbett, from the 29th district in Allegheny County, Pennsylvania. It read, “George Henry Hughes received his citizenship on December 12, 1918.”


My grandfather’s certificate of citizenship is dated April 6, 1962 and the plans for the trip around the world were a success.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

The Proverbial Genealogy Brick Wall


I saw this idea on a website, probably somewhere on genabloggers. Write about your genealogy brick walls and the names will be listed on google. Then if there are family members out there and they google their names or their ancestors names, your blog will come up.

What a great idea!!!! So here goes….Please meet my granduncle

ALBERT L. FREDERICK
1. I have also seen his name as Bert L. Frederick in the obituary of his mother in 1909.

2. He is the son of Alfred Frederick and Lucinda Orr Frederick.

3. He was born on July 29, 1869 in Franklin Square, Columbiana County, Ohio.

4. He may have been a shoe salesman and may have purchased Smith & Strock goods in Leetonia, Columbian County, Ohio in 1894.

5. He may have married first, Mabel Hendricks on November 28, 1889 in Columbiana County, Ohio.

6. A daughter was born to this union named Larrie Fredericks on September 18, 1890.

7. Mabel Hendricks Frederick died on February 12, 1899.

8. There is an old Frederick handwritten genealogy notebook done around 1909-1911 listing that Albert had a son named Raymond.

9. There is a 1910 census in Chicago, Illinois for a Burt L. Frederick married for a second time. His second wife is listed as Louise and a daughter Sarah born abt 1907 in Illinois. Burt is working as a yard master for a freight yard.

What works and what doesn’t

1. The information about the shoe salesman and marriage to Mabel Hendricks could be another Albert Frederick. The marriage certificate is signed Albert H. Frederick and my Albert was listed in an obituary as Bert L.

2. There could have been two Mabel Fredericks in Columbiana County, Ohio at this time.

3. I have not been able to locate a census report for 1900, 1920 or 1930.

4. My mother never remembers anyone talking about her Uncle Albert. She was born in 1921, so Burt could have died in the 20’s or early 30’s while she was still young.

5. The fact that the 1910 Bert Frederick is working for a freight yard fits with his father and brother, Robert. Both worked with railroads.

6. The Albert Frederick listed in the 1910 Chicago census had been married twice.

7. Albert’s middle initial could have been misprinted in the newspaper obituary.

The photograph is circa 1886. It is a professional group shot of the Frederick children and I have cropped Albert out. He would have been about 17.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Wordless Wednesday--The VanGilder sisters

Sarah Margaret VanGilder Hughes (Sally) and Jessica Virginia VanGilder Rootes (Ginger)
Two sisters enjoying a piece of cake after the bridge game in 1963, probably in Akron, Ohio. I wish one of those pieces was coming my way!!!! Sarah is my grandmother and Ginger is my grand aunt.


This photo ALWAYS makes me smile!

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Tombstone Tuesday--John Mann


John Mann, fifth child born on February 18, 1880 to Michael and Mary Ann Butson Mann, in Brandon Colliery, Durham County, England. He was crushed to death on December 9, 1918 during a mine collapse at the Burley Mines, Carroll Township, Cambria County, Pennsylvania.

I was actually on a mission to find John Mann’s burial site for my good English friend, Heather. She lives near the town where my Hughes family resided in England and spent countless hours working in libraries to find my roots. The only branch of her family that immigrated to the states was the Mann family, so I was thrilled to be able to reciprocate. To make matters even more interesting, her 2nd great grand uncle, Michael Mann is reputed to be the first person who was killed in the Great Johnstown Flood of 1889. John Mann would be her 2nd cousin twice removed. Does anyone hear the words…ROAD TRIP !!!

My traveling companion, my brother Ken, and I headed east to Johnstown, PA. Ken knows just about everything involving the Great Johnstown Flood. He already had the several day trip all planned out and we saw it all. We even tried to find the area where Michael Mann was probably swept into the flood waters as they reached South Fork, PA.



On the final day we drove up to Patton, PA and the site of Fairview Cemetery, where John Mann is buried. It didn’t take us too long to locate the tombstone and the original marker.


The Mann family were miners in England. It appears that the father, Michael and perhaps the oldest son, Joseph came to Cambria County, PA, leaving the remainder of the family in England. Following Michael’s untimely death in the flood, the remainder of his children slowly immigrated to the states and all of them ended up within a two county area of each other in Pennsylvania.

John, also a miner, married Margaret Ann Frost on April 14, 1900 in England. John, Margaret and son, John L. immigrated to the port of New York on Jan 29, 1912 on the ship Laconia. Two other children were born before John’s death, daughters Dorothy and Mary. Following John’s death, Margaret and the children returned to England.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Frum Cemetery Revisited--Graveyard Rabbits Carnival

Over at Graveyard Rabbits the May 2009 edition of the GYR Carnival will focus on cemetery preservation. Articles could discuss tips and tricks used in preservation, projects in your area, tips for starting a project, what you've done to help preserve cemeteries or gravestone, what you'd like to do for an old or abandoned cemetery in your area, or anything else you can think of related to the topic of preservation.

During the summer of 1995, we did return to the Old Frum Cemetery. This time we were prepared and came with some tools for cleaning up the mess and to try to get tombstones back together. The family was already down in Morgantown for the annual VanGilder Reunion held at the Winfield Community Center, Winfield District, Marion County, West Virginia.

We spent several hours picking up trash, throwing broken tree limbs over a nearby ravine, cutting back weeds and up righting the fallen tombstones.


It was a labor of love! At that time I wished that we all lived closer and could spend more time working to restore our old family cemetery.

Family members who gave a hand in August 2005:

Linda Hughes Hiser
Ted Hiser
Garrett Hiser
Ken Hughes
Jeff Hughes

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

THE OLD FRUM CEMETERY or Linda following the Yellow Brick Road


This blog has been copied from my genealogy journals and updated to include more recent research. The original was written back in the summer of 1995. I look back on the original and smile to myself as technology for genealogy research was in it’s infancy in 1995, and any discovery over the net was very exciting. I guess that excitement at discovery hasn’t changed…LOL

Back in the early days I was in constant correspondence with a distant cousin and premier researcher, Robert Poole Wilkins. Robert was a history professor and had done some incredible research into our mutual roots in the Morgantown, West Virginia area. Unfortunately, he did not use a computer, so we had to communicate the old fashioned way—by snail mail.
I was interested to find the cemeteries where my 4x great grandparents, Sampson Smith Frum and Elizabeth VanGilder Frum were buried. Robert was not certain of the location.

At that time I was heavily involved with various roots e-mail listings and one day, from out of the ether, came a response from a gal in Morgantown. She was willing to do a little poking around in the local library to see if she could find my Frums. Talk about a random act of kindness!!!!

To say that she was successful would be an understatement. There was a listing done in 1939 for the Old Frum Cemetery outside the city of Morgantown and there rested my Frum roots. Can you say---ROAD TRIP!

In June, 1955, we piled into the car and headed to Morgantown for several days. Just before leaving, my contact e-mailed me some rather rough directions….but you genealogists, we have a sixth sense for rooting out a cemetery!!!

Following our check-in at the motel, lunch on High Street, and some browsing in the Morgantown shops, we started out the Kingwood Pike (also known as route 81.) The Morgantown city limits end at the Harner Chapel (land donated by a 2x great uncle.) At this point we set the mileage counter in the car and traveled on the Kingwood Pike for 2.2 miles to a crossroad. We turned right and followed dirt and rutted road, past farms and woods. No cemetery appeared.

Suddenly I recognized a name on the mailbox--Maxine Wise--a relative on the Pool side. In need of HELP, I pulled in and rang the bell. A smiling, distant cousin came to the door. Maxine had known I was coming from my Internet friend. She told us to turn around and follow the road across the Kingwood Pike and stay on it until we came to Aaron Creek Road. At the bottom of the hill we were to turn left onto Aaron Creek Road and drive until we saw the large white Harner farm (WOW, more relatives)! The Harner's extended the old southern hospitality beyond the call of duty!! Peggy McClure Harner actually escorted us to the home of Dayton Wiles who was currently the owner of the property where the Old Frum Cemetery was located. Dayton showed us the best way to make the ten minute hike down over the hill from Route 81. This spot is exactly slightly less than 1.2 miles from Harner's Chapel. It is in a relatively open wild field next to the trailer home before you come to what is now called the Old Kingwood Pike Road.

Our little band of five carefully climbed over the dilapidated barbed wire fence onto Dayton's land. We followed the fence as it wound through knee high weeds and wild flowers, into deep woods and finally out to grazing pastures. Once we arrived at the pasture, the Old Frum Cemetery literally emerged to our right. Nestled in a shaded wood overlooking Aaron Creek we found the remains of our ancestors. I felt like Dorothy running toward The Emerald City as I approached this plot of land. It had taken over two years of long distance research and at times frustrating work to finally locate it.

The cemetery was partially surrounded by a rusted iron fence. One piece of the fence has been torn down and the majority of the cemetery had been vandalized. Emotions were mixed--elation at finally discovering this seemingly lost portion of our heritage and sorrow at the absolute violation of our ancestor’s final resting place. Tombstones had been knocked over and broken, weeds abounded, and cows had used the ground as their private toilet.


We found Ann Frum Pool's (my 2x great grandmother) marker on the ground. The men were able to prop it up next to its base. It is a large monument which she shares with Margaret L. Pool, her 1 year old daughter, who died in 1849.






Sampson S. Frum's marker is near his daughter, Ann Frum Pool. Although his stone has weathered and is barely legible, a carved "tree of life" is visible above his name. Since there are no military markers in this private cemetery, I have to guess that the War of 1812 citation mentioned in the 1939 cemetery book is written at the bottom of the stone.

Elizabeth Vangilder Frum's stone was smashed into three pieces and lying beside Sampson's. Weathering and destruction have made her stone almost impossible to read. The importance of the government's program to catalogue cemeteries in the 1930's and 1940's is certainly evident in the Old Frum Cemetery. Without that printed information, much of this portion of my history would be lost.

The earliest grave in the cemetery is Elizabeth Vangilder Frum which dates back to 1845. It is important to note that the cemetery is located on what was a piece of Sampson Frum's property along Aaron Creek and was designated by him to hold the remains of his family. In reviewing the Morgan Magisterial District map from 1886, this is the piece of land that Sampson willed to his son Alpheus. The reading of the cemetery in 1939 showed that there were only 20 marked graves and 5 unmarked. The other Frum's are Alpheus and Jane Frum, their young children and one grandchild. The Pool's are descendants of Ann Frum Pool.

Adjacent to the main Frum Cemetery is a smaller one enclosed by a fence made of chicken wire. The graves are those of Alpheus Jerome Pool, his daughter in law, Martha E. Poole, her young son, Arnold Poole and others that I could not see from outside the fence.

It is my understanding from Peggy McClure Harner that the Old Frum Cemetery was on Pool property up until the time that the Harner's purchased it. We entered the property on Dayton Wiles' property, but may have crossed onto Harner land as we approached the cemetery. The property divisions were not clear to me. I would imagine that any brave descendants who wished to also make this pilgrimage would be welcome. Dayton told us that he never heard of his neighbors shooting anyone crossing the land (his attempt at humor!)

Reflecting on the sad condition of the Old Frum Cemetery, I only wish that it could be restored. Apparently there are other family grave sights in the Morgantown area that are sorely in need of repair and descendants have taken it upon themselves to clean them up. It would be a lasting tribute to our ancestors if we could "pool(e)" our resources and restore the Old Frum Cemetery.

More Currently:
My brother Ken and I returned to the Old Frum Cemetery two years ago during a trip to Morgantown. From the Old Kingwood Pike, there is no longer access. The property owner has put up a high impenetrable barbed wire fence. We did not explore an entrance from the Aaron Creek side of the property.

Recently, I have also located an obituary for Alpheus Frum. In 1901 when he died, the Old Frum Cemetery was called the Bell Cemetery. Where that name came from is unknown to me since only Frum’s owned the property up until Alpheus’ death.

My Morgantown Family surnames in the cemetery and those we met during these trips:
Frum
Pool or Poole
Harner

Location:
Old Frum Cemetery
Kingwood Pike
Route 81
Morgantown, West Virginia

Listings on the Internet:
The Old Frum Cemetery, USGenWeb Archives, Monongalia County, West Virginia, 1966
http://files.usgwarchives.net/wv/monongalia/cemetery/cem0001.txt

Old Frum Cemetery, Listing on Findagrave.com
http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=cr&CRid=2141391

Monday, February 2, 2009

In the Beginning--THERE WAS GENEALOGY


In 1991 we purchased our first computer, although at the time I couldn’t, for the life of me, understand why we needed one. My husband was so proud of himself knowing that his family would now be connected to the Internet and the valuable resources of cyberspace.

After linking the various wires to the components, two of us sat down in front of the screen, he pushed the “on” button and nothing happened. Talk about shock and amazed….a totally blank screen. Ted was furious and took the entire contents of all the boxes back to the computer store. Long story short, there was no hard drive in the hard drive!!! At this juncture, my skepticism as to why we needed this contraption was heightened beyond belief.

Getting connected to the net, once we had a hard drive was even more perilous….it took several weeks and since it came in through our phone lines, we missed many important calls. My only thought was, “What was Ted thinking?”

This was the era of roots, spurred on by the immensely popular TV show. Both of my kids had to do projects on their genealogy. Clueless, I turned to old stuff I had collected from both of my folks. I realized my sons would probably have the worst roots project in their classroom as I could only go back to my grandparents! I have to admit now that I love to scrapbook and do a project….whenever I was not doing well in a class myself, the project usually pulled me up….I was certainly not going to let my two boys fail.

After two roots projects for my two sons in their respective schools, I was hooked. Days spent in genealogical libraries, scrolling through microfilm, making copies of pages in books and filling in countless family charts. The housework suffered. Then came the realization that I could do some of my research on the Internet and the computer became my new best friend. The frosting on the cake…. there was a genealogical program called Family Tree Maker that I could load and do all my record keeping, print out charts….simply amazing.

Thus began my total obsession with researching my family….and Ted’s family and anyone who needed their family researched. Hit a brick wall on one of my branches; go find another family to work on. Cemeteries became my favorite haunt (no pun intended) and obituaries some pretty interesting evening reading.

An so it continues, what began as a new computer and two school projects for my kids has segued into sixteen years of genealogical bliss. Writing this blog and thinking back to 1991, it is truly amazing what can now be found on the web and how much effort all fellow genealogists have done to get it there.