tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55598420705252098962024-03-18T10:59:02.237-04:00FlipsideCatch ya on the flipside....often found at the end of e-mails sent by my brother, Ken. There are times in my life that I would rather be on the FLIPSIDE....following my bliss....genealogy, photography, gardening, travel....thus the title of my blog. HAZZAH!!!!Linda Hughes Hiserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05774876428039197357noreply@blogger.comBlogger747125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559842070525209896.post-19338781074891242232024-03-16T15:40:00.002-04:002024-03-16T15:51:42.643-04:00Technology--Linda's Awakening <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoWcWaz8ZKl2pSlCqX5-JSDGgUAT4zCO5FaOZkHgmMGYYUYNmr3-uwPRBhDhPH-Zomus5dgmhMs745wcY0uC559-INvi5Qj4lnnjjDqlQsgSZ8jaw0kvVfWBA0tPSDODdwmTM7wOmivxomP5gDjsAyFWUAM5tmYTizpn866MwNC5W_8ZoGdUZs6nIwVHs/s285/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="111" data-original-width="285" height="111" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoWcWaz8ZKl2pSlCqX5-JSDGgUAT4zCO5FaOZkHgmMGYYUYNmr3-uwPRBhDhPH-Zomus5dgmhMs745wcY0uC559-INvi5Qj4lnnjjDqlQsgSZ8jaw0kvVfWBA0tPSDODdwmTM7wOmivxomP5gDjsAyFWUAM5tmYTizpn866MwNC5W_8ZoGdUZs6nIwVHs/s1600/image.png" width="285" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;"> <b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">Amy Johnson Crow has a <a href="https://www.amyjohnsoncrow.com/52-ancestors-in-52-weeks-themes-for-2024/">52 Ancestors Week</a> blog challenge which I have decided to join. I am hoping it may help me to pinpoint someone or something that I have researched and not blogged about on Flipside. AND push me to blog about family each week in 2024. Sometimes I get lazy. 😁 Let's see how well I keep up.</b></p><p><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> </b><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">Week # 12 (March 18-March 24) is Technology. </b></p><div><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> Linda grabs hold of computer technology and doesn't let go. I decided to do this blog about myself. 😀</b></div><div><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMcR_vL3nPw_BNOjvgOhpSJMRkDl2xyn0YzAhQTgY8quQYkYTK1JVc8HOc2bKr9O9GjtQoaWutv9zkCLy2fbsz9RBJ3CLGfni9csG-6Stbuwp2-9peEj43XN-1P6wzg8Jc2Xx4D92mHfsEC83ZL0TCxVXUBq3n-CH3McOLS3bBrSl2lkpseV3bocuSeaE/s256/download.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="192" data-original-width="256" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMcR_vL3nPw_BNOjvgOhpSJMRkDl2xyn0YzAhQTgY8quQYkYTK1JVc8HOc2bKr9O9GjtQoaWutv9zkCLy2fbsz9RBJ3CLGfni9csG-6Stbuwp2-9peEj43XN-1P6wzg8Jc2Xx4D92mHfsEC83ZL0TCxVXUBq3n-CH3McOLS3bBrSl2lkpseV3bocuSeaE/s1600/download.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>I am hard pressed to pin an exact date on when the computer entered our home. It was in the early days, internet hookup was through the telephone line (dial-up), everything was very slow, no </b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">Google yet, we used Prodigy. </b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> My husband seems to think we had the first home computer sometime in the early 1990's. It was a big bulky Gateway. Ted was adamant that we get the computer. My response, "Go ahead and buy it. I will probably never even use it." </b></div></div><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> He was so excited when he got home with all the boxes. We set it up in the extra bedroom, plugged it in and pushed the on button. Nothing. Second try. Plugged it in, pushed the on switch and NOTHING! Following a line of expletives, Ted boxed it all up and headed back to the store. Our first attempt was one colossal FAIL. </b></span> </p><p> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>An hour later, Ted returned with more boxes. Apparently, the first computer was missing its hard drive. Third time was the charm, plugged it in, pushed the on switch and slowly a picture appeared on the screen. Now what? Ted sat down and got all the information necessary into the computer. We still did not have any internet service. We practiced keyboarding, writing gobbledygook and printing it. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfdYC6ziNxtK81Hj-0i50FDnm7JEUsydakuNXnLwiFutbksaRykaG7LzL8-AfmY2Iq6tFgwCJsKw_fBSmoH2O7N53dxPLNP0H-GcybOb9QAI_9ncEh8eD_b2xdkxur2AbLJzi7zW00pFQk8uATgE8czQ7lsv5bIz7P7FQLTE3J1d4Sna6YTeUXarBCCLg/s425/word-cloud-_wordle.fit_lim.size_768x.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="223" data-original-width="425" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfdYC6ziNxtK81Hj-0i50FDnm7JEUsydakuNXnLwiFutbksaRykaG7LzL8-AfmY2Iq6tFgwCJsKw_fBSmoH2O7N53dxPLNP0H-GcybOb9QAI_9ncEh8eD_b2xdkxur2AbLJzi7zW00pFQk8uATgE8czQ7lsv5bIz7P7FQLTE3J1d4Sna6YTeUXarBCCLg/s320/word-cloud-_wordle.fit_lim.size_768x.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> </span><b>There was new language with this invention coming into the house. Typing was called keyboarding. We had to purchase floppy disks to store information. Software, applications, mother board, monitors, processing system, search engines, Microsoft, viruses, worms, phishing, Windows, Mac and on and on.</b></div></span><p></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> When the monster was working and we added internet connectivity, I began to, slowly, play around with it. I was actively engaged in genealogy research and decided to use the search engine called Yahoo, to see what I could find. </b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Through surfing, I found US GenWeb and I was off and running. I was able to locate and email with other folks interested in genealogy who were able to help me in the states and counties where I was tracing ancestors. I could add information and folks contacted me. More genealogical avenues online and to download became available. </b></span></p><p> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Progressing into the late 1990's, I was the one who was spending the most time on the home computer. More sophisticated models were purchased, the home computer was moved into an area in the basement with all my genealogy hard copy nearby. The home computer became MINE. </b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Remember MySpace? Finding and joining Ancestry, Find-A-Grave, Facebook, Family Tree Maker, my own genealogy home pages, my own blog, Flipside, begun on January 3, 2009, hundreds of on line search engines and probably the most important find for me was was GenaBlogger.</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Like most of us, with the advent of laptops, I was able to take my files with me, not just genealogy, all of my files. And my laptop does travel. In fact I am the techie in the family. Always packed is the laptop, iPad, cell phone, all of the connection cords, external hard drive and a power strip. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> </b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5b2mbslYi_or-aEb8P6i14q5pgGRHGw9gT7DsRregIefRDHY-pIW-ODPDj_zLBJ0asFTbeo3JDOG76t2Uk8F8QiIOxg9g3E_ZBHNZp8I4D4ZUNHSodeKMUoHaNNYOBRjR9veRF6xxV1ZFxvoxFxe-Aat1MfJx1xGR8QHeI6wNqt5GA2fIBLNZ13CUqXg/s4032/IMG_8471.jpg" style="font-weight: bold; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5b2mbslYi_or-aEb8P6i14q5pgGRHGw9gT7DsRregIefRDHY-pIW-ODPDj_zLBJ0asFTbeo3JDOG76t2Uk8F8QiIOxg9g3E_ZBHNZp8I4D4ZUNHSodeKMUoHaNNYOBRjR9veRF6xxV1ZFxvoxFxe-Aat1MfJx1xGR8QHeI6wNqt5GA2fIBLNZ13CUqXg/w247-h185/IMG_8471.jpg" width="247" /></a><b><br /><br /></b></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><b> </b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Although my first response to a home computer was negative, the technology, once I became acquainted, became a daily adventure. Not just genealogy. Building my recipe file, shopping and buying on line, dinner reservations, vacation searches and reservations, gardening information, health, Zoom and Face Time--pretty much everything I do is online. I guess I have become a mouse potato over the past couple of decades.</b></span> 😁</b></span></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p> </p><blockquote><span style="color: black;">I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU. All comments are welcome; however, if they are inappropriate, they will not be published. </span> <span style="color: black;">
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</div>Linda Hughes Hiserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05774876428039197357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559842070525209896.post-15114247051635922912024-03-12T16:28:00.000-04:002024-03-12T16:28:00.960-04:00Achievement--Mildred Claudine Tate Smith<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoWcWaz8ZKl2pSlCqX5-JSDGgUAT4zCO5FaOZkHgmMGYYUYNmr3-uwPRBhDhPH-Zomus5dgmhMs745wcY0uC559-INvi5Qj4lnnjjDqlQsgSZ8jaw0kvVfWBA0tPSDODdwmTM7wOmivxomP5gDjsAyFWUAM5tmYTizpn866MwNC5W_8ZoGdUZs6nIwVHs/s285/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="111" data-original-width="285" height="111" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoWcWaz8ZKl2pSlCqX5-JSDGgUAT4zCO5FaOZkHgmMGYYUYNmr3-uwPRBhDhPH-Zomus5dgmhMs745wcY0uC559-INvi5Qj4lnnjjDqlQsgSZ8jaw0kvVfWBA0tPSDODdwmTM7wOmivxomP5gDjsAyFWUAM5tmYTizpn866MwNC5W_8ZoGdUZs6nIwVHs/s1600/image.png" width="285" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;"> <b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">Amy Johnson Crow has a <a href="https://www.amyjohnsoncrow.com/52-ancestors-in-52-weeks-themes-for-2024/">52 Ancestors Week</a> blog challenge which I have decided to join. I am hoping it may help me to pinpoint someone or something that I have researched and not blogged about on Flipside. AND push me to blog about family each week in 2024. Sometimes I get lazy. 😁 Let's see how well I keep up.</b></p><p><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> </b><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">Week # 11 (March 11-March 17) is Achievement</b><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">. </b></p><div><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> Weeks ago I mentioned to Ted that I was stumped as to what to write concerning achievement. I have covered this topic with numerous of my family and just couldn't think where to go with it. </b></div><div><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></b></div><div><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> Ted said his maternal grandmother, Mildred Claudine Tate Smith, widowed at age thirty-seven, with seven children in 1931 showed achievement through her courage in raising her children alone. I never met Grandma Smith, I have no personal insight and the stories I have heard may be somewhat acrophyll; however, .....here I go.</b></div><div><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmKgvGgCeSbbu6ja7KwXOq9UDfcn-3Q1B3YQjPgkE0QVagVUp1VftGU6_Xi93omf5gZ09o2Qm2ZWC7CJzZjqCs9Rg10PkduVTn9ZIPyBup1nJIpH5ePw2GuCflKMVkwACRHel0OL0hjM9AeBYY94JHrRXJNtzj8GaFnQTVYqrbyzf84YE8OFuWnE_o1k0/s1882/Mildred%20Tate%20circa%201898.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1882" data-original-width="1558" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmKgvGgCeSbbu6ja7KwXOq9UDfcn-3Q1B3YQjPgkE0QVagVUp1VftGU6_Xi93omf5gZ09o2Qm2ZWC7CJzZjqCs9Rg10PkduVTn9ZIPyBup1nJIpH5ePw2GuCflKMVkwACRHel0OL0hjM9AeBYY94JHrRXJNtzj8GaFnQTVYqrbyzf84YE8OFuWnE_o1k0/s320/Mildred%20Tate%20circa%201898.jpg" width="265" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mildred Claudine Tate<br />circa 1898<br />Courtesy of Jay Howard Smith</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> </span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">Mildred was born on February 19, 1895 to <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/32684249/charles_henry_christian_tate">Charles Henry Christian Tate</a> and <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/32684269/ida_mae_tate">Ida Mae Hess</a>, in Spencerville, Spencer Township, Allen County, Ohio. There is a 1900 and 1910 Ohio census for the Tate Family in Spencerville. </b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivGMlcGEwGxiOea8Msk38c734cwp5h6Kbzq2iENmi1G3GxQA6qtgM_1TvMHkoRBkatCQf0hYvW-1qBjg-tTzBmBSjTCcyEIT5stxcf45Ya5LfO_OCiXmldx2dfrjlK_Bu416EOEDSNzZP4j1dJp-tzXOGv6fEULWcQ9HF9OtnlFzIT5lKNBfOrs4oAIAs/s1468/Smith,%20Mildred%20Claudine%20Tate%20as%20a%20child%20in%20oval2named.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1468" data-original-width="852" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivGMlcGEwGxiOea8Msk38c734cwp5h6Kbzq2iENmi1G3GxQA6qtgM_1TvMHkoRBkatCQf0hYvW-1qBjg-tTzBmBSjTCcyEIT5stxcf45Ya5LfO_OCiXmldx2dfrjlK_Bu416EOEDSNzZP4j1dJp-tzXOGv6fEULWcQ9HF9OtnlFzIT5lKNBfOrs4oAIAs/s320/Smith,%20Mildred%20Claudine%20Tate%20as%20a%20child%20in%20oval2named.jpg" width="186" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Circa 1905</td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: #38761d; 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font-weight: normal;">1913 Tiffin City Directory</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div></span><div><span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAAJIzGcSphie8zXiviSU5wrwq5wly5U9D17uj2cXHO3GpuWpygn0UQ484NHg_bHGWf9krAKRHNSkC1RhPkgZCFpjo4NaKWFj0S1s_t5dLmaG5e4eXZPNAnNj_dmgNFbA8PXI-3zZuhgftbtLYlphknUorPEPYJ2mwc3KICvilOfWWgomdx0t2QiPke3E/s964/Tate%20areat.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="964" data-original-width="814" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAAJIzGcSphie8zXiviSU5wrwq5wly5U9D17uj2cXHO3GpuWpygn0UQ484NHg_bHGWf9krAKRHNSkC1RhPkgZCFpjo4NaKWFj0S1s_t5dLmaG5e4eXZPNAnNj_dmgNFbA8PXI-3zZuhgftbtLYlphknUorPEPYJ2mwc3KICvilOfWWgomdx0t2QiPke3E/s320/Tate%20areat.jpg" width="270" /></a></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2212" data-original-width="2940" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBj-xXbcNL01VOC7A4QJFlbSbFBRnDVjeWLxhyKVHj3DxY8Exj5btXQwpntd0d6kvtfKj6U6wCp2ScPhv0imeZkCEhuhih_33c5syEJEFv8uNhjBh14TZTE-AsuS9JICpCLzdiN7Yc8vlwEs2iEq2yIvjcNH1URnLTNEm-8Q8dFk9J7Xb_p34E6J4I8vM/s320/IMG_8443.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><a href="https://www.loc.gov/resource/g4084tm.g4084tm_g069091914/?sp=22&st=image&r=0.068,0.118,0.417,0.148,0" style="font-weight: normal;">Sanborn Fire Insurance Map<br />Tiffin, Seneca County, Ohio<br />1914</a></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>By 1913, the Tate family removed to the city of Tiffin, Seneca County, Ohio. The family lived at 24 Forest and Mildred is listed in the directory. Forest Street was renamed Oak Street. On the 1914 Sanford Fire Insurance map Oak and Forest run into each other. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj40uPuqa2uh-zgGUNEjLMGIsh2rY1Q2S0sDXkblOiq3QaE4IbcDnZuB8zJ-yW7ZwKLWjYQ2Z2Y51gCdyMfkhflstM6kUzhLQPgxYF7VeH_zK8hIBtrCEyzTz3Gggyz8PsZLhg1je9ckXJeJyBMF-ho7ZDiYEKoR6EhZ12bgxf58cs8_U5_7WKj_QBA8aQ/s2369/173%20Oak%20Street.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2170" data-original-width="2369" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj40uPuqa2uh-zgGUNEjLMGIsh2rY1Q2S0sDXkblOiq3QaE4IbcDnZuB8zJ-yW7ZwKLWjYQ2Z2Y51gCdyMfkhflstM6kUzhLQPgxYF7VeH_zK8hIBtrCEyzTz3Gggyz8PsZLhg1je9ckXJeJyBMF-ho7ZDiYEKoR6EhZ12bgxf58cs8_U5_7WKj_QBA8aQ/w245-h224/173%20Oak%20Street.jpg" width="245" /></a></div><br /><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> </span><b>At some time the city decided to just continue Oak Street up to West Davis and erase the name of Forest Street. The house pictured above was built in 1913 and is located on the street in the same spot where the Tate house is located on the 1914 Sanborn Fire Insurance map.</b></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><b> I would like to note that the Webster Manufacturing Company was located to the west of the red circled area where the Tate Family lived. It is likely that Charles Tate and his and older sons where employed at the plant.</b></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwz4mXArSIk9Ro6SAhVU8QPQrOaiYJolmRsrIo37J2hTddHQ8JAqw6pe0IbicOTgI9xMIJXp8MktF3ygYCqgQVXJkTc13Pc96N4wXCNQDmAnccYB2RfjZ-jdatUbOb5NkvCpvQ7ehW3fS_yIo8VfnfF7ReFU9oqptDeOfWGLAvQqTHgO_rVqMMgYRIIpE/s2375/Smith%20candybox2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2375" data-original-width="1445" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwz4mXArSIk9Ro6SAhVU8QPQrOaiYJolmRsrIo37J2hTddHQ8JAqw6pe0IbicOTgI9xMIJXp8MktF3ygYCqgQVXJkTc13Pc96N4wXCNQDmAnccYB2RfjZ-jdatUbOb5NkvCpvQ7ehW3fS_yIo8VfnfF7ReFU9oqptDeOfWGLAvQqTHgO_rVqMMgYRIIpE/s320/Smith%20candybox2.jpg" width="195" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj369JHIht2goXmqWJN4Q4cW3mwda3kEdGlV95iAmHl4Z5Glh3uH5IVCGI3OCd5Nz7E9dddG44AC7Vr1TVK5BM9jYtKk_GLZL83IjF2nRLmTjiGFUN83d_nf9CHrmvsQO3NnzIHaexiT9itUJQ73gdWJcE2q-LqCYp24HX6ry6e7WiWJRqgMEMVbmkMtsg/s1576/Smith%20candybox3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1576" data-original-width="1412" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj369JHIht2goXmqWJN4Q4cW3mwda3kEdGlV95iAmHl4Z5Glh3uH5IVCGI3OCd5Nz7E9dddG44AC7Vr1TVK5BM9jYtKk_GLZL83IjF2nRLmTjiGFUN83d_nf9CHrmvsQO3NnzIHaexiT9itUJQ73gdWJcE2q-LqCYp24HX6ry6e7WiWJRqgMEMVbmkMtsg/s320/Smith%20candybox3.jpg" width="287" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <b>This lovely candy box was given to Mildred by Grover Cleveland Smith when they were dating and the bittersweet he picked in the fall for her as a gift. It was in the possession of her daughter, my mother-in-law, Helena Mae Smith Hiser.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b> </b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeXoi26EYmmkZDGqjb_BPt1tsOrj7P9dlhayNvNVAADWIo9TsLdFqWjhMEWMbr847WHADjxVfYQY2UeP6Yx9yZZYYxbiBiWo0pCQ9alnbE-m8o4eQhAptYYLfia8evSASwABTxeH0jkO0IGrdQ3tAZlOHbaGjMqPa4NvxMVhMoUIMPtzYOY-TOaC5CWs4/s422/Smith,%20Mildred%20Claudine%20Tate%201918%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="422" data-original-width="229" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeXoi26EYmmkZDGqjb_BPt1tsOrj7P9dlhayNvNVAADWIo9TsLdFqWjhMEWMbr847WHADjxVfYQY2UeP6Yx9yZZYYxbiBiWo0pCQ9alnbE-m8o4eQhAptYYLfia8evSASwABTxeH0jkO0IGrdQ3tAZlOHbaGjMqPa4NvxMVhMoUIMPtzYOY-TOaC5CWs4/s320/Smith,%20Mildred%20Claudine%20Tate%201918%20cropped.jpg" width="174" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Mildred Claudine Tate<br />Circa 1918</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3IywWdDDShd2tEBnNOFudmVYl6odgXAFqICqDPJwJokff5RuQLoOGehXzUDu45MvcW3Fl4PdrKJ6xGg3uMBghTscqxm9BSZ_2asyPGMs3nzkJvrHQ_Auts0wSzOv6Yo9IaH7ZJ31phWJQhABk9tBVaGlGGYVMLnaQYvj_zCXPsV9zQ9nVHP6cTCWNbfw/s593/Grover%20Cleveland%20Smith.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="593" data-original-width="442" height="263" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3IywWdDDShd2tEBnNOFudmVYl6odgXAFqICqDPJwJokff5RuQLoOGehXzUDu45MvcW3Fl4PdrKJ6xGg3uMBghTscqxm9BSZ_2asyPGMs3nzkJvrHQ_Auts0wSzOv6Yo9IaH7ZJ31phWJQhABk9tBVaGlGGYVMLnaQYvj_zCXPsV9zQ9nVHP6cTCWNbfw/w196-h263/Grover%20Cleveland%20Smith.jpg" width="196" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Grover Cleveland Smith</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7WCbkBupNMdqa8_-1uYVtBcqLsH6mHB-1wFj0p4BBODQIwFgv1wFHZ6EBctIwqMI48iiUIZzHpzwiL2mme6HzuL6tEXcfoGxbNsExDhx_uvMvQNiFvC_eqjqIEJAqbp7YEOweRh_oNoK6oJZt1kV7ghM_Z_DtM-jU0uNIJFEKMPvnWo0OBQJVfxvWcss/s2140/1919%20Marriage%20License%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1777" data-original-width="2140" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7WCbkBupNMdqa8_-1uYVtBcqLsH6mHB-1wFj0p4BBODQIwFgv1wFHZ6EBctIwqMI48iiUIZzHpzwiL2mme6HzuL6tEXcfoGxbNsExDhx_uvMvQNiFvC_eqjqIEJAqbp7YEOweRh_oNoK6oJZt1kV7ghM_Z_DtM-jU0uNIJFEKMPvnWo0OBQJVfxvWcss/s320/1919%20Marriage%20License%20cropped.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> </span><b>On June 5, 1919, at age twenty-four, Mildred married thirty-four year old Grover Cleveland Smith, son of <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/11317546/john_andrew_smith">John Andrew Smith</a> and <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/11317558/helena_fredericka_smith">Helena Frederika Oster</a>, in Seneca County, Ohio. The marriage was performed by Reverend Charles Allen Pearce of The Church of Christ. </b></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><b> The 1920 Ohio census, taken on January 7 lists Grover and Mildred living on a farm with Grover's father, John Andrew Smith and one brother, Otto Lafayette Smith. The Smith's were farmers growing and selling fruit and vegetables.</b></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><b> </b><b>On March 17, 1920 the Smith's welcomed their first child, a son, Howard Lewis Smith. Six more children followed, Helena Mae Smith born on March 12, 1922, Mary Irene Smith born on July 7, 1923, Betty Lou Smith born on February 1, 1925, Arthur William Smith born on September 17, 1926, Gilbert Tate Smith born on October 3, 1928 and Martha Ann Smith born on February 24, 1931. </b></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYSSzcyPhQYCny09pQciCSRiOlOoCfhxAFfKDEVbOi07pgInfBnDY4scbkhk738n1Bkqlaflyf7nIuruRlRGqRVP2sSkX8iX0PDWQYkW1ulZqy3tiPFMw-4gpxUMRHg8m_xTpoWQcP8EGHamOJhO9eOb9-X68wWSwLvHMcAFmJrOhenYPRZTr3c0nU9Uk/s4032/Rerick%20Brothers%20Atlas%20and%20Art%20Portfolio%20of%20Seneca%20County,%20Ohio%2018961.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="2179" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYSSzcyPhQYCny09pQciCSRiOlOoCfhxAFfKDEVbOi07pgInfBnDY4scbkhk738n1Bkqlaflyf7nIuruRlRGqRVP2sSkX8iX0PDWQYkW1ulZqy3tiPFMw-4gpxUMRHg8m_xTpoWQcP8EGHamOJhO9eOb9-X68wWSwLvHMcAFmJrOhenYPRZTr3c0nU9Uk/s320/Rerick%20Brothers%20Atlas%20and%20Art%20Portfolio%20of%20Seneca%20County,%20Ohio%2018961.jpg" width="173" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rerick Brothers Atlas and Art Portfolio<br />Seneca County, Clinton Township, Ohio<br />1896</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>The 1896 atlas shows the Smith properties side by side on South Greenfield Road/County Road 50. Christina Smith is John Andrew Smith's mother and Grover Cleveland Smith' paternal grand mother. There is a small square marking the school that my mother-in-law and her siblings attended before their move into the city in 1932.</b></span></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><b> The 1930 Ohio census gives insight as to the location of the Smith home and farm on South Greenfield Road, Clinton Township, Seneca County, Ohio. That area is just outside the city limits of Tiffin, Ohio. Grover is the head of the family and his aged father is living in the house and is retired. Grover is a truck farmer and is working the sizable family fruit farm. </b></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: verdana; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicQOjyBtsxngQRsC1zdQZlqfMchrnnHNkaTe0-fW6FKeJfbvJUWE87bPSA3-lya94A0xLxQia0XZh7E88RxGF-mg8kq1sCO5Aa7aStt6FaVYcflpdY5uhNiR6Pheet-zp9-O6OOvbE2bn2GjYOYAqZHCbAPNz5c6ETgPNgo0LN9EA7_bKP7tEupERah8s/s1362/1931%20John%20Andrew%20Smith%20death%20Certificate.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1362" data-original-width="1338" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicQOjyBtsxngQRsC1zdQZlqfMchrnnHNkaTe0-fW6FKeJfbvJUWE87bPSA3-lya94A0xLxQia0XZh7E88RxGF-mg8kq1sCO5Aa7aStt6FaVYcflpdY5uhNiR6Pheet-zp9-O6OOvbE2bn2GjYOYAqZHCbAPNz5c6ETgPNgo0LN9EA7_bKP7tEupERah8s/s320/1931%20John%20Andrew%20Smith%20death%20Certificate.jpg" width="314" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">John Andrew Smith<br />Ohio Death Certificate</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"> <b><span style="color: #38761d;">One year later a double tragedy struck the family. On March 2, 1931, John Andrew Smith, the family patriarch, died at the family farm from valvular heart disease at eighty years of age. His burial was on March 5, 1931 in <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/11317546/john-andrew-smith">Greenlawn Cemetery</a>, Tiffin, Seneca County, Ohio. </span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><b><span style="color: #38761d;">The Find A Grave date of death is incorrect.</span></b></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><b><span style="color: #38761d;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: #38761d; font-weight: bold; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGfrZhfFuYt-DjbPjNkVxt9_g3UxURVylH5pLl47-wu3Ugv3ujQ25sHEMghW74mUm-P06S6PiD84lYJLPfRQxtAsf-YvILSpkESWUUvZrd33sJYilK5piGQWbQBXTMGMov9D2bdaeI80W3XM7s84YVClJUawKv4G1YNNcnPg5VE4nvQD52ptfzsDip3W0/s1390/1931%20Grover%20Cleveland%20Smith%20death%20certificate.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1349" data-original-width="1390" height="311" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGfrZhfFuYt-DjbPjNkVxt9_g3UxURVylH5pLl47-wu3Ugv3ujQ25sHEMghW74mUm-P06S6PiD84lYJLPfRQxtAsf-YvILSpkESWUUvZrd33sJYilK5piGQWbQBXTMGMov9D2bdaeI80W3XM7s84YVClJUawKv4G1YNNcnPg5VE4nvQD52ptfzsDip3W0/s320/1931%20Grover%20Cleveland%20Smith%20death%20certificate.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: trebuchet; font-weight: normal;">Grover Cleveland Smith<br />Ohio Death certificate</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-weight: 700;"> </span><b style="color: #38761d;"><span style="color: #38761d;">On the day his father was to be buried, March 5, 1931, Grover Cleveland Smith died in his bed on the family farm, just fourteen days shy of his forty-sixth birthday. Cause of death was toxic goiter and myocarditis. </span></b></div></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><b> Mildred was in bed following the birth of a daughter, Martha Ann Smith, on February 24. According to a family account of the day written by my mother-in-law, she was asked to carry the new born baby into her father's bedroom so he could see his new daughter. She was told not to let her father know that his father had died. Grover saw Helena come in with the baby and said, "Grandpa died, didn't he?" He died within a short time after.</b></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #38761d; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxi7oyF4H426BDOoPXBA5v1tYX77HpJXhxFD-_Yw2J6P8ynGv6ze3rXdWn2CtCSroyy7-kZvM4eFMkAtfXlprSx8gj2MVbq01K4I6Ubif8Hx4XuhRWBFAsYkEjRZWwjjRzdj8XgcouUDmh8cc4t1lCOlxtx3D5ARlmQJOkFiY8jf1mdulPh7d2ru0X5YQ/s886/1931%20obituary%20Grover%20Cleveland%20Smith.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="801" data-original-width="886" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxi7oyF4H426BDOoPXBA5v1tYX77HpJXhxFD-_Yw2J6P8ynGv6ze3rXdWn2CtCSroyy7-kZvM4eFMkAtfXlprSx8gj2MVbq01K4I6Ubif8Hx4XuhRWBFAsYkEjRZWwjjRzdj8XgcouUDmh8cc4t1lCOlxtx3D5ARlmQJOkFiY8jf1mdulPh7d2ru0X5YQ/s320/1931%20obituary%20Grover%20Cleveland%20Smith.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #38761d; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl24_UaaQlP_20RLIBnhyphenhyphenz472GOEdP3tarBNg_CX6I2Wthza6jA5f6x7K52dX6KHCKskDl6NucSRhA67qsbeV3RoyaOXooNsxLDTG3kaGo42VfSoKiAcLPGCzfpcmclEFev54LwCdcOohs4x7r0vzuPSHbtHYtAaFgyFwpkxHOMToGlW7tmBzZT7I5BBE/s1276/Smith,%20Grover%20Cleveland%20and%20Mildred%20Tate%20Smith.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="660" data-original-width="1276" height="166" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl24_UaaQlP_20RLIBnhyphenhyphenz472GOEdP3tarBNg_CX6I2Wthza6jA5f6x7K52dX6KHCKskDl6NucSRhA67qsbeV3RoyaOXooNsxLDTG3kaGo42VfSoKiAcLPGCzfpcmclEFev54LwCdcOohs4x7r0vzuPSHbtHYtAaFgyFwpkxHOMToGlW7tmBzZT7I5BBE/s320/Smith,%20Grover%20Cleveland%20and%20Mildred%20Tate%20Smith.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-weight: 700;"> Grover Cleveland Smith was buried on March 7, 1931 in <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/11317452/grover_cleveland_smith">Greenlawn Cemetery</a>, Tiffin, Seneca County, Ohio.</span></div></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: center;">*********************</div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><b> And now my stumbling block. What came next? Up until now I used research and family documents. The nugget of my blog comes after Grover's death and how Mildred courageously picked up the pieces and moved on. </b></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><b> </b><b>Distinguishing fact and acrophyll stories when doing family genealogy on my husband's side of the tree has been difficult. The genealogist on the Smith side was Aunt Betty Smith Bowman. She amassed a huge amount of documents, photos and knowledge over her ninety-seven years. I married into the family fifty-five years ago and over the decades listened to the hardships of the Smith's early life, primarily from the my mother-in-law Helena Smith Hiser and Aunt Betty. </b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><p style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> I had many "I think" ideas and memories of the Smith stories rolling around in my head wanting to add some personality to this blog. Then the light bulb went off --email Cousin Jay Howard Smith. Jay's genealogical written pieces on the family are</b><b> well researched. He also has access to his father's, Howard Lewis Smith, family files. Cousin Jay did not disappoint. I now have the necessary information to complete the blog. Surprisingly, two typed letters written by my mother-in-law that I had never seen, helped to provide a first person account. </b></p><p style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><u>Life After the Death of Grover Cleveland Smith</u></b></p><p style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Mildred was still in bed following the birth of the baby and when her husband died. There was a practical nurse coming to the farm to care for Grover, Mildred and the baby. </b></p><p style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> The time had come for Mildred to pick herself up by the proverbial bootstraps and forge ahead with a new life for herself and her seven children. According to family stories the Smith farm was to pass to Grover and Mildred. With the death of both John and Grover and no wills, the estate became intestate. Over the years I had heard talk that family members swooped in, sold the land, took the money and left Mildred with nothing.</b></p><p style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"><b> </b></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL3ELabs4QdycVy3iupymNyNWsiC7joPxqDeFN6X1ToIyuqZ_tPR_WFekn-8PB4XD0rkaHBO2pqQJFiNM-DtYnrbAAGTuvw5TUUKqoMz6UMYJulI4Tbpb4s7FNs2bHDGsqmvOA3MgJkllexy-aaoRsenhv2Jqy-fxQhj1DbHGFy_gzuwELC-BDnayaJMU/s3296/1931-1931%20bills%20paid%20following%20death%20of%20Grover%20Cleveland%20Smith-2.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3296" data-original-width="2536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL3ELabs4QdycVy3iupymNyNWsiC7joPxqDeFN6X1ToIyuqZ_tPR_WFekn-8PB4XD0rkaHBO2pqQJFiNM-DtYnrbAAGTuvw5TUUKqoMz6UMYJulI4Tbpb4s7FNs2bHDGsqmvOA3MgJkllexy-aaoRsenhv2Jqy-fxQhj1DbHGFy_gzuwELC-BDnayaJMU/s320/1931-1931%20bills%20paid%20following%20death%20of%20Grover%20Cleveland%20Smith-2.jpg" width="246" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Mildred's hand written page of bills paid<br />following Grover's death</span></td></tr></tbody></table><b> </b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b> </b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>According to the two newly found letters of my mother-in-law, the farm and land was sold and divided equally among the children of John Andrew and Helena Oster Smith. Mildred did receive her deceased husband's share. Also, Grover had some life insurance. She was able to pay any debts and rent on the farm until she purchased a house in Tiffin.</b></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #38761d; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkYfcxMz7N9nqSJ2SJpSmBUppRIiAUnwMSOLk0s8jnW95ZCk0YtBRvHVo9-Km5wmpsBDJDlsb0v4oFmSwQGI6Nl0aX99_U_T4h4DElcvOwuMtWBsBrbW6vAtVTGzUYvi6kw-u2wwJBr5_JAmjRk9B3_QYlfxF4Vp0kKvKItT2W0LvIpUAWR6E1RDg2asA/s1554/Rent%20recipts%20for%20house%20following%20death%20of%20husband%201931-32%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1319" data-original-width="1554" height="272" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkYfcxMz7N9nqSJ2SJpSmBUppRIiAUnwMSOLk0s8jnW95ZCk0YtBRvHVo9-Km5wmpsBDJDlsb0v4oFmSwQGI6Nl0aX99_U_T4h4DElcvOwuMtWBsBrbW6vAtVTGzUYvi6kw-u2wwJBr5_JAmjRk9B3_QYlfxF4Vp0kKvKItT2W0LvIpUAWR6E1RDg2asA/s320/Rent%20recipts%20for%20house%20following%20death%20of%20husband%201931-32%20cropped.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-weight: 700;"> </span><b style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mildred was paying the Estate of her father-in-law $10.00 monthly for rent to remain in the farm house. The final one was dated January 1932; however, I have additional information that she continued to pay rent through March 1932.</span></b></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: #38761d; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA_BKrZWDp1koiu2OaFH9TIaHjNlF35XxJ_Wsi-hNcN8y9dcJk-IuAOAHUzJfyGHbZvSszNym05_LcXQQwa2lnL4MmxkqMvX4vuH5VZUvvV7fzQv9up6kDuv2YAZbF_rlYFQ3-r0e_liC3SPlmyLbn5KnohfeaJlB4FIp_NfIddWkJnWteX6u4MqWlxMc/s4032/1932%20191%20Prospect%20Street.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA_BKrZWDp1koiu2OaFH9TIaHjNlF35XxJ_Wsi-hNcN8y9dcJk-IuAOAHUzJfyGHbZvSszNym05_LcXQQwa2lnL4MmxkqMvX4vuH5VZUvvV7fzQv9up6kDuv2YAZbF_rlYFQ3-r0e_liC3SPlmyLbn5KnohfeaJlB4FIp_NfIddWkJnWteX6u4MqWlxMc/s320/1932%20191%20Prospect%20Street.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="color: black;">131 Prospect Street<br />Tiffin, Ohio<br /></span><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> Mildred's financial dedication following Grover's death resulted in her ability to purchase a house at 131 Prospect Street in Tiffin. Once again, my mother-in-law wrote a letter describing the move to the new house. All of the children were excited to move into the city; however, once Helena saw the house she was extremely disappointed in the small size and shabbiness. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> <i>The car "stopped in front of a small grey house, old and in need of paint."</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"><i> "My heart sank. No! No! This could not be our new home. How can we be moving from the spacious, fairly new house in the country to this house so small and shabby in comparison."</i></span></div><p></p><p style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Mildred and the children had a large garden plot behind the house. Vegetables were canned and Mildred baked bread weekly. She was an excellent seamstress and was able to earn a living making clothes and doing alterations well into the 1950's.</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWSUAWahC90Tu_L3ZjBQdyx30WpqeLWbnhSV5QHdKL4wF-kSp_n1USHdMrX1I-LlXul7LZK9kZuhhpXe0qCAHgntkHjyDn174bZcgdxKNYPOh8NbTek41P1EnuYXBudb6zv1jYuU0Af7WlVp_SmJWIXM7cQ_aMDd8mgfJ4Q4enaz0P4SjUHTygqL9e7cM/s957/1934%20Tiffin%20City%20Directory%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="72" data-original-width="957" height="45" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWSUAWahC90Tu_L3ZjBQdyx30WpqeLWbnhSV5QHdKL4wF-kSp_n1USHdMrX1I-LlXul7LZK9kZuhhpXe0qCAHgntkHjyDn174bZcgdxKNYPOh8NbTek41P1EnuYXBudb6zv1jYuU0Af7WlVp_SmJWIXM7cQ_aMDd8mgfJ4Q4enaz0P4SjUHTygqL9e7cM/w373-h45/1934%20Tiffin%20City%20Directory%20cropped.jpg" width="373" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: trebuchet;">1934 Tiffin City Directory</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzpU7p6ndw-NDE2ebBlh0XU4YyPwVqk2X0CyTBRk5adRpyI9aT1YfGCnFusA7xAFNcSeU0Z8Qtu96c0GfRNXb41PnPKr40t3LVUWSnrmXzE7trFo_Qi_-xnvZXYm0lytFHFCCwgdlXOhlj2wSb-Ts900fTOq98Ti8wwBghG2LhatEaKqzChT3-88RKcwY/s652/1935%20Smith,%20Mildred%20Claudine%201935.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="652" data-original-width="468" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzpU7p6ndw-NDE2ebBlh0XU4YyPwVqk2X0CyTBRk5adRpyI9aT1YfGCnFusA7xAFNcSeU0Z8Qtu96c0GfRNXb41PnPKr40t3LVUWSnrmXzE7trFo_Qi_-xnvZXYm0lytFHFCCwgdlXOhlj2wSb-Ts900fTOq98Ti8wwBghG2LhatEaKqzChT3-88RKcwY/s320/1935%20Smith,%20Mildred%20Claudine%201935.jpg" width="230" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: trebuchet;">Mildred Claudine Tate Smith<br />Sitting beside her house<br />1935</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> </span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">Through courage and determination Mildred was able to raise her children, see them through high school and marriages. 131 Prospect was painted, enlarged and housed Mildred until her death in 1964. Family still owns and lives in the house. Her life following her husband's death is the embodiment of personal achievement.</b></div><p></p><p style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><u>Personal Note </u> </b><b> </b></p></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><b> I attended and graduated from Heidelberg College, now Heidelberg University. The campus buildings are located on Greenfield Road Street within the Tiffin City limits. Once crossing the city line the street becomes County Road 50. I married into the Hiser/Smith family. I knew all of the "Smith kids" listed above and heard the family stories from the women. Smith Family farms and remaining houses were pointed out and there were numerous visits to Greenlawn Cemetery to pay respect to those ancestors past. All of Grover and Mildred's children are buried in Greenlawn Cemetery except, Arthur William Smith. </b></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"> </div></div></span></div></div></div><blockquote><span style="color: black;">I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU. All comments are welcome; however, if they are inappropriate, they will not be published. </span> <span style="color: black;">
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</div>Linda Hughes Hiserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05774876428039197357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559842070525209896.post-71443463584497599582024-03-03T09:30:00.004-05:002024-03-06T17:21:44.757-05:00Language--Olde Tyme<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7-0nkY_8xYeycBJRJv7cjISCgfxk3ptR3zAWpWCVt9qdxWEqX0d2bcH3vW6uli8e2fyPFQPav3ywjUXNszodt4jjcjrxK0__w1a4kEMTxNNaFfChE_2PMJhDMl69Hby5qPSs1BidyNGzGfz8qXzYEdRP96Tud8rv8PRxJaxvyUwkEMjiK3P612hbMv3k/s285/Button_border.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="111" data-original-width="285" height="111" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7-0nkY_8xYeycBJRJv7cjISCgfxk3ptR3zAWpWCVt9qdxWEqX0d2bcH3vW6uli8e2fyPFQPav3ywjUXNszodt4jjcjrxK0__w1a4kEMTxNNaFfChE_2PMJhDMl69Hby5qPSs1BidyNGzGfz8qXzYEdRP96Tud8rv8PRxJaxvyUwkEMjiK3P612hbMv3k/s1600/Button_border.jpg" width="285" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div> <b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">Amy Johnson Crow has a <a href="https://www.amyjohnsoncrow.com/52-ancestors-in-52-weeks-themes-for-2024/">52 Ancestors Week</a> blog challenge which I have decided to join. I am hoping it may help me to pinpoint someone or something that I have researched and not blogged about on Flipside. AND push me to blog about family each week in 2024. Sometimes I get lazy. 😁 Let's see how well I keep up.</b></div><p><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> </b><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">Week # 9 (March 4-March 10) is Language. </b></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIivUtoNBCMwp8YkFfra0vsRQf7iJti3RoSK9KjIYqsVXTWC5fZE_BkZmdu5TzDwRVkNJ0_Wc1vQ9iU-o4V924Qii-EgxdTuGGhRMbJa8fpf4G6fTJXqkANPApw9ALwui4aGtrg08601-kk4SfO1_-vG6ysh5flSiRpPtiN0F1l6KO_PLF2rZtzkXCUi0/s645/1954-040-Christmas%20Family-2.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="645" data-original-width="380" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIivUtoNBCMwp8YkFfra0vsRQf7iJti3RoSK9KjIYqsVXTWC5fZE_BkZmdu5TzDwRVkNJ0_Wc1vQ9iU-o4V924Qii-EgxdTuGGhRMbJa8fpf4G6fTJXqkANPApw9ALwui4aGtrg08601-kk4SfO1_-vG6ysh5flSiRpPtiN0F1l6KO_PLF2rZtzkXCUi0/s320/1954-040-Christmas%20Family-2.jpg" width="189" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lin, Ken and Grams and Pop Pop<br />Christmas 1954</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>I find myself again blogging about my paternal grandmother, Sarah VanGilder Hughes aka Grams. For years I have kept memories about her in a notebook regarding the many times we spent together, least over the years I would forget. Too often when blogging about family members I do not have first hand knowledge to make the story more personal. When it comes to my grand parents and my paternal great grandmother, I do. I admit that this blogging challenge has opened the door to finally put some of the personal memories into Flipside.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> </b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">I probably spent more time with Grams and Pop Pop than my maternal grandmother, Teek, due to their ages and where they lived. Teek was older having been born in 1880 where Grams and pop Pop were somewhat younger having been born in 1898. Teek lived in a studio apartment and not far away, Grams and Pop Pop were renting a 3-4 bedroom apartment and later a 2 bedroom place. </b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></b></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span face=""Lato",sans-serif" style="line-height: 17.12px; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><b> As a very young child, I often spent weekends with Grams and Pop Pop. When I was in sixth grade and into junior high school, it was not uncommon for me, in the summer, to jump on my bike and travel about four miles to visit Grams. Later in the afternoon my Mom or Dad would drop of my suitcase and I was visiting for a few days. </b></span></span><b style="color: #38761d;">My memories are drawn from these impromptu visits. </b></span></div><p><span face=""Lato",sans-serif" style="line-height: 17.12px; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Back to the topic of language. In this blog the language is not speaking words from a foreign country instead it is words spoken from another time in the United States. Words that were uncommon to me. </b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIuXlYVYZkLaXmVOzOteJkD6uK8Y0K85nAtQD_8mrT8A4lyimWycl9phGLl5YGyHpVFwtHkcGi8r0cOYROAbOrqPGq7YnR9NgOlKhkYRFoUx6Q-AUgJB2hUD_eZM7BgiRxAUrcdAahODrnFzFxCt2HVjyOxCO84RINwx_g4C2eP9HtS9pnYvcaOZoucDM/s2989/IMG_8214.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2989" data-original-width="2069" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIuXlYVYZkLaXmVOzOteJkD6uK8Y0K85nAtQD_8mrT8A4lyimWycl9phGLl5YGyHpVFwtHkcGi8r0cOYROAbOrqPGq7YnR9NgOlKhkYRFoUx6Q-AUgJB2hUD_eZM7BgiRxAUrcdAahODrnFzFxCt2HVjyOxCO84RINwx_g4C2eP9HtS9pnYvcaOZoucDM/s320/IMG_8214.jpg" width="222" /></a></p> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Grams had a huge, hulking dark wooden piece of furniture in the dining room that she referred to as a <i>credenza</i>. I have looked up images of a credenza. The closest I came was the one pictured above, although hers was <u>not</u> as ornate. It had a lower section pictured above; however, there was an upper section that had a door and shelves inside for her dishes. Many afternoons she and I spent some time playing cards. "Lin, get the cards out of the credenza." They were in the drawer on the right hand side. </b></span><span style="color: #4a4648; font-size: 11pt;">😊</span><p> <b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">Indulge me here. The credenza pictured above is from the 1890's. Grams had many pieces of older furniture, <a href="https://www.thesprucecrafts.com/identifying-eastlake-furniture-148840">Eastlake style</a> was one. These may have come from VanGilder and Poole households in the Morgantown, West Virginia area as pieces from the family estates and moved up to the Pittsburgh area. Or, perhaps some of her antique furniture came from Pop Pop's mother, who was living with them by 1950. She had lived in Monaca, Pennsylvania before moving in with them around 1950 and she had furniture. </b></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg96zBczhvYqT_7ZlsB2SavnUYmlLKiDylr7Qz4tDcSHGacmHkqp3v7xnwrC413lWhbZGtKwSYKjhehpxYstiaqBR9rH9swMASLNbTiCVLvRo1mym1T2AV8AP8Cy7cwQNEIjyqumjZULyhZ_c5U7yGCr62nKQEMwdfHDaher3TsFH5LiLJCszEY54GywMk/s501/6194634cd11592a3ce862aeca41780ba.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="378" data-original-width="501" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg96zBczhvYqT_7ZlsB2SavnUYmlLKiDylr7Qz4tDcSHGacmHkqp3v7xnwrC413lWhbZGtKwSYKjhehpxYstiaqBR9rH9swMASLNbTiCVLvRo1mym1T2AV8AP8Cy7cwQNEIjyqumjZULyhZ_c5U7yGCr62nKQEMwdfHDaher3TsFH5LiLJCszEY54GywMk/s320/6194634cd11592a3ce862aeca41780ba.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> </span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">Next up was <i>antimacassar</i>. Grams had them on chair arms. Hers were white lace. Again, were they family hand me downs?</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP5kwEPjkbsMqwUBatYmnS58gtHPfPBwjH6Fn2hdt40LGILGNWK8I_kpGaDfnvutY_VvwblEM8uy5aWnSuC7Fiu9RR-Fjs62R49aCkXFwIjnx8NWF62X543lMBwas3pmsJ86g2YmKcNr7F4Mlo96fj9lMbJMIPL1vVzryYuzvO9fs6rPQFlftKAATE3E8/s720/11148551_1075155915832701_6779252084468758619_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="547" data-original-width="720" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP5kwEPjkbsMqwUBatYmnS58gtHPfPBwjH6Fn2hdt40LGILGNWK8I_kpGaDfnvutY_VvwblEM8uy5aWnSuC7Fiu9RR-Fjs62R49aCkXFwIjnx8NWF62X543lMBwas3pmsJ86g2YmKcNr7F4Mlo96fj9lMbJMIPL1vVzryYuzvO9fs6rPQFlftKAATE3E8/s320/11148551_1075155915832701_6779252084468758619_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">https://www.facebook.com/GrandiloquentWords</td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> "Lin, it's raining outside, grab the <i>bumbershoot</i>."</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_G1fJtck_CPc4c7xH5LXI0rp5RxC1_NUp3FGi1XkbXdg52pg8zKJK-0zsdDg3gPJtWRBFWMQi0f_wglG5dRjMPBiw_f3UyvBgjhkr8l3Jxv81SWUKFLaH3nClRUeAMoCCkIAkbCasd0tZiLOY0Nq_CRTpa1L5BVWRsIIX-fgXDoMv0iqSi9zU-9Z_ImU/s580/davenport_hotel_full_sleeper_sofa_9040fl_pop.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="310" data-original-width="580" height="171" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_G1fJtck_CPc4c7xH5LXI0rp5RxC1_NUp3FGi1XkbXdg52pg8zKJK-0zsdDg3gPJtWRBFWMQi0f_wglG5dRjMPBiw_f3UyvBgjhkr8l3Jxv81SWUKFLaH3nClRUeAMoCCkIAkbCasd0tZiLOY0Nq_CRTpa1L5BVWRsIIX-fgXDoMv0iqSi9zU-9Z_ImU/s320/davenport_hotel_full_sleeper_sofa_9040fl_pop.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> "Tonight you're going to sleep on the <i>davenport</i>, Lin."</b></div><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span face=""Lato",sans-serif" style="line-height: 17.12px; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="color: #4a4648; font-size: 11pt;"> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1xvsNd4vgtU1ZIKsdoqnThlNHmY2weJXCun0O03ocLR89GKVOHzrEo8yyp6bL2dRDuRYAUilScoEcx6XSmYG65NbxVCKIVGqFbyi1RNqi2_zHsgGb2JYoBK56nDPUX8ypbg-y8qH8-90Q7WUS3JhgMPtLYXBfbEYSdeJMFi8mXN3V5PHkf3q-4FxWQbM/s720/12119173_1174273302587628_7111219364726650962_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="546" data-original-width="720" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1xvsNd4vgtU1ZIKsdoqnThlNHmY2weJXCun0O03ocLR89GKVOHzrEo8yyp6bL2dRDuRYAUilScoEcx6XSmYG65NbxVCKIVGqFbyi1RNqi2_zHsgGb2JYoBK56nDPUX8ypbg-y8qH8-90Q7WUS3JhgMPtLYXBfbEYSdeJMFi8mXN3V5PHkf3q-4FxWQbM/s320/12119173_1174273302587628_7111219364726650962_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">https://www.facebook.com/GrandiloquentWords</td></tr></tbody></table></span></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Oh <i>fiddlefaddle</i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><i> </i></b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">LOL. I thought I was done with this blog, yet a couple of nights ago, while talking with a friend, another Grams word came out of my mouth--<i>addlepated</i>. I wonder who my Grams was talking about when she used the word 😊</b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> My brother, Ken, was over last night and he added two more expressions he remembered from our Grams. <i>dose of salts</i> and <i>taint funny McGee</i>.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Dose of salts means very quickly and thoroughly. Some used a dose of salts (water and Epsom salts)to clean out their intestinal system, Grams used it as a term for cleaning up a room or the apartment. "I need to give that kitchen a dose of salts. </b></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Taint funny McGee was a put down line from Molly to her husband, Fibber McGee in the Fibber McGee and Molly radio show. Probably said to one of the three of us grandchildren while doing something we thought was funny, but wasn't, "Taint funny McGee!"</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> </b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">This may be a blog I come back to as more words come back into my memory. Stay tuned.</b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> <i>Gadzooks</i>! Better than profanity.....😇</b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><blockquote><span style="color: black;">I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU. All comments are welcome; however, if they are inappropriate, they will not be published. </span> <span style="color: black;">
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</div>Linda Hughes Hiserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05774876428039197357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559842070525209896.post-35510373772957752042024-02-23T11:10:00.000-05:002024-02-23T11:10:01.273-05:00Changing Names <p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7-0nkY_8xYeycBJRJv7cjISCgfxk3ptR3zAWpWCVt9qdxWEqX0d2bcH3vW6uli8e2fyPFQPav3ywjUXNszodt4jjcjrxK0__w1a4kEMTxNNaFfChE_2PMJhDMl69Hby5qPSs1BidyNGzGfz8qXzYEdRP96Tud8rv8PRxJaxvyUwkEMjiK3P612hbMv3k/s285/Button_border.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="111" data-original-width="285" height="111" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7-0nkY_8xYeycBJRJv7cjISCgfxk3ptR3zAWpWCVt9qdxWEqX0d2bcH3vW6uli8e2fyPFQPav3ywjUXNszodt4jjcjrxK0__w1a4kEMTxNNaFfChE_2PMJhDMl69Hby5qPSs1BidyNGzGfz8qXzYEdRP96Tud8rv8PRxJaxvyUwkEMjiK3P612hbMv3k/s1600/Button_border.jpg" width="285" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> <b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">Amy Johnson Crow has a <a href="https://www.amyjohnsoncrow.com/52-ancestors-in-52-weeks-themes-for-2024/">52 Ancestors Week</a> blog challenge which I have decided to join. I am hoping it may help me to pinpoint someone or something that I have researched and not blogged about on Flipside. AND push me to blog about family each week in 2024. Sometimes I get lazy. 😁 Let's see how well I keep up.</b></div><p><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> </b><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">Week # 8 (February 26-March 3) is Changing Names. </b></p> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>The name changes in my family were not due to immigrants coming from non English speaking counties and their names being corrupted at Ellis Island. Nope! My family name changes came from within the families by family members. Frankly, for a genealogist trying to track down family members who at some point in their life decide to change their name can present a stumbling bock.</b></span><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> The most notorious name changing family member was my paternal grandmother aka Grams. Her ability to change the spellings of first and last names is not unknown to readers of Flipside. This was <u>not</u> due to Grams being illiterate. Quite to the contrary, she had an eighth grade education typical of most women of her age and was an avid reader.</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeWljpVvJW20kYfMKHt9PuHh1cdeZYJp1hWgAkixQ-yIQMgyCwjcI5a2zVyesABxoZSupOU23TOUbw2zS1tto6i7Y2gzaTWd2cWlUsIGL2yrqn2g8mzKKb_va10RHac0dvzQEcUhpHZfWFRyqCrckmgvPPQ0QsopngpnG1vHuNAnTpiJGyQo9f2HbCKNg/s409/095%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="173" data-original-width="409" height="135" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeWljpVvJW20kYfMKHt9PuHh1cdeZYJp1hWgAkixQ-yIQMgyCwjcI5a2zVyesABxoZSupOU23TOUbw2zS1tto6i7Y2gzaTWd2cWlUsIGL2yrqn2g8mzKKb_va10RHac0dvzQEcUhpHZfWFRyqCrckmgvPPQ0QsopngpnG1vHuNAnTpiJGyQo9f2HbCKNg/s320/095%20cropped.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Grams began with her own name. Sarah became Sara. I know Grams maternal aunt, Sarah Ann Poole Pinyerd also shortened her name to Sara and Grams was very close to that aunt.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Next was the surname/maiden name change from Van Gilder to Van Guilder. When I had a phone conversation with Cousin Kae (Catherine Wallace Billik my 1st cousin 1 time removed) decades ago, she told me that Grams oldest sister (Mary Louise "Bobs" VanGilder Wotherspoon) was the one in the family who decided to change the name. I'm glad I reread my note because I had originally attributed it to my Grams. 😉</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwJTpfkSuOLzmn5bcQGZAIIxTASeZCDXtdHQmPHbrtxq7fZ-CdavXoImhKSVBmpgsCXqO_Nf8TRsnDs6hTiVr1IgHPesmaaOEqi6n-Z6pwqinAzU7iKKpN2bIXZ5NNZeFqHsIEOTmDifnUCYi-up9eWAs6CAPHgYNn4HwmX8tclStv9l74EWwifxjr5pM/s960/182.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="674" data-original-width="960" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwJTpfkSuOLzmn5bcQGZAIIxTASeZCDXtdHQmPHbrtxq7fZ-CdavXoImhKSVBmpgsCXqO_Nf8TRsnDs6hTiVr1IgHPesmaaOEqi6n-Z6pwqinAzU7iKKpN2bIXZ5NNZeFqHsIEOTmDifnUCYi-up9eWAs6CAPHgYNn4HwmX8tclStv9l74EWwifxjr5pM/s320/182.jpg" width="320" /></a>😀</div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> </span><span style="font-weight: 700;">The first time I saw the spelling of Van Guilder was when I saw my father's birth announcement. I had just begun my foray into genealogy and assumed that was the spelling of his middle name and Grams maiden name. </span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIevUHeRM0jwf0cayHX-pq4jU6StJXkxZjoPCrDmtqqEOWXYCc47emjhOo6MbVMFMrQa-EKlLoX-8sDbcpbHieJQrDCpqq-qj4ekPjQR2zuC_X08FC55jPjg6QAFLZKWS0tnySP9GYRVN7KAmFMjrgcwkXLgKup4jAIiOz7bdLIMvVZ8m_abe2o1r1Ltc/s2280/1921%20Dad's%20birth%20certificate%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="466" data-original-width="2280" height="65" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIevUHeRM0jwf0cayHX-pq4jU6StJXkxZjoPCrDmtqqEOWXYCc47emjhOo6MbVMFMrQa-EKlLoX-8sDbcpbHieJQrDCpqq-qj4ekPjQR2zuC_X08FC55jPjg6QAFLZKWS0tnySP9GYRVN7KAmFMjrgcwkXLgKup4jAIiOz7bdLIMvVZ8m_abe2o1r1Ltc/s320/1921%20Dad's%20birth%20certificate%20cropped.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> However when I checked Dad's actual birth certificate, his middle name is spelled Van Gilder. I'm certain that the birth certificate was signed by Pop Pop and not Grams. Grams name is listed as Sara in 1921.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> To further add to the confusion, my Dad's middle name was listed as Van Guilder on the college and medical degrees and his social security card.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> I found his middle name as Van Gilder in 1949 when he enrolled in the National Guard and his Army Honorable Discharge in 1955. From about 1949 and on, Dad just used his middle initial "V". Maybe he was confused too. 😇</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> I never knew about the spelling change until I began corresponding with a cousin in my Pool(e)/Frum lines who was a noted historian and genealogist. His Pool(e)/Frum line, like mine traced back to Van Gilder. When I told him the spelling with a "U", he said he had never seen it written that way. Now I was on the right track.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizBM8BzJi4VWQOnJHTVyTI4o9FR5GaMD0O8buAb6HU8UyyokjXzkO5EZaBmJRqe12dCCOd5y_d-Yr5BHe_zZFJkSrbUuzwjbqBZo5kTEjT5RH70TAFquFNtIvccWj-FF03Gj74mSBk4K7SzMbYfbdvBQljyIFwEDp2DhHhx8VB11SR2AULHscEGk3i7Cg/s2273/Hughes,%20Johh%20Aiden%20baptism%201929%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2273" data-original-width="2059" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizBM8BzJi4VWQOnJHTVyTI4o9FR5GaMD0O8buAb6HU8UyyokjXzkO5EZaBmJRqe12dCCOd5y_d-Yr5BHe_zZFJkSrbUuzwjbqBZo5kTEjT5RH70TAFquFNtIvccWj-FF03Gj74mSBk4K7SzMbYfbdvBQljyIFwEDp2DhHhx8VB11SR2AULHscEGk3i7Cg/s320/Hughes,%20Johh%20Aiden%20baptism%201929%20cropped.jpg" width="290" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Baptism document<br /></span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbAEFZJDtgzhcZHHB0RNkhh-9D7OX6HGIObpQBnomsQWM_4pGQGBsSDp_GDP6iWNZFMa60REdXMO6nzIHTveH90_fraOrru1o8Le64fdWXVP472v7fl7-16MDP35SK3N3JMxYnKR-NUzI2VhE8jNmhbfOmREWgnGszMaHsKz9M34AhxYeYD9Yimqy7__0/s2112/Hughes,%20John%20Aiden%20high%20school%20reunion%20badge2.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1276" data-original-width="2112" height="193" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbAEFZJDtgzhcZHHB0RNkhh-9D7OX6HGIObpQBnomsQWM_4pGQGBsSDp_GDP6iWNZFMa60REdXMO6nzIHTveH90_fraOrru1o8Le64fdWXVP472v7fl7-16MDP35SK3N3JMxYnKR-NUzI2VhE8jNmhbfOmREWgnGszMaHsKz9M34AhxYeYD9Yimqy7__0/s320/Hughes,%20John%20Aiden%20high%20school%20reunion%20badge2.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Used Aiden as his name in high school</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-weight: 700;">Grams named her second son, John Aiden Hughes. I was never certain if the Aiden was a tip of the hat to Pop Pop's West Hartlepool roots. However, in the UK it is spelled Aidan, after St. Aidan. There is a laundry list of male Aidan's in the UK Hughes family. Almost all UK Hughes family members were baptized, married and buried in St. Aidan's Church. Whether Grams consciously made the change or not we will never know. Certainly Pop Pop knew the UK spelling was Aidan. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> I have seen that my Uncle John was referred to as Aiden Hughes throughout his school years growing up. Great Grandma Hughes also called him Aiden. At some point, John decided to be called John and I have seen on his college and medical school degrees he is John A. Hughes. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> And now my take on the name. I tend to show it as VanGilder, no space between. So, here I am changing names. LOL</span></div></div></div></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><u>Poole to Pool and Back to Poole</u></b></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvWlyUESit17Kh31jdio6PwyBkytRV8rjQDtnTRxAu0UkvKf7suSEFEFys_F5vhlg4t1TEaglHaBlv_q2Jq8i-mtrYMTfwtC25QDJ73AoUZ2tg1x_F2A5HWHdCYegDYBZzlYKbotB0CXXkBaRk5WvSJnJOEZmI1x_oSFymb3fnYlnC8ihyphenhyphenJ3QXG17T93k/s1452/Mt%20union%20pool.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1029" data-original-width="1452" height="194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvWlyUESit17Kh31jdio6PwyBkytRV8rjQDtnTRxAu0UkvKf7suSEFEFys_F5vhlg4t1TEaglHaBlv_q2Jq8i-mtrYMTfwtC25QDJ73AoUZ2tg1x_F2A5HWHdCYegDYBZzlYKbotB0CXXkBaRk5WvSJnJOEZmI1x_oSFymb3fnYlnC8ihyphenhyphenJ3QXG17T93k/w273-h194/Mt%20union%20pool.jpg" width="273" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sampson Frum Pool Family<br />Mt Union Cemetery<br />Morgantown, West Virginia</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>My Morgantown, West Virginia Pool/Poole ancestry is also a changing name conundrum. Maybe some family members decided in the late 1800's to modernize or revert back to a previous spelling of their surname from a hundred years in the past. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZndoT16IIJ2js6w-u4d90ijHu39Yr7dSCR-P8Tzpz_teXMqnYRwB5qbXs-ryA0Fn_U8izCCTydF89DX315DxHOPpCsuG2BRNR2bMgdvci_C4rQnageaUS68PFm9PO0gThGyh2k0CXDwrdJEi3eQhL4Sc5dfXW2yNd5ysNROzECdXPtHwjtIhWkdyEVAc/s1452/Mt%20union--poole%20phillip%20viola.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="663" data-original-width="1452" height="146" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZndoT16IIJ2js6w-u4d90ijHu39Yr7dSCR-P8Tzpz_teXMqnYRwB5qbXs-ryA0Fn_U8izCCTydF89DX315DxHOPpCsuG2BRNR2bMgdvci_C4rQnageaUS68PFm9PO0gThGyh2k0CXDwrdJEi3eQhL4Sc5dfXW2yNd5ysNROzECdXPtHwjtIhWkdyEVAc/s320/Mt%20union--poole%20phillip%20viola.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Phillip Albert Poole, Sampson's son<br />Mt Union Cemetery<br />Morgantown, West Virginia</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> </span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>My 6th great grandfather, Walter Poole 1745-1833, my 5th great grandfather William Pool 1765-1808, 4th great grandfather <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2020/03/asby-pool-my-paternal-great-great-great.html">Rev. Asby Pool</a> 1787-1867, 3rd great grandfather <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2020/03/william-lanham-pool-my-paternal-great.html">Rev William Lanham Pool </a>1817-1911, 2nd great grandfather, <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2020/03/sampson-frum-pool-my-paternal-great.html">Sampson Frum Pool </a>1849-1909 and my paternal great grandmother <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2009/02/nobodys-fool-jessie-pool-vangilder.html">Jessica B. Poole VanGilder </a>1870-1949. All of Great Grandmother Jessie's siblings, that did not die at a young age, changed their surname from Pool to Poole. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> <b>With this family it requires two searches--Pool and Poole.</b> 😁 </div></span></div><div><p></p><p><br /></p><blockquote><span style="color: black;">I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU. 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</div></div>Linda Hughes Hiserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05774876428039197357noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559842070525209896.post-61154549177011743932024-02-16T13:15:00.000-05:002024-02-16T13:15:20.836-05:00Heirlooms<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf4rwUJIhmqoKm3F8SDZNfCdMJCXAuluX_r3Xuu_Gb5iUeM7XyfjRFUstSD5sqzfyKa18GRMKV2eCaJB7X9ZaAV9c7KouEEH-fCzooiOYntNZRcFnVxMoTM4lz7vounAafNsAbfRs1iOTL1DID645hrtm1FWhxmOtXWIbZdw-zumYttaYH8tSMXJOC8LQ/s285/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="111" data-original-width="285" height="111" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf4rwUJIhmqoKm3F8SDZNfCdMJCXAuluX_r3Xuu_Gb5iUeM7XyfjRFUstSD5sqzfyKa18GRMKV2eCaJB7X9ZaAV9c7KouEEH-fCzooiOYntNZRcFnVxMoTM4lz7vounAafNsAbfRs1iOTL1DID645hrtm1FWhxmOtXWIbZdw-zumYttaYH8tSMXJOC8LQ/s1600/image.png" width="285" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;"> <b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">Amy Johnson Crow has a <a href="https://www.amyjohnsoncrow.com/52-ancestors-in-52-weeks-themes-for-2024/">52 Ancestors Week</a> blog challenge which I have decided to join. I am hoping it may help me to pinpoint someone or something that I have researched and not blogged about on Flipside. AND push me to blog about family each week in 2024. Sometimes I get lazy. 😁 Let's see how well I keep up.</b></p><p><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> </b><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">Week #8 (February 19-25) is Heirlooms. </b></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOKLneMxDJqCkz_wRdC7GJxUeiKREVADrl5Tj7SYEL5Q7y9iKjEfOVrrmpUX-R3lUgz9DkKSisZi96H2Lk-DE_QsPS5zIL7lxjSa0Jf2nvljdVDoBGfSXc4kZcrVeDLHG0iWQvw7fSX9Jb7br7jd4_jjQzVvtgl1DGdPn0JLfkLW-P3GptsTm48EaA4NU/s282/Optic.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="261" data-original-width="282" height="261" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOKLneMxDJqCkz_wRdC7GJxUeiKREVADrl5Tj7SYEL5Q7y9iKjEfOVrrmpUX-R3lUgz9DkKSisZi96H2Lk-DE_QsPS5zIL7lxjSa0Jf2nvljdVDoBGfSXc4kZcrVeDLHG0iWQvw7fSX9Jb7br7jd4_jjQzVvtgl1DGdPn0JLfkLW-P3GptsTm48EaA4NU/s1600/Optic.jpg" width="282" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> </span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Good Grief. What family heirlooms haven't I already covered. Answer: How about the 8 Tiffin Crystal glasses Aunt Midge gave me back in 1978? </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhri2BUlvRk_CWZ40ZL8S6wD6gXICAHLFcq9ytnX2QsYYc7FYHmSHv56PUwVhduRJRwkUFYFffJw9fDFDMFar-SW7rAxN5yGNs4aELGuI9uEEsKVI9Vff1FO_n0s2xcPHCD6Y1dpn77tqkuzmA97fqojlm_LgnamzbaUjzVeGGtrsZ2FuLeY80BGREbAkE/s1268/17-reunion.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1268" data-original-width="1048" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhri2BUlvRk_CWZ40ZL8S6wD6gXICAHLFcq9ytnX2QsYYc7FYHmSHv56PUwVhduRJRwkUFYFffJw9fDFDMFar-SW7rAxN5yGNs4aELGuI9uEEsKVI9Vff1FO_n0s2xcPHCD6Y1dpn77tqkuzmA97fqojlm_LgnamzbaUjzVeGGtrsZ2FuLeY80BGREbAkE/s320/17-reunion.jpg" width="264" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Aunt Midge with Aric Hughes Hiser<br />Summer 1978<br />Tiffin, Ohio</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>During the Summer 0f 1978, we drove to Tiffin, Ohio to visit with my husband's parents. A surprise guest was Mildred Deleta Hiser Wendt. Referred to as Aunt Midge, although to my husband she was his grandaunt and to baby Aric, his great grandaunt.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b> As the day continued Aunt Midge gifted me 8 pieces of Tiffin Crystal. Four water goblets and 4 champagne sherbets. Having attended college in Tiffin, I was well aware of the Tiffin Crystal factory and had actually spent time there during my college years. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqFf9l5OGkzPRiR28h_R6R9uBufwWcY6TLBUSpOn46K3dFn_6zZih4shB38juElCK5pnwy-VQXbjC31suzXCpEbK_2GhuKZJNYJUXY_ILY3ESFCOvEpoZ4V3uq5czMhCQrrh6cXbUsWYpSK39aDy5BGU7Oaov3pqifYyk2YHWtEp0aVaWRSM4QRpSzh0k/s2341/IMG_8183.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2341" data-original-width="2308" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqFf9l5OGkzPRiR28h_R6R9uBufwWcY6TLBUSpOn46K3dFn_6zZih4shB38juElCK5pnwy-VQXbjC31suzXCpEbK_2GhuKZJNYJUXY_ILY3ESFCOvEpoZ4V3uq5czMhCQrrh6cXbUsWYpSK39aDy5BGU7Oaov3pqifYyk2YHWtEp0aVaWRSM4QRpSzh0k/w246-h250/IMG_8183.jpg" width="246" /></a></div><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT-bnvznAnsN0MIv5WIjidkcVd__lK2KaTKUeyYePUIiRgkpQ3O6muD0Y0DBfKal3MlLV1-JrKrA_khWD8vLfSqY2zE4gODWoZTJwUGuw1ZCc_m6DPNIyOY642vGCKdoRKmOE2HcyvJyZGtiRXSCLKkbjidZ1c-OqH5K0kZCWlq5qg3Sr2zAZa1F5m1bk/s1340/IMG_8186.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1340" data-original-width="867" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT-bnvznAnsN0MIv5WIjidkcVd__lK2KaTKUeyYePUIiRgkpQ3O6muD0Y0DBfKal3MlLV1-JrKrA_khWD8vLfSqY2zE4gODWoZTJwUGuw1ZCc_m6DPNIyOY642vGCKdoRKmOE2HcyvJyZGtiRXSCLKkbjidZ1c-OqH5K0kZCWlq5qg3Sr2zAZa1F5m1bk/s320/IMG_8186.jpg" width="207" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><u>Tiffin is Forever<br />A Stemware Identification Guide</u><br />Bob Page and Dale Frederiksen<br />page 36</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Optic is beautiful in its simplicity, although plain compared to many patterns. They are crystal and not glass, which Tiffin did produce in later years. </span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b> I was told that these crystal glasses belonged to Aunt Midge's mother, Isabelle Smith Hiser Nance and that Midge's father, Quincy Larue Hiser, did, at one time, work at the Tiffin Glass factory. </b></span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;">If Aunt Midge's story is correct, these glasses are from the 1900-1924 time frame. The Hiser family is enumerated in Tiffin on the 1910 Ohio census. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b> Wake up Linda. You have done very little blogging on your husband's family. I have no web links to these folks on my blog and yet you do have hard copy files. Shameful.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b> I am going to use this as a call to begin blogging about my husband's ancestry.</b></span></div><br /><br /></span></div><blockquote><span style="color: black;">I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU. All comments are welcome; however, if they are inappropriate, they will not be published. </span> <span style="color: black;">
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</div>Linda Hughes Hiserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05774876428039197357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559842070525209896.post-71671518269644455212024-02-15T11:20:00.001-05:002024-02-16T07:49:06.009-05:00Annabell Poole Davis--My Paternal Great Grandaunt<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtalUnBXK1_pCPYH0mEbl43kqlKCEcp5aqLM1rPCclVxWb4hITEskjHR8bfjunjLvvC3uI9hUGfpUWLr_1v8B0wiAdDdw5e94Q9TwT4H_hYIMHbbAVdb4-vORj5qmvr27IodDHNNGBXB5UiLw_OsAWrWOclnrmiafZrOgguhO5sz-6QbjyoCwZaY96PaM/s500/Pool%20Family%20graphic.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtalUnBXK1_pCPYH0mEbl43kqlKCEcp5aqLM1rPCclVxWb4hITEskjHR8bfjunjLvvC3uI9hUGfpUWLr_1v8B0wiAdDdw5e94Q9TwT4H_hYIMHbbAVdb4-vORj5qmvr27IodDHNNGBXB5UiLw_OsAWrWOclnrmiafZrOgguhO5sz-6QbjyoCwZaY96PaM/w228-h228/Pool%20Family%20graphic.jpg" width="228" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>I sure wish I had a photograph of this lady. Unfortunately, several of the Poole sisters did not have children. Any of their remembrances undoubtably are deep in a Pittsburgh landfill. </b></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVPO_ofjc26xDt3tqlz4iAiV9lmXKVPttRJZthaTLslVe2hBuWazujQLpJAIjtnP-lett6e8h48IySbYZbCk7hHz9D4GXMEZKOSV1q8S_nl4VPZ2tEgpvqDzwu4FCE2CapWclZMDLEJJb7kILmjWoHKShcfReeRdI0KrTcNm5Ng22_26aEPdaOWVkBD0I/s2048/Pool%20Farm%20marked.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1694" data-original-width="2048" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVPO_ofjc26xDt3tqlz4iAiV9lmXKVPttRJZthaTLslVe2hBuWazujQLpJAIjtnP-lett6e8h48IySbYZbCk7hHz9D4GXMEZKOSV1q8S_nl4VPZ2tEgpvqDzwu4FCE2CapWclZMDLEJJb7kILmjWoHKShcfReeRdI0KrTcNm5Ng22_26aEPdaOWVkBD0I/s320/Pool%20Farm%20marked.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sampson Frum Pool's Farm<br />underlined in red at top of map</td></tr></tbody></table> <div> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Annabell (Annabelle Poole is my paternal great grandaunt. She was born on June 17, 1875 on a farm north of Morgantown, Monongalia County, West Virginia. The fifth child and fifth daughter to join the family of <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2020/03/sampson-frum-pool-my-paternal-great.html">Sampson Frum Pool</a> and <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2020/03/sarah-louise-harner-pool-my-paternal.html">Sarah Louise Harner</a>. </b></span><p> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>There were very few stories passed down to me regarding any of the Poole family, even my paternal great grandmother, Annabell's sister, Jessie Poole VanGilder. I guess I come from a family that did not talk about family. It has hampered my genealogical research and so much depends on whatever research I am able to locate. Fortunately I have been able to find some documentation about Annabell. </b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> The Poole children did attend a country school nearby, <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2022/09/george-ethelbert-vangilder-autograph.html">Woodland School #2</a>. My paternal great grandmother was a student there in 1888. Her teacher was George Ethelbert VanGilder, who she married three years later. </b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> From the few newspaper articles I have found, the Poole girls were close and throughout their lives and they all removed from Morgantown to the greater Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania area in the early 1900's.</b></span></p><p> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>The 1900 West Virginia census listed Annabell, age twenty-four, living on the farm with her parents and employed as a cook. She was employed full time and able to read, write and speak English. I am assuming that she was a cook for a local restaurant, not assisting her mother as a cook at home. Side note, this census was enumerated by Annabell's brother-in-law and my paternal great grandfather, George Ethelbert VanGilder.</b></span> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXOGN4qz6FZhAI6vp6GaK5DQd_br-DVEjIR6fymUBDSHPPU0vB3iX0PqRNkz9pUmMPi6mjXhzbmLNZ5DFqqbRA9fFLHSsd4I90wlSB9ZIt8l1aRqeOeJd1Edlb4ptVaUtRaXepaCj0p1o5Ju-0wc6pxezNvoQiahkrfYILRkNgcUZVe7XT_AY4d6IBtEo/s2928/1903%20wedding%20Annabell%20Pool%20and%20Elias%20B.%20Davis.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2928" data-original-width="1971" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXOGN4qz6FZhAI6vp6GaK5DQd_br-DVEjIR6fymUBDSHPPU0vB3iX0PqRNkz9pUmMPi6mjXhzbmLNZ5DFqqbRA9fFLHSsd4I90wlSB9ZIt8l1aRqeOeJd1Edlb4ptVaUtRaXepaCj0p1o5Ju-0wc6pxezNvoQiahkrfYILRkNgcUZVe7XT_AY4d6IBtEo/s320/1903%20wedding%20Annabell%20Pool%20and%20Elias%20B.%20Davis.jpg" width="215" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Marion County West Virginia Marriage Records<br />page 550</span></td></tr></tbody></table> </div><div> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>At age twenty-seven, Annabell married fifty-four year old Elias Blackshere Davis on January 7, 1903 in Fairmont, Marion County, West Virginia. Rev Jeremiah Engle, Methodist Episcopal minister, officiated. Elias, son of John Wesley Davis and Phoebe Cunningham was born on December 23, 1848 in Mannington, Marion County, West Virginia. </b></span><p> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Elias was employed as an engineer with the B&O Railroad Company. He was married first to <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/88953327/priscilla_christine_davis">Priscilla Christine Holland</a>. Three years after her death on July 8, 1899 in Fairmont, Marion County, West Virginia he married Annabell. Elias and Priscilla had a daughter, <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/139536900/edna-crane">Edna Letitia Davis</a>. Edna married <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/139536914/harry_b_crane">Harry Brownfield Crane</a> in Fairmont West Virginia four days before her father remarried on January 5, 1903.</b></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZP94bLQTgsBcr818lTtXaniQlEtk3_JHGBpCHvl_2GX3UygE0Oz-4fAeAB6ZzciKT6xT61rAxAvjEeVDBxlm2QviEP_NhtbOAvA8xnOEHXI-3soBnXhAnV4lROcMEIMKU0yoZ_32LJeCqpqtCycDtq6y40PmBxtALKZhCAIA9Y-krejNvC4X8VsYK6GU/s3621/1910%20census%20%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="603" data-original-width="3621" height="58" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZP94bLQTgsBcr818lTtXaniQlEtk3_JHGBpCHvl_2GX3UygE0Oz-4fAeAB6ZzciKT6xT61rAxAvjEeVDBxlm2QviEP_NhtbOAvA8xnOEHXI-3soBnXhAnV4lROcMEIMKU0yoZ_32LJeCqpqtCycDtq6y40PmBxtALKZhCAIA9Y-krejNvC4X8VsYK6GU/w350-h58/1910%20census%20%20cropped.jpg" width="350" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1910 Pennsylvania Census<br />April 23, 1910<br />Knoxville Brough, Pittsburgh, Allegheny County<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgysyzpEvXENDFMdWK7cU_Nx233YHONCso5kZUn3sLGhuTxDqyLCmtG12j0elWMEkVSkjrUDS66HUnxpzuuCT1cFhAjlYENKtIUbKDNaaDy91W8hghEBRNLJr4lyNfRzatkeY6aPdNtUwAm0PAlVHuytFvnmHX2d-4vHwpJ-a2yTY9fKgV4kKyjjAukhf8/s1365/411%20Rochelle%20Street%20views.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="703" data-original-width="1365" height="165" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgysyzpEvXENDFMdWK7cU_Nx233YHONCso5kZUn3sLGhuTxDqyLCmtG12j0elWMEkVSkjrUDS66HUnxpzuuCT1cFhAjlYENKtIUbKDNaaDy91W8hghEBRNLJr4lyNfRzatkeY6aPdNtUwAm0PAlVHuytFvnmHX2d-4vHwpJ-a2yTY9fKgV4kKyjjAukhf8/s320/411%20Rochelle%20Street%20views.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></td></tr></tbody></table><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">411 Rochelle Street</b></div><div><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><span> </span><span> </span><br /></b></div><div><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Davis, E.B., Head, Male, White, age 60, married twice, 7 years in this marriage, born in West Virginia, both parents born in West Virginia, can speak English, employed as an engineer with a locomotive company, working on his own, was not out of work in 1909, can read and write in English, owns his home free of mortgage.</span><br /></span></b></div><div><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><span><span><br /></span></span></b></div><div><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Davis, Annabell, Wife, Female, White, age 34, married once, 7 years, no children, born in West Virginia, father born in West Virginia, mother born in Pennsylvania, can speak English, not employed, can read and write in English.</span><br /></span></span></b></div><div><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></b></div><div><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Magill, Anna, roomer, Female, White, age 30, single, born in West Virginia, father born in Ireland, mother born in Virginia, can speak English, employed at a coal company as a stenographer, was not out of work in 1909, can read and write in English. </span></span></span></span><b><i>A roomer is a person who rents a room but does not pay for meals.</i></b></b></div><div><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></b></div><div><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span> This house is listed on <a href="https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/411-Rochelle-St-Pittsburgh-PA-15210/11316746_zpid/">Zillow</a>, but is not for sale. It has 5 bedrooms and 1 bath. Another listing has 3 bedrooms and 1 bath. The listing gives 1924 as the date it was built; however, the 1910 census show that it was already occupied.</span></span></span></b></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihU1iuSZXoqASDLSZsy-_bwMP2JRXHyiFQezD16gR2ytKTl0xZlT55L0-DS7-RbZplrXT0CF8LFWBvHTAgYbMAHqhs5Qr_O0lXUsO6p5LyM5cwzFwIRsxb-SnTc-nRy1UcsGF9uv2pk3AM5gX6x7uMIKnNEYFElEKLj0Ht9YSGbS3so6PRWQj6TcHK1fU/s842/1915%20NEWS-PA-CH_MA.1915_09_30_0004%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="456" data-original-width="842" height="173" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihU1iuSZXoqASDLSZsy-_bwMP2JRXHyiFQezD16gR2ytKTl0xZlT55L0-DS7-RbZplrXT0CF8LFWBvHTAgYbMAHqhs5Qr_O0lXUsO6p5LyM5cwzFwIRsxb-SnTc-nRy1UcsGF9uv2pk3AM5gX6x7uMIKnNEYFElEKLj0Ht9YSGbS3so6PRWQj6TcHK1fU/s320/1915%20NEWS-PA-CH_MA.1915_09_30_0004%20cropped.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p> <span style="font-family: verdana;"> <b><span style="color: #38761d;">A</span></b></span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>nnabell, Mrs. E.B. Davis , is visiting her older sister, Mrs. John Pinyerd, Sarah Ann Poole, in North Charleroi, Pennsylvania. Also visiting from Morgantown is their cousin Mrs. William Murphy, Jeannette Harner.</b></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZhEtVz3aGSMyCc6EKJuBcITyuaVTiY6eqTXCQxaP3Vn1FGqMSuh_KgLbUoDAcu2a7d_qMt1SJ_LPh62fgekovwjNGKdbXUokOmgGPA1vQj7Lc9TSvYkWnsYzc4_k0r5wJ7H-xnpJXqZ2O8qJDBR-HwW6Og9-cRDDGQ2LxfqfdQgsM1cNzqIozK8JjMsc/s3870/1920%20census%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="3870" height="62" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZhEtVz3aGSMyCc6EKJuBcITyuaVTiY6eqTXCQxaP3Vn1FGqMSuh_KgLbUoDAcu2a7d_qMt1SJ_LPh62fgekovwjNGKdbXUokOmgGPA1vQj7Lc9TSvYkWnsYzc4_k0r5wJ7H-xnpJXqZ2O8qJDBR-HwW6Og9-cRDDGQ2LxfqfdQgsM1cNzqIozK8JjMsc/s320/1920%20census%20cropped.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1920 Pennsylvania Census<br />Knoxville Borough, Allegheny County<br />January 12, 1920</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>411 Rochelle Street</b></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p> <b><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Davis, Ellias B., Head, Owns his house free of mortgage, male, white, age 70, married, he can read and write, born in Pennsylvania, both parents born in Pennsylvania, speaks English, is not employed.</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></b></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></span>Davis, Annabell, Wife, female, white, age 39, can read and write, born in West Virginia, both parents born in Virginia, speaks English, is not employed.</b></span></p><p><span><span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><span> </span><span> </span><span> Hendrycy, George, Lodger, male, white, age 27, married, can read and write, born in New York, both parents born in New York, speaks English, employed as an agent for an advertising company, works on his own account.</span><br /></b></span></span></span></p><p><span><span><span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><span> </span><span> </span><span> Hendrycy, Marie, Lodger, female, white, age 28, married, can read and write, born in Pennsylvania, father born in Germany, mother born in the United States, speaks English, not employed.</span><br /></b></span></span></span></span></p><p><span><span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><span> A lodger rents a room in another person's house and could be able to use the kitchen. </span><span> </span><span> </span></b></span><br /></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfOk0iv4j0npCviz_a238uausPEtaBow8hZrghIclesMuS_ES8d0-psiwVndAGslr9BWPT1gL5-4PvEfLW4Th-lyx1m9rm8W1fWc_wKBI2jJ_ErKEv5Z8p2m2XqxKTVN-VEVIDa6RONQ4XUsOdtmm-1J6Y7PNh6LwSk19EnFK7Ktp1P0ReOocjxiYzDis/s711/1921%20Jessie%20Annabelle%20and%20Sarah%20newspaper%20Nov%2026,%201921.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="435" data-original-width="711" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfOk0iv4j0npCviz_a238uausPEtaBow8hZrghIclesMuS_ES8d0-psiwVndAGslr9BWPT1gL5-4PvEfLW4Th-lyx1m9rm8W1fWc_wKBI2jJ_ErKEv5Z8p2m2XqxKTVN-VEVIDa6RONQ4XUsOdtmm-1J6Y7PNh6LwSk19EnFK7Ktp1P0ReOocjxiYzDis/s320/1921%20Jessie%20Annabelle%20and%20Sarah%20newspaper%20Nov%2026,%201921.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>This is a brief notice that appeared in The Charleroi Mail on November 26, 1921. I have to thank Sarah Poole Pineyard (Pinyerd) for alerting the local newspaper whenever she had a visitor or she visited. And also thank Ancestry for having decades of the newspaper searchable on their website. In this particular article three Poole sisters spent the afternoon together.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2TCOJmeDJe4xHm-9PTbkWAmyY5Cer_saVSWc4eph0tkwr8SelSGv2Sf9TfgoimftQJbe299sMrj8DddxXtVqt40Y2PvFHWhPK7BPJ8AIz2PfwO-9hLf62QvOvX3CZ4J-q5rCfk0dBjXNJaml_-x4RtWWmQ_vwu4L1cTe1tS1r2BdyWMTT5QyaEVRrvHM/s737/The_Pgh%20Gazette_Times%20Sun__Nov_4__1923_section%206%20page%205%20cropped.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="737" data-original-width="689" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2TCOJmeDJe4xHm-9PTbkWAmyY5Cer_saVSWc4eph0tkwr8SelSGv2Sf9TfgoimftQJbe299sMrj8DddxXtVqt40Y2PvFHWhPK7BPJ8AIz2PfwO-9hLf62QvOvX3CZ4J-q5rCfk0dBjXNJaml_-x4RtWWmQ_vwu4L1cTe1tS1r2BdyWMTT5QyaEVRrvHM/s320/The_Pgh%20Gazette_Times%20Sun__Nov_4__1923_section%206%20page%205%20cropped.jpg" width="299" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">The Pittsburgh Gazette Times<br />Sunday, November 4, 1923<br />Section 6, page 5</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Annabell hosted the family at her home for the wedding of her niece, Mary Louise VanGilder and Robert Wotherspoon.</span></span></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglg-J1ZexL-dQiswA3DfPYd37QY8qVjzNGJzXTvkD9DcgdODz-sa5W-ByRKES1flEfkIiuwg1KQr2hcbB7eVWirmcxhgAh8ju-L_fw6kG9cPiodD0a2Nq_fwpKCPb3YrEm1KJzDlPGMuLxZ5kTd5pCpcPYD6jmQtrOrfS3xxt7ytLzBovz4lDm8YrHCeQ/s2836/1928%20Davis,%20Elias%20B.%20death%20certificate.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2438" data-original-width="2836" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglg-J1ZexL-dQiswA3DfPYd37QY8qVjzNGJzXTvkD9DcgdODz-sa5W-ByRKES1flEfkIiuwg1KQr2hcbB7eVWirmcxhgAh8ju-L_fw6kG9cPiodD0a2Nq_fwpKCPb3YrEm1KJzDlPGMuLxZ5kTd5pCpcPYD6jmQtrOrfS3xxt7ytLzBovz4lDm8YrHCeQ/s320/1928%20Davis,%20Elias%20B.%20death%20certificate.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaSOuprQbJGoebRIMeVZuwEFe9lO9kWiAqWVLeCOxtYraYJ5Xu1p_GgRNFojpbOhIlYPBDlrMEGMv6zpAQjXZoDzwpmQXm5GW9g_i55Oa0oV2YP_qzYwECosi4Qmersb4UDT3BsS_vcRuL_ahtSSxTAd1QNN1PYme8VFXGNpHNo4SxBieX0wcEqKvF1TM/s798/1928%20Obituary%20Elias%20Davis%20Pgh%20Press,%20Fri,%20Jan%2027,%201928%20page%2042.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="498" data-original-width="798" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaSOuprQbJGoebRIMeVZuwEFe9lO9kWiAqWVLeCOxtYraYJ5Xu1p_GgRNFojpbOhIlYPBDlrMEGMv6zpAQjXZoDzwpmQXm5GW9g_i55Oa0oV2YP_qzYwECosi4Qmersb4UDT3BsS_vcRuL_ahtSSxTAd1QNN1PYme8VFXGNpHNo4SxBieX0wcEqKvF1TM/s320/1928%20Obituary%20Elias%20Davis%20Pgh%20Press,%20Fri,%20Jan%2027,%201928%20page%2042.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Pittsburgh Press<br />Friday, January 27, 1928<br />page 42</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZkiLHpJLKM_CGCjSLfT5D-ynS-aW_RGKxYP6hdpUQ6tQzdBtxh1X8DogqH4tTmW6aR3BmgzSuVs-FqT8cXu6TmuL_2Ph7SVVh5qXinGTfGu8Sjc55ZEvrfNahAYxJrnEdMC4Sl8KMPs3OUDz_st8lYLitFAgieUNIZ_ZNTgpUGm9X4OEVqPXNhiQHR0Y/s786/1928%20Davis,%20Elias%20B.%20death%20notice%20in%20Charleroi%201928.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="622" data-original-width="786" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZkiLHpJLKM_CGCjSLfT5D-ynS-aW_RGKxYP6hdpUQ6tQzdBtxh1X8DogqH4tTmW6aR3BmgzSuVs-FqT8cXu6TmuL_2Ph7SVVh5qXinGTfGu8Sjc55ZEvrfNahAYxJrnEdMC4Sl8KMPs3OUDz_st8lYLitFAgieUNIZ_ZNTgpUGm9X4OEVqPXNhiQHR0Y/s320/1928%20Davis,%20Elias%20B.%20death%20notice%20in%20Charleroi%201928.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Elias Blackshere Davis, age seventy-nine died on January 26, 1928 in his home in Knoxville Brough, Allegheny County, Pennsylvania. Annabel (signed with only one "L") was the informant on the death certificate. She gave his employment as retired railroad engineer with the B&O Railroad. </b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/249551563/elias-blackshere-davis">Elias</a> was buried on January 28, 1928 at Woodlawn Cemetery, Fairmont, Marion County, West Virginia. His first wife, <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/88953327/priscilla_christine_davis">Priscilla Christine Holland Davis</a> is also buried in Woodlawn Cemetery.</b></span><br /></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTaiOLYAUsPGnRzcr9VPqwiujaQidSnf7eD0ydpJOphE3zyxcEamdO-pAPySd06Scq-LuggZeVyzjkxrD5eNkd6TkqvyUwjI05qO9xNDhHkMh-ZqHWj9bkEl9s3ciIrZkA7MJoBjWiKsNByDYBbg08tyr0TOxVMbiHfow7DqmfZYLMQ2isUVd0Mutc2Ic/s1894/1928%20Elias%20Davis%20Will%20page%201%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="685" data-original-width="1894" height="116" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTaiOLYAUsPGnRzcr9VPqwiujaQidSnf7eD0ydpJOphE3zyxcEamdO-pAPySd06Scq-LuggZeVyzjkxrD5eNkd6TkqvyUwjI05qO9xNDhHkMh-ZqHWj9bkEl9s3ciIrZkA7MJoBjWiKsNByDYBbg08tyr0TOxVMbiHfow7DqmfZYLMQ2isUVd0Mutc2Ic/s320/1928%20Elias%20Davis%20Will%20page%201%20cropped.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">West Virginia Willa and Probate Records 1724-1978<br />Wills Volume 8-9 1924-1929<br />page 267-268</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> </span><b style="font-family: verdana;">On February 8, 1928, Elias B. Davis Will was probated in Fairmont, Marion County, West Virginia. Elias wrote his Last Will and Testament on March 4, 1903 and filed it with the court in Fairmont, Marion County, West Virginia. </b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="font-family: verdana;"> The cropped portion of the Will bequeaths all his </b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>worldly</b></span><b style="font-family: verdana;"> goods and moneys to his wife Annabel Davis. </b></div></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiVc_BSoP1aTBSzH_VGuUMng2cZy-WdRhyW1yprZdUQJPzDAEjSSIf9GnkjnHmv0Xb3cB0sacwQapu39SNS2lL6Cb0WWv0VcCTGmOQO-JaXVaGg__iQwsq1pOM07KftQyu2vjcwIv1Q8TuZR0TmYS6YTBUVTZiOQkNcfZ6Ckmlv8Jbz2koAxy0CzIWnGU/s728/1929%20NEWS-PA-CH_MA.1929_07_16_0003%20copy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="728" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiVc_BSoP1aTBSzH_VGuUMng2cZy-WdRhyW1yprZdUQJPzDAEjSSIf9GnkjnHmv0Xb3cB0sacwQapu39SNS2lL6Cb0WWv0VcCTGmOQO-JaXVaGg__iQwsq1pOM07KftQyu2vjcwIv1Q8TuZR0TmYS6YTBUVTZiOQkNcfZ6Ckmlv8Jbz2koAxy0CzIWnGU/s320/1929%20NEWS-PA-CH_MA.1929_07_16_0003%20copy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Annabell was the guest of honor at a fifty-third birthday party given by her sister, Sarah Poole Pinyerd in North Charleroi, Pennsylvania.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKepue2S8Z0wqjUrwR63OqbCD7m4qMWdky0THV3QDI0YuBD1YSyLL5676GQIPQd80XMZcyIdyHWrg9kyM_GrIsyRz-cMAuVw3rzli8kYzvmgF8QF74Poe4eHxiX5PlS7tWgvwmiLiyUuZzb0R9_8ZSzN644Um-zw7x89uoe1TCdGJ_01xF2U_YG7op7fY/s530/1929%20Pgh%20City%20Directory%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="27" data-original-width="530" height="38" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKepue2S8Z0wqjUrwR63OqbCD7m4qMWdky0THV3QDI0YuBD1YSyLL5676GQIPQd80XMZcyIdyHWrg9kyM_GrIsyRz-cMAuVw3rzli8kYzvmgF8QF74Poe4eHxiX5PlS7tWgvwmiLiyUuZzb0R9_8ZSzN644Um-zw7x89uoe1TCdGJ_01xF2U_YG7op7fY/w396-h38/1929%20Pgh%20City%20Directory%20cropped.jpg" width="396" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">1929 Pittsburgh City Directory</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Annabell is MIA for the 1930 census. I don't have the intestinal-fortitude to go page by page looking for her in the ward where Rochelle Street is located. Either she was off visiting someone when the enumerator came by or her name is unreadable. I have tried various spellings with no luck.</b></span></span></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha1hyphenhyphenJtybiBuSIXVVzWdIdtoKsXrVyQpQI1MT8DuVbIo6jVQnr_82PPK5BGiYR7X1U0r8v4oikjM7KshQyFPjhaKxDKfVfoUHReGEq0-3DJtIx_APCjIbDRlx2im3yoaDgpvmLmTfOZJ3n-gsKzAiLZWQrwdPZFu1t9FKCHmZ_3qK1TwA3NIZtscsz1Y4/s2715/1933%20marriage%20to%20Thomas%20Charles%20Porter.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2715" data-original-width="1677" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha1hyphenhyphenJtybiBuSIXVVzWdIdtoKsXrVyQpQI1MT8DuVbIo6jVQnr_82PPK5BGiYR7X1U0r8v4oikjM7KshQyFPjhaKxDKfVfoUHReGEq0-3DJtIx_APCjIbDRlx2im3yoaDgpvmLmTfOZJ3n-gsKzAiLZWQrwdPZFu1t9FKCHmZ_3qK1TwA3NIZtscsz1Y4/s320/1933%20marriage%20to%20Thomas%20Charles%20Porter.jpg" width="198" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMjlZpt3Lmxf9aie7q3BZzgGSQwd6Xkm13OysQcaPab8ZpGfEWuLxv7jXTkHcLmeO_X4Q_8MOtD1I7RrOtNKhXXDj014ABZjMyzxQHwjGhQZPEptqzN_tGHRFV2ofZ1w_UmKMiGcYSpoDFLCvH0XHO7bbxa0MVOBIvEov5I9I6ppJYO-enK2lmdhizyzc/s770/1933%20marriage_license%20The%20Daily%20Republican,%20Monongahelia%20pa,%20Fri%20Aug%2025%201933%20page%202.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="770" data-original-width="656" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMjlZpt3Lmxf9aie7q3BZzgGSQwd6Xkm13OysQcaPab8ZpGfEWuLxv7jXTkHcLmeO_X4Q_8MOtD1I7RrOtNKhXXDj014ABZjMyzxQHwjGhQZPEptqzN_tGHRFV2ofZ1w_UmKMiGcYSpoDFLCvH0XHO7bbxa0MVOBIvEov5I9I6ppJYO-enK2lmdhizyzc/s320/1933%20marriage_license%20The%20Daily%20Republican,%20Monongahelia%20pa,%20Fri%20Aug%2025%201933%20page%202.jpg" width="273" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Daily Republican<br />Monongahela, Pennsylvania<br />August 25, 1933<br />page 2</td></tr></tbody></table> </div><div> <b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">On August 23,1933, Annabel signed an application to marry in Washington County, Pennsylvania. Charles Thomas Porter, age fifty, son of Alexander and Elizabeth Porter, a contractor, would be her husband. Charles was previously married to Bertha Sommerhalder and divorced her </b><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">on June 16, 1933</b><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> two months before he signed the marriage application to Annabell. </b></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYDw7-85tQWYHPw7qqc6vh0zLRk4q1e5bsl-I9W-rosQKQj01dex4gqI2Q-6aQkTnYEw5zYyNgRd8_7CD1bzKZ4u_MdAqvqrIauuTx7ORiQ4jp4USI_nEShsaTVAxLa39OmEs8eG8tfULopOvGbic7ZBDyaCgxFrjCpa-yS1c5Mzjmh62CKUHT2HuYey0/s496/1934%20pgh%20city%20directory%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="27" data-original-width="496" height="45" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYDw7-85tQWYHPw7qqc6vh0zLRk4q1e5bsl-I9W-rosQKQj01dex4gqI2Q-6aQkTnYEw5zYyNgRd8_7CD1bzKZ4u_MdAqvqrIauuTx7ORiQ4jp4USI_nEShsaTVAxLa39OmEs8eG8tfULopOvGbic7ZBDyaCgxFrjCpa-yS1c5Mzjmh62CKUHT2HuYey0/w389-h45/1934%20pgh%20city%20directory%20cropped.jpg" width="389" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1934 Pittsburgh City Directory</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4-e3C8YK5OY8ubCiH7QO2JKS3jBAZYOJoF_pOYeGnNJu-IJNhMO3IXdw6p9yLSG3Sab1TJu5XNk-sXuyCk0e9F39Iq2Jfia6oe5KgW316U9DrZ3Wd4BQboM8Eu9PtXAR58zcqeFGt620va736NVVudglfQBrD0qNKDfHu8HwEW3KvabAq-IGxNyZb9io/s471/1938%20pgh%20city%20directory%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="35" data-original-width="471" height="45" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4-e3C8YK5OY8ubCiH7QO2JKS3jBAZYOJoF_pOYeGnNJu-IJNhMO3IXdw6p9yLSG3Sab1TJu5XNk-sXuyCk0e9F39Iq2Jfia6oe5KgW316U9DrZ3Wd4BQboM8Eu9PtXAR58zcqeFGt620va736NVVudglfQBrD0qNKDfHu8HwEW3KvabAq-IGxNyZb9io/w400-h45/1938%20pgh%20city%20directory%20cropped.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1938 Pittsburgh City Directory</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Sometime between 1934 and 1938, Annabell and Charles Thomas Porter divorced. The first city directory is under Porter. The second is under Davis. Annabell went back to her first married name.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> During a telephone conversation on June 6, 1994, Cousin Kae, Catherine Wallace Billik, relayed comments on various Poole Family members. Kae, born in 1913, lived in Pittsburgh and knew various family members or heard stories. Annabell would have been a grandaunt.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><i>re: Annabel
Poole Davis-- believed she lived in Knoxville outside of Pittsburgh,
PA. It was said that her second husband,
Thomas, wanted her inheritance. Kae had
a hard time believing that the inheritance amounted to much of anything.</i></b></span><o:p></o:p></p></div></div><p> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Cousin Kae was accurate about Knoxville; however, it appears that Annabell did have an inheritance from her first husband. It's now anyone's guess as to why Annabell divorced Thomas C. Porter. Perhaps the family story is correct.</b></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQbTpNf3Lq0H3I17v6B61NS3FTheavirH9DUbhUtfYKd3R4ENpuRu2KK1jleo4R6KHMpK3-VwGdvwZ6UKumO5aOgOpHOBI2el7AsCeHCCFDSDN1GYDnthpI8MPOX_KdrN-dvKn9WO5pkNWSTrMgZbncYmpJqw8H66KCjLvlaEXleFfp1BhC23Q0-EhzrM/s6831/1940%20census%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1485" data-original-width="6831" height="70" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQbTpNf3Lq0H3I17v6B61NS3FTheavirH9DUbhUtfYKd3R4ENpuRu2KK1jleo4R6KHMpK3-VwGdvwZ6UKumO5aOgOpHOBI2el7AsCeHCCFDSDN1GYDnthpI8MPOX_KdrN-dvKn9WO5pkNWSTrMgZbncYmpJqw8H66KCjLvlaEXleFfp1BhC23Q0-EhzrM/s320/1940%20census%20cropped.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1940 Pennsylvania Census<br />Pittsburgh, Allegheny County<br />April 16, 1940</td></tr></tbody></table><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>411 Rochelle Street</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><span> </span><span> </span><span> Davis, Annabel, Head, female, white, age 64, widow, born in West Virginia, lived in the same house in 1935, works in her house, no weeks worked, no income, has income from other sources. Value of her house $5,600.00</span><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Petterman, H. John (Henry John Peterman), Lodger, male, age 48, married, born in Pennsylvania, lived in the same place in 1935, worked at private work for 50 hours a week at a Plumbing & Heating company in sales, worked 45 weeks, income $2880.00.</span><br /></span></b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Linkert, Marie, Lodger, female, white, single, age 28, graduated high school, born in Pennsylvania, lived in the same house in 1935, works at private work 40 hours per week as an office clerk at a Water Company, worked 52 weeks, income $900.00.</span><br /></span></span></b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Parnella, Nicholas, Lodger, female, white, married, age 26, graduated high school, born in Pennsylvania, lived in the same place in 1935, works at private work 40 hours per week as a laborer in a steel mill, worked 42 weeks, income $1,000.00.</span><br /></span></span></span></b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><span><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Petterman, Marie E. (Marie Edith Peterman), Lodger, female, white, married, age 33, graduated high school, born in Pennsylvania, lived in Los Angeles, California in 1935, works at private work 40 hours per week as a stenographer at a Plumbing & Heating Company, worked 40 weeks, income $850.00.</span><br /></span></span></span></span></b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Anabell is supplementing her income with four lodgers, one married couple and two singles. Several realtors listed 411 Rochelle as having five bedrooms. Imagine all these folks sharing the one bathroom!</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> I would like to mention that other Poole siblings ran boarding houses. My paternal great grandmother, <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2009/02/nobodys-fool-jessie-pool-vangilder.html">Jessie Poole VanGilder</a> ran boarding houses in West Virginia, Woodlawn and Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania before she was employed as a stewardess on river boats. Another sibling, <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2011/03/sarah-ann-pool-pinyerd.html">Sarah Ann Pinyerd</a> ran a maternity boarding house in North Charleroi, Pennsylvania. Finally, another sibling, <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2015/03/jumping-back-into-poole-olive-poole.html">Olive Poole Reeves</a> ran a boarding house on the North side of Pittsburgh. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7eyG7i1xjTzB53TXUjWE2nyK-kXwfrOTSvrF6Z1GL9Ti2f7fZ0nC3mf5nOTn_L-PzfDxJKFr1OEDl05-cNqm7bUnAedUm5SzC08av8zAzAMowD78GGWtDuneGTzzilAbV6utMfP7n8JJyBzyZmB1m-Ybs-Q1vHD-2tLrdAFKm8HD0mf1v4tgXws_keVI/s510/1940%20pgh%20city%20directory%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="39" data-original-width="510" height="46" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7eyG7i1xjTzB53TXUjWE2nyK-kXwfrOTSvrF6Z1GL9Ti2f7fZ0nC3mf5nOTn_L-PzfDxJKFr1OEDl05-cNqm7bUnAedUm5SzC08av8zAzAMowD78GGWtDuneGTzzilAbV6utMfP7n8JJyBzyZmB1m-Ybs-Q1vHD-2tLrdAFKm8HD0mf1v4tgXws_keVI/w373-h46/1940%20pgh%20city%20directory%20cropped.jpg" width="373" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">1940 Pittsburgh City Directory</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjY_4x9ntbTARdjb3w5VLw7aATZcHp7tItiUMkESlVIjz9sghKM_JbValFB1w-2dnCxxpP7s_nvDzWLv7i-IE_919tIyaYxII-zE9dsTfYuOBBFU8Z_5Ssc7YckUTXnJtb_DSyYIUE30MuBn1Ai4fPgl8maesQomNameeZLEzVdW_21LhxSYqtuH7G5rc/s464/1943%20pgh%20city%20directory%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="35" data-original-width="464" height="44" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjY_4x9ntbTARdjb3w5VLw7aATZcHp7tItiUMkESlVIjz9sghKM_JbValFB1w-2dnCxxpP7s_nvDzWLv7i-IE_919tIyaYxII-zE9dsTfYuOBBFU8Z_5Ssc7YckUTXnJtb_DSyYIUE30MuBn1Ai4fPgl8maesQomNameeZLEzVdW_21LhxSYqtuH7G5rc/w400-h44/1943%20pgh%20city%20directory%20cropped.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">1943 Pittsburgh City Directory</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></span><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; 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margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="430" data-original-width="515" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoUgiXnFM02NCnBCg5y0oIL5EcJ8k5bzPO3bESNCWOZ5rcJiAJlgGkvGZvn6Dmj4Bd6gqTzoP3rVxTuustaliGOfyZZqgKXXvXe9NAosrNUXq8TazY1vCTv4IqthQq55_72PpBdIm8Wu3fjpkyjLdTOZVzpgosAOegIa2_IxlxBfPKAa1xszmTI1K9KqU/s320/1947%20Annabella_Poole_Davis_obituary%20Pittsburgh%20Sun%20Telegraph,%20Thur%20Sep%2025,%201947%20page%2031.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Pittsburgh Sun Telegraph<br />Thursday, September 25, 1947<br />page 31</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-hX_i-x26uZdZ-lWnYXd-G_gDa_8a-CHjlxA8Xr-xEr_EuVro3bFcDrPZba3yjXN6C1H2IwfTNQC8fur3hBp7VWIMEMoiCdsGPlKg79PZXvRGgcl1i2zBtTZGxkLiAcEcrlCNLLDTMAYDzTx9gZBv6Xd4Xmf2lntroJ-LJc6glujrMgP66GVvnHpoRpA/s712/1947%20Obituary%20Pgh%20Press,%20Fri,%20sep%2026,%201947%20page%2036.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="428" data-original-width="712" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-hX_i-x26uZdZ-lWnYXd-G_gDa_8a-CHjlxA8Xr-xEr_EuVro3bFcDrPZba3yjXN6C1H2IwfTNQC8fur3hBp7VWIMEMoiCdsGPlKg79PZXvRGgcl1i2zBtTZGxkLiAcEcrlCNLLDTMAYDzTx9gZBv6Xd4Xmf2lntroJ-LJc6glujrMgP66GVvnHpoRpA/s320/1947%20Obituary%20Pgh%20Press,%20Fri,%20sep%2026,%201947%20page%2036.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">The Pittsburgh Press<br />Friday, September 26, 1947<br />page 36</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Annabell Poole Davis died following a fall on the street on September 24, 1947 at the age of seventy-two years. The informant on the death certificate was a lodger at her house. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxbaOWKeTnYvucHV9mFXrbVSqboejfpVa89YvqKpmgUY2O81u8neOiHEpFUxcPfbZujnmk1nOnWw4W2khrKRp9I1p-kJmffhvvQ_1I8Wop4SpF4g5LK7wDik-67scs1t75y-ovfLxdGW_zmv43WTTRm0SDbA_-zOCcJZoxQaFV8bFQi4P7hxLg5p5T2Hc/s1000/Mt%20Union-Pool-Davis%20Annabel.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="688" data-original-width="1000" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxbaOWKeTnYvucHV9mFXrbVSqboejfpVa89YvqKpmgUY2O81u8neOiHEpFUxcPfbZujnmk1nOnWw4W2khrKRp9I1p-kJmffhvvQ_1I8Wop4SpF4g5LK7wDik-67scs1t75y-ovfLxdGW_zmv43WTTRm0SDbA_-zOCcJZoxQaFV8bFQi4P7hxLg5p5T2Hc/s320/Mt%20Union-Pool-Davis%20Annabel.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/10842552/annabel-davis">Annabell was buried</a> with her parents and siblings in Mt Union Cemetery, north of Morgantown, Monongalia County, West Virginia on September 27, 1947.</span></div></div></span></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtA2FIXhEhw-kXO9P9SbHYGqB0lnNvliOp1kPAlOOek4vrCV9EEOl8tU1qsrgo5o1rhbYgP5SBXf9WmvN_IyPstX0zXRYO1Lzmb_my2g7JfRlZQgpJoR-b5YNiPE3mQg-kZfEJumus6Ij-EcvDrT2OfAQd6J245FgcKMAQqKNdWW4-jJ0pVypXs3loBx8/s713/1933%20marriage%20to%20Thomas%20Charles%20Porter%20annabell%20signature.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="77" data-original-width="713" height="35" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtA2FIXhEhw-kXO9P9SbHYGqB0lnNvliOp1kPAlOOek4vrCV9EEOl8tU1qsrgo5o1rhbYgP5SBXf9WmvN_IyPstX0zXRYO1Lzmb_my2g7JfRlZQgpJoR-b5YNiPE3mQg-kZfEJumus6Ij-EcvDrT2OfAQd6J245FgcKMAQqKNdWW4-jJ0pVypXs3loBx8/s320/1933%20marriage%20to%20Thomas%20Charles%20Porter%20annabell%20signature.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Annabel</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Annabell</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Annabelle</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Pool</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Poole</b></span><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"> </span></p><blockquote><span style="color: black;">I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU. 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</div></div>Linda Hughes Hiserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05774876428039197357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559842070525209896.post-5202961029490296212024-02-10T19:06:00.000-05:002024-02-10T19:06:07.803-05:00Immigration: Coming to America<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf4rwUJIhmqoKm3F8SDZNfCdMJCXAuluX_r3Xuu_Gb5iUeM7XyfjRFUstSD5sqzfyKa18GRMKV2eCaJB7X9ZaAV9c7KouEEH-fCzooiOYntNZRcFnVxMoTM4lz7vounAafNsAbfRs1iOTL1DID645hrtm1FWhxmOtXWIbZdw-zumYttaYH8tSMXJOC8LQ/s285/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="111" data-original-width="285" height="111" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf4rwUJIhmqoKm3F8SDZNfCdMJCXAuluX_r3Xuu_Gb5iUeM7XyfjRFUstSD5sqzfyKa18GRMKV2eCaJB7X9ZaAV9c7KouEEH-fCzooiOYntNZRcFnVxMoTM4lz7vounAafNsAbfRs1iOTL1DID645hrtm1FWhxmOtXWIbZdw-zumYttaYH8tSMXJOC8LQ/s1600/image.png" width="285" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;"> <b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">Amy Johnson Crow has a <a href="https://www.amyjohnsoncrow.com/52-ancestors-in-52-weeks-themes-for-2024/">52 Ancestors Week</a> blog challenge which I have decided to join. I am hoping it may help me to pinpoint someone or something that I have researched and not blogged about on Flipside. AND push me to blog about family each week in 2024. Sometimes I get lazy. 😁 Let's see how well I keep up.</b></p><p><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> </b><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">Week #7 (February 12-18) is Immigration. </b></p><p> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> I have been somewhat hard pressed to figure out who to blog about on this topic. I have covered those ancestors who I was able to find information regarding their immigration. This morning Amy mentioned this thought, ".....consider an immigrant ancestor, where they came from, why they came or <u>how different their life was between their "old country" and their new one</u>."</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> John </b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">George Hughes and Elizabeth Olesen Hughes, my paternal great grandparents, have been the focus of numerous blogs, immigration included. However, I do not believe I have covered the difference between their life in England and the US. Thank you Amy!</b></p><p><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> John George Hughes, the son of <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2010/10/family-of-george-henry-hughes-and-mary.html">George Henry Hughes and Mary Ann Storey Hughes</a> was born and raised in West Hartlepool, England. John George was born in 1873 and the family was living </b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>in a house in the Stranton Parish, West Hartle</b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">pool, England at 11 Thorne Street as listed on the 1871 census. The author of, "Reflections beneath the Wagga Moon" paints a dire picture of the conditions the family was living in West Hartlepool at the time. </b></p><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: #38761d;"><b><br /></b></span><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="color: #38761d;"><b> <i>"However, such was the demand for houses or lodgings for people with basic labouring skills that small streets of houses were even built on pieces of open land in amongst the Iron and Steel Works along Mainsforth Terrace. With the dust and fumes of blast furnaces at their front doors and the banging and clattering of small engineering works at their back doors, these streets can only be described as a very unhealthy and primitive place to live and raise families, yet somehow people did just that". </i> (Edward Powell, page 5)</b></span><div><span style="color: #38761d;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWwbvXGdNK0DyXIiBt3Q8RtCY23UMw6HNpEr1SzBh7Vkjuk9jO0StwkBcgJdNuZdKP8QM8qjL-qYnTgqgEu3DE2gAV3kbSIKUkV5NMiQILimhS9HqiyiRBIAzyz3StaVYoUbsTo9DRukno4JPGR_y6l-D-tXGG1aAScOrM8pYe8VY7DiRkUVTpaJsjBXs/s1664/Hughes,%20Aidan%20in%20coal%20yard%20with%20others--lighter.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1072" data-original-width="1664" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWwbvXGdNK0DyXIiBt3Q8RtCY23UMw6HNpEr1SzBh7Vkjuk9jO0StwkBcgJdNuZdKP8QM8qjL-qYnTgqgEu3DE2gAV3kbSIKUkV5NMiQILimhS9HqiyiRBIAzyz3StaVYoUbsTo9DRukno4JPGR_y6l-D-tXGG1aAScOrM8pYe8VY7DiRkUVTpaJsjBXs/s320/Hughes,%20Aidan%20in%20coal%20yard%20with%20others--lighter.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><span style="color: #38761d;"><b> </b></span></div><div><div><span style="color: #38761d;"><b> </b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">When John George was old enough to work, he joined his father as a puddler in the steel works. Later, he and his brothers were employed as coal merchants. This old photograph was given to me by a Hughes family member when we visited Hartlepool in 2003. I do not know if my great grandfather is the one brother not named.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrP9tXVWRAkMb6xpfgZPO6VFS-TqMmywTqzqLLvp0zjuxNSeaC2E6UjStc-FlP6hySbBs-e758CsWIBW8a8hbQcvYjFf3y1QFhpriihuqBUzuGGutqIULU6G_8vXKoDEhmOy5DfWV-tQBbzwu_VAl8GZ-vOmLb7YQfwL5ZTG35DjggTBfYVy_Yep_Ea1k/s764/048.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="436" data-original-width="764" height="183" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrP9tXVWRAkMb6xpfgZPO6VFS-TqMmywTqzqLLvp0zjuxNSeaC2E6UjStc-FlP6hySbBs-e758CsWIBW8a8hbQcvYjFf3y1QFhpriihuqBUzuGGutqIULU6G_8vXKoDEhmOy5DfWV-tQBbzwu_VAl8GZ-vOmLb7YQfwL5ZTG35DjggTBfYVy_Yep_Ea1k/s320/048.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b style="font-family: verdana;"> John married Elizabeth Ferdinande Olesen in West Hartlepool on June 7, 1897. Their living conditions in West Hartlepool were, needless to say, not the best. John would be filthy from loading, unloading and hauling coal all day in a horse drawn wagon. Their son, my paternal grandfather, George Henry Hughes, was born on March 19, 1898. </b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b style="font-family: verdana;"> I have no idea what the deciding factor was for my Hughes family's decision to immigrate to the US. Both the Hughes and Olesen families lived in West Hartlepool and John was gainfully employed. Maybe the lure of a better life in America was the catalyst. </b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7gk_Z8bfsNJRG5TrNdfszF30twBvusZIXMnv3N2DZCqbMkcE27ryMFon3Z-zFrx_EY-_29lba0FzTqoDZHzGD1_USTV6YpyP3ERWQ1zv5vQIdAvGAf7SHULtdv4f2gKeA-zZ9DZW9qlmhOS66AbaStoa6QMoV1fQA83l_0n__21oM7hCDv6prmWjk9XA/s446/058.jpg" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-weight: 400; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="263" data-original-width="446" height="189" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7gk_Z8bfsNJRG5TrNdfszF30twBvusZIXMnv3N2DZCqbMkcE27ryMFon3Z-zFrx_EY-_29lba0FzTqoDZHzGD1_USTV6YpyP3ERWQ1zv5vQIdAvGAf7SHULtdv4f2gKeA-zZ9DZW9qlmhOS66AbaStoa6QMoV1fQA83l_0n__21oM7hCDv6prmWjk9XA/s320/058.jpg" width="320" /></a></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuWC6F-9ubjX_S4mj7vSpOn1SxRcp8TyPXTdbfT25F5fBEF64g_PT8bH4juPd4s3wBitgBBP8XOkcra8jzQURuC7a4Zd-54rpzYzyBgPbWpFM1yW-Iyv4YGTNTUTzV3pPGm-VzO5KFM0PYUBPCG9qZ10FlJiRN7B4hAA5nq5Q2HpnD_KRwx63Kh2DoOIg/s2280/057.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1740" data-original-width="2280" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuWC6F-9ubjX_S4mj7vSpOn1SxRcp8TyPXTdbfT25F5fBEF64g_PT8bH4juPd4s3wBitgBBP8XOkcra8jzQURuC7a4Zd-54rpzYzyBgPbWpFM1yW-Iyv4YGTNTUTzV3pPGm-VzO5KFM0PYUBPCG9qZ10FlJiRN7B4hAA5nq5Q2HpnD_KRwx63Kh2DoOIg/s320/057.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>On May 8, 1906 the Hughes Family boarded the S.S. Caronia in Liverpool, England. Ten days later they arrived at the Port of New York. Their destination was Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania to visit a friend, M.C. Mathews. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b> I have never figured out who M.C. Mathews was--a friend or a relation. The closest I have come is a Malachi C. Matthews who was a machinist living in Pittsburgh who died in 1907. Why did my paternal great grandfather </b></span><b style="font-family: verdana;">know him?</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b> John George Hughes was age thirty-three, Elizabeth Olesen Hughes was age twenty-nine and my paternal grandfather, George Henry Hughes was eight. I must admit I don't think I knew Great Grandmother Hughes or my Grandfather were from England until I was late teens or early adult years. There was no trace of a British accent. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdWCVaRiIpgHmmKx8YJn_SvhJ32g-chjL9TlV7Jm198F_IrI7ELqpbZqDRSD-F9kUHSmZVCcx66NjkGc-oPbuJzZIUPRZOwCroSim3f1446JbE-8fmoI8EGZfeyFuDnLNJAiOxr9Ve3kQwDRYTYgHJarsYGTLtnVZB7s_wFuvkcu2-xsvTe4H_LwPOyfU/s3749/Pittsburgh%201902%20with%20South%20Side%20marked.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2435" data-original-width="3749" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdWCVaRiIpgHmmKx8YJn_SvhJ32g-chjL9TlV7Jm198F_IrI7ELqpbZqDRSD-F9kUHSmZVCcx66NjkGc-oPbuJzZIUPRZOwCroSim3f1446JbE-8fmoI8EGZfeyFuDnLNJAiOxr9Ve3kQwDRYTYgHJarsYGTLtnVZB7s_wFuvkcu2-xsvTe4H_LwPOyfU/s320/Pittsburgh%201902%20with%20South%20Side%20marked.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pittsburgh 1902 Lithograph<br />By Thaddeus Mortimer Fowler<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmJ0PkUqON7kamtX66qm3joRmIIqjD2K8AwE1C8-lLJDeTBVzS0CrjcW9_28Ws9jLajNsARanbNFBMECqv9B1etxpJwjhfi_HZtxXydFEjXfyj_7I78DIchQzqsn3vfsPZwiInKxEcXY2xMmWp8PklEUHGvVqfKC_DR-yEA6ZqOrsqsJ_Mngcur1jbTa0/s3176/South%20Sider%20where%20Hughes%20lived%201910.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2147" data-original-width="3176" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmJ0PkUqON7kamtX66qm3joRmIIqjD2K8AwE1C8-lLJDeTBVzS0CrjcW9_28Ws9jLajNsARanbNFBMECqv9B1etxpJwjhfi_HZtxXydFEjXfyj_7I78DIchQzqsn3vfsPZwiInKxEcXY2xMmWp8PklEUHGvVqfKC_DR-yEA6ZqOrsqsJ_Mngcur1jbTa0/s320/South%20Sider%20where%20Hughes%20lived%201910.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b> T</b></span><b style="font-family: verdana;">he Hughes Family found a home on the South Side Flats of Pittsburgh, across the Monongahela River from the City of Pittsburgh. They lived in a smaller community where the industry was located called Birmingham (how English )😁 I have marked both the map and the photograph above with the location of the South Side and the housing area where the Hughes lived from their arrival in 1906 until about 1915. I'm from Pittsburgh and we have some unusual pronunciations of names referred to as Pittsburgese. South Side is pronounced "Sahside".</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br style="font-family: "Times New Roman";" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmB9ra7E_JZM5E0ZwlH3HHLdJFM-oD-bHoVEbRVQn9K7L45tknP2MaoxitYgMRMUm8RRbEKn3W9H5GaSEMjptIoVA1-UsK7XRUvHwpdJU2uGj8nuIL7dqz7vymr28QLAVbDHag1WzrhVoxEpOwjAJ3oYttomWmzINvVth9l31-Nsut0HQA6IsrgKrhs3Q/s1500/1907%20Elizabeth%20and%20George%20crossing.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1125" data-original-width="1500" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmB9ra7E_JZM5E0ZwlH3HHLdJFM-oD-bHoVEbRVQn9K7L45tknP2MaoxitYgMRMUm8RRbEKn3W9H5GaSEMjptIoVA1-UsK7XRUvHwpdJU2uGj8nuIL7dqz7vymr28QLAVbDHag1WzrhVoxEpOwjAJ3oYttomWmzINvVth9l31-Nsut0HQA6IsrgKrhs3Q/s320/1907%20Elizabeth%20and%20George%20crossing.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <b>Elizabeth and son, George Henry made a second voyage to England in 1907 about sixteen months after they arrived in the US. </b> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiMMisEbTVSmaiNR90ly8_uTpbz3hh4cDuxMD864tQywh-s4qDBP4FL6CRDrmXa8EN0qalBobH_1_abP4ouZVEI8UkNKZn_7Xe8Az72WGiTUfkecAh7M0FGoTYRIYmb_ijNlHv0MNhWDyGPezeg4dfgQ9YmwNGstfRBJ2or5vaxk0_iNdomQRkqlkiM-Q/s3815/1907%20Carey%20home%20map.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1758" data-original-width="3815" height="147" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiMMisEbTVSmaiNR90ly8_uTpbz3hh4cDuxMD864tQywh-s4qDBP4FL6CRDrmXa8EN0qalBobH_1_abP4ouZVEI8UkNKZn_7Xe8Az72WGiTUfkecAh7M0FGoTYRIYmb_ijNlHv0MNhWDyGPezeg4dfgQ9YmwNGstfRBJ2or5vaxk0_iNdomQRkqlkiM-Q/s320/1907%20Carey%20home%20map.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";">1910 Map of Ward 26</span><br style="font-family: "Times New Roman";" /><a href="https://www.arcgis.com/apps/View/index.html?appid=63f24d1466f24695bf9dfc5bf6828126" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Pittsburgh Historic Maps</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaz-Q46nQZ9_XlDOXOJTyMxHtH9L5jEoKoOoMEX0mWG35mlakRagwIIkI_FSFVzlknsivFrKKglDIdNm6cx1gmwfX37ljsc9-xBPTZc1TQifRHLsrXSmGXmaJ0oTd3SsiclFZkf47POaGGmjZJ2cDC5DLO2l7XgbJ4UhIrNXgR-oA9tH_tiM9ffme2DbI/s2180/1907%202518%20Carey.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2180" data-original-width="1800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaz-Q46nQZ9_XlDOXOJTyMxHtH9L5jEoKoOoMEX0mWG35mlakRagwIIkI_FSFVzlknsivFrKKglDIdNm6cx1gmwfX37ljsc9-xBPTZc1TQifRHLsrXSmGXmaJ0oTd3SsiclFZkf47POaGGmjZJ2cDC5DLO2l7XgbJ4UhIrNXgR-oA9tH_tiM9ffme2DbI/s320/1907%202518%20Carey.jpg" width="264" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b> The 1907 immigration gives the first location of the Hughes and their home located at 2518 Carey Avenue. According to the map, this home was closer to the mill. When I mapped the address, there is a house still standing at the address. Whether or not this is the actual house the Hughes lived in is always a question when looking for an address one hundred and seventeen years ago. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj5OJaLURbVFgjnqlU5arkrUdcT3uvCovgu9U0hgEHKkvSodPcI7iq77T37r5onYVal50cy0zMWR_0TCHCJAFLIDoBK5jgC6ZsEenNpKsmBv4lgVCMBwPmQnBnIiQEk1dH1tcHXz9nH1b_2cohcsLZg_AwVotMfiydIdT5Zc8_An16kBi-tmp4fkJENNA/s3665/1910%20PA%20census%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="618" data-original-width="3665" height="62" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj5OJaLURbVFgjnqlU5arkrUdcT3uvCovgu9U0hgEHKkvSodPcI7iq77T37r5onYVal50cy0zMWR_0TCHCJAFLIDoBK5jgC6ZsEenNpKsmBv4lgVCMBwPmQnBnIiQEk1dH1tcHXz9nH1b_2cohcsLZg_AwVotMfiydIdT5Zc8_An16kBi-tmp4fkJENNA/w368-h62/1910%20PA%20census%20cropped.jpg" width="368" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1910 Pennsylvania Census<br />Allegheny County<br />April 25 and 26, 1910</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Wright Alley </b></span> </div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span> <u> </u></span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><u>Hughes, John G.</u>, head, male, white, age 36, married once for 13 years, born in England, both parents born in England, year of immigration looks like 1902, alien, can speak English, employed as a worker in an iron mill, working on own account, worked every day in 1909, can read and write in English, rents a house.<br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><span><br /></span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><span><br /></span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b> <u>Hughes, Elizabeth</u>, wife, female, white age 34, married once for 13 years, one child born and one child living, born in England, parents birth is difficult to read; however her father was born in Denmark and her mother was born in Germany, immigrated in 1905, can speak English, not employed, can read and write in English.</b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><span><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><span><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b> <u>Hughes, George H.</u>, son, male, white, age 12, single, born in England, both parents born in England, can speak English, year of immigration 1905, </b></span></span></span><b style="font-family: verdana;">not employed, </b><b style="font-family: verdana;">can read and write in English.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <b><span style="font-family: verdana;"> John's year of immigration had me going back to records to see if he actually came to Pittsburgh before the family immigrated. I can find no record of him before 1906. The date of the family immigration is incorrect on the census, they came in 1906.</span></b> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"> </span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUZt5es4FYemihtMJ7aUN2Xj2UfygGNXCty5cw17O4w19-hHGEQN3z4F1tm5qeNCMgFutVXPFr6Zta9aCupm6e4tO7ogSZw12AB19DnlmZak64xSOwSnfcQNW3hbNSAyzR6jAQmUOO9Il9GlpY2VV-8GDbOvIKLoGDdOROk_CcLbC_OdGTwbmqqbF2U0s/s3896/Map%20marked.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1310" data-original-width="3896" height="108" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUZt5es4FYemihtMJ7aUN2Xj2UfygGNXCty5cw17O4w19-hHGEQN3z4F1tm5qeNCMgFutVXPFr6Zta9aCupm6e4tO7ogSZw12AB19DnlmZak64xSOwSnfcQNW3hbNSAyzR6jAQmUOO9Il9GlpY2VV-8GDbOvIKLoGDdOROk_CcLbC_OdGTwbmqqbF2U0s/s320/Map%20marked.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1910 Map of Ward 26<br /><a href="https://www.arcgis.com/apps/View/index.html?appid=63f24d1466f24695bf9dfc5bf6828126"> Pittsburgh Historic Maps</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Their home was a rental located on Wright Alley. No house number was given. Looking on Google maps the street is indeed an alley. There are very few residences in existence today. Back in 1910, there was a large park, a Carnegie Library, probably their Episcopalian Church and a public school nearby. John could have easily walked to the iron mill or taken a streetcar. The air would have been in dark with the soot from the mills. </b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVcBHmemj6ZqpgBcESib9giNv_XydiY6tUtyn9guZAVEiBBdcZ3jOKQrKGB1oEnnTrqK0oYQPxfJhcIB9WY5sak4pjoG8eyCjj7c6cK1k2gBACHX9cIwaKkL4d6Bvex6ElTg-lhg43lFVUejtsDPfhBL3XR1xwRap8qRz8JUbC6g7pSR7vscTyx1x27oU/s1500/096.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1125" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVcBHmemj6ZqpgBcESib9giNv_XydiY6tUtyn9guZAVEiBBdcZ3jOKQrKGB1oEnnTrqK0oYQPxfJhcIB9WY5sak4pjoG8eyCjj7c6cK1k2gBACHX9cIwaKkL4d6Bvex6ElTg-lhg43lFVUejtsDPfhBL3XR1xwRap8qRz8JUbC6g7pSR7vscTyx1x27oU/s320/096.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><b><br /></b></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ9v0HoDzW2z-jFG9bxrosKc0R3xQCRNNaLBzzFSvvHJSwg_GsP65LKnUSxmq1xkcVR9yH0U-BtR0D8bkurDhmi29EjSlIuXYlmSSMR7vqNY3qzyaa4MoyAyRax8uVfDBtO7h89nv33CWtm8JJN7ZsX1VgBjVgbxQqA4KujYE45cOm3zz5blybV7pHV88/s4032/1914%20map%20house%20marked.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2203" data-original-width="4032" height="175" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ9v0HoDzW2z-jFG9bxrosKc0R3xQCRNNaLBzzFSvvHJSwg_GsP65LKnUSxmq1xkcVR9yH0U-BtR0D8bkurDhmi29EjSlIuXYlmSSMR7vqNY3qzyaa4MoyAyRax8uVfDBtO7h89nv33CWtm8JJN7ZsX1VgBjVgbxQqA4KujYE45cOm3zz5blybV7pHV88/s320/1914%20map%20house%20marked.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";">1910 Map of Ward 26</span><br /><a href="https://www.arcgis.com/apps/View/index.html?appid=63f24d1466f24695bf9dfc5bf6828126"> Pittsburgh Historic Maps</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-1FGy7wMxBccvQBroEOyvS1z71RBe3-QTR1E2pCXY5uur8vR7S8ewWRaj-9_G6jJghQWBO4xJHIMDZHjUYa_zLkdP6ri7_OOC4LYcd6tfFY2s9UheccGDQUQKu_x-f-WJdXcr4cjbcXM4EHjKaHnPoVE9IlBlev9BNBgm3NI65vvu5BN6BvW6U7nhzvA/s2350/1914%202341%20Wright%20Alley.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2350" data-original-width="2205" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-1FGy7wMxBccvQBroEOyvS1z71RBe3-QTR1E2pCXY5uur8vR7S8ewWRaj-9_G6jJghQWBO4xJHIMDZHjUYa_zLkdP6ri7_OOC4LYcd6tfFY2s9UheccGDQUQKu_x-f-WJdXcr4cjbcXM4EHjKaHnPoVE9IlBlev9BNBgm3NI65vvu5BN6BvW6U7nhzvA/s320/1914%202341%20Wright%20Alley.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b> </b></span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Unfortunately so many or my records are not organized like I wish they were. Here I found an immigration record for Rowland Richards visiting his sister-in-law, Elizabeth Hughes in 1914. Wahoo, and address on Wright Street is given, 2341 Wright Street. This is now called Wrights Way. This house is almost next door to the iron and steel works. Frankly, it appears that the Hughes Family moved from one noisy dirty location to another. I don't think this area of Pittsburgh was any better that West Hartlepool. Plus, there was no family living nearby.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-S40FRpv-k_7Bb9ITzXDvSzqT_S1FXK7EeKkbVkYAHicUZJ_yB019Po7tXpVTKlFkBwafkgf_OuVRmE6Y9CXbvWZ_8MdAoiypaRLBz3d01Rxn8rTIqDnIG-Ql2mNkKye3yNwUpvsxLaOUXZAoPxXEmQjlGGMiCd0fndECyMek46h18ZVvjj1ZaKuvZ24/s601/103.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="501" data-original-width="601" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-S40FRpv-k_7Bb9ITzXDvSzqT_S1FXK7EeKkbVkYAHicUZJ_yB019Po7tXpVTKlFkBwafkgf_OuVRmE6Y9CXbvWZ_8MdAoiypaRLBz3d01Rxn8rTIqDnIG-Ql2mNkKye3yNwUpvsxLaOUXZAoPxXEmQjlGGMiCd0fndECyMek46h18ZVvjj1ZaKuvZ24/s320/103.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilmRbFPI39xoVq-zJBBBa-5pJVLIAyXYuqTRJXzgoyckn91JD4IYn_dzR_DxXtumy5nGgL1E9pOE-e4Hb7_U-QyoYKaee6xa2apKYUY9WXODQ-uPSnAQCH-oPbs0tGqhmXkVslgFXSRJRHaS8rBK6GtteQBPnkG3Oy07RSdsHiywd4AbjPKclr5qpuP5s/s1401/154b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1401" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilmRbFPI39xoVq-zJBBBa-5pJVLIAyXYuqTRJXzgoyckn91JD4IYn_dzR_DxXtumy5nGgL1E9pOE-e4Hb7_U-QyoYKaee6xa2apKYUY9WXODQ-uPSnAQCH-oPbs0tGqhmXkVslgFXSRJRHaS8rBK6GtteQBPnkG3Oy07RSdsHiywd4AbjPKclr5qpuP5s/s320/154b.jpg" width="247" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>The move down the Ohio River to the new Jones & Laughlin company town of Woodlawn in Beaver County, Pennsylvania was a step up. The Hughes Family was living at 131 Spring Street by 1915 in a newly built house located in an active town and community all designed and built by Jones & Laughlin. The air quality would still be the dirty from the caustic fumes coming from the mill. However there was a central street with shopping, a library, park with swimming pool and a train station. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBNaLXy8AxRVOcRsf3gi5dXJPSAaebuA4IBZ9Ft4PjlyE2fQODQ-ZJtABamiSm_9r9Xoxey7O0RGJTkuMZ58hQUm3yslo2QmN1ZKE9yz7BhRtR6SEp1SUJg0hujIK2xM_TGT9U-dYd6wEvp2VvdueIIZAcV-EBIFBoz25umtD1mAtuwq8fhgfXAr8fVdw/s320/Postcard1%20front%20named.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="203" data-original-width="320" height="203" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBNaLXy8AxRVOcRsf3gi5dXJPSAaebuA4IBZ9Ft4PjlyE2fQODQ-ZJtABamiSm_9r9Xoxey7O0RGJTkuMZ58hQUm3yslo2QmN1ZKE9yz7BhRtR6SEp1SUJg0hujIK2xM_TGT9U-dYd6wEvp2VvdueIIZAcV-EBIFBoz25umtD1mAtuwq8fhgfXAr8fVdw/s1600/Postcard1%20front%20named.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqHKMAi-lhCoKNWLrsS9FK_G7vDgDpnZ-obNgkJVlNlLFvuKylzvj8ACqOz0jAGFqyv0twZV9Rd1wCVC7UlXBdu1xWdnXj8iWisJVFzb7j1q0rmQcdRiq_4r_ei909Hrk0dkNi9HHa30RvSyAOakKBF7CUP7MngY5QLIZct6nG36QgcaxnwQPaj23Ky2s/s320/Postcard2%20front%20named.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="207" data-original-width="320" height="207" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqHKMAi-lhCoKNWLrsS9FK_G7vDgDpnZ-obNgkJVlNlLFvuKylzvj8ACqOz0jAGFqyv0twZV9Rd1wCVC7UlXBdu1xWdnXj8iWisJVFzb7j1q0rmQcdRiq_4r_ei909Hrk0dkNi9HHa30RvSyAOakKBF7CUP7MngY5QLIZct6nG36QgcaxnwQPaj23Ky2s/s1600/Postcard2%20front%20named.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Post Cards</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>One aspect I should mention is that the town was divided into twelve numbered plans. The Hughes lived in Plan Number 10. Each ethnic group lived in the same plan with others from the same country. This was an attempt by Jones & Laughlin to keep ethnic groups separated and they had police patrolling the streets to to make certain there was no fraternizing. </b></span><b>The Hughes neighbors would have been from England. </b></div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG5eRI0V12OXeszKXv12pmGZ4Qa1PyDXGSLh-TehRV3c5xsQnmfuc3C8vqMlFPodDYYV_N-YtiJTRc8dpiexPvdMH4iuWoXp7_7DDc2j8_CewAFDbzPlIZMGvhcPsptn1ULVJmkWbcA-_kX4zgUxWOLCY9qHb042YYl-GRQ3XHoD9Dmhg8ANglcZxC56g/s548/1919c%20Hughes,%20John%20George%20and%20Elizabeth%20photo%20old%20photo%20effect.jpg" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="548" data-original-width="460" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG5eRI0V12OXeszKXv12pmGZ4Qa1PyDXGSLh-TehRV3c5xsQnmfuc3C8vqMlFPodDYYV_N-YtiJTRc8dpiexPvdMH4iuWoXp7_7DDc2j8_CewAFDbzPlIZMGvhcPsptn1ULVJmkWbcA-_kX4zgUxWOLCY9qHb042YYl-GRQ3XHoD9Dmhg8ANglcZxC56g/s320/1919c%20Hughes,%20John%20George%20and%20Elizabeth%20photo%20old%20photo%20effect.jpg" width="269" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>In January 1920, John George and Elizabeth Hughes traveled for six months to England. They returned with members of Elizabeth's family. Her mother, <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2016/12/ferdinande-weiss-olesen.html">Ferdinande Weiss Olesen</a>, her brother <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2009/04/tombstone-tuesday-william-christian.html">William Olesen</a> and her sister, <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2015/03/emily-maud-olesen-richards-brown.html">Emily Olesen Richards</a>. The Richards lived in Monaca and the Olesen's stayed at 131 Spring Street moving to Monaca several years after John George Hughes death on May 20, </b></span><b>1921 at age forty-seven.</b></div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>This has been a labor of love. I had not fully researched this aspect of my paternal grandparents immigration, nor had I thought about the two different environments and lifestyles they experienced. Perhaps the housing was a little better in the Pittsburgh areas; however the air quality was bad everywhere they lived due to my great grandfather's employment. All family members who immigrated stayed in the greater Pittsburgh area and all are also buried there. </b></span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: left;"></div><span style="color: #38761d;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><u>Other Blogs on Flipside regarding J</u></b></span><b style="font-family: verdana;"><u>ohn George Hughes and Elizabeth Ferdinande Olesen Hughes--my paternal Great Grandparents</u></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">-<a href="http://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2009/06/festival-of-postcard-2nd-edition-main.html">HUGHES, JOHN GEORGE AND ELIZABETH OLESEN HUGHES</a>--131 Spring Street, Woodlawn, Pennsylvania</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">-<a href="http://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2009/08/festival-of-postcards-4-water.html">HUGHES, JOHN GEORGE AND ELIZABETH OLESEN HUGHES</a>--RMS Coronia, Immigration </span></div><div style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">-<a href="http://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2018/04/and-whole-gang-was-there-crossing-pond.html">HUGHES, JOHN GEORGE AND ELIZABETH OLESEN HUGHES</a></span>--Crossing the Pond in 1920</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">-<a href="http://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2015/03/john-george-hughes-and-elizabeth-olesen.html">HUGHES, JOHN GEORGE AND ELIZABETH OLESEN HUGHES</a></span>--Death Certificates</span></div><div style="color: black;"><br /></div><div style="color: black;">-<a href="http://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2010/07/cog-august.html">HUGHES, JOHN GEORGE AND ELIZABETH OLESEN HUGHES</a>--Scrapbooking Immigration<br /><br /></div><div style="color: black;"><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>John George Hughes--My paternal Great Grandfather</b></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><span>-</span><a href="http://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2018/01/a-half-and-half.html"><span>HUGHES, JOHN GEORGE</span></a></span>--Court Testimony</span></div><div style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">-<a href="http://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2018/02/half-and-half-revisited.html">HUGHES JOHN GEORGE</a></span>--Court Revisited<br /><br /><span style="color: #2b00fe;">-<a href="http://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2009/02/genealogy-happy-dance-john-george.html" target="_blank">HUGHES, JOHN GEORGE</a></span><span>--Happy Dance Photos</span></span></div><div style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">-<a href="http://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2021/01/john-george-hughes-burial-information.html">HUGHES, JOHN GEORGE</a></span>--Burial Information</span></div><div style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">-<a href="http://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2018/08/john-george-hughes-did-my-paternal.html">HUGHES, JOHN GEORGE</a></span>--Did my Paternal Great Grandfather Have Additional Sibling(s)</span></div></div><div style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Elizabeth Ferdinande Olesen Hughes--My paternal Great Grandmother aka Noonie</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>*Also Search under Elizabeth Ferdinande Olesen</b></span></div><div style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">-<a href="http://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2021/01/elizabeth-ferdinande-olesen-hughes.html">HUGHES, ELIZABETH OLESEN</a></span>--Biography</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">-<a href="http://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2009/05/smile-for-camera-dog-that-swam-pond.html">HUGHES, ELIZABETH OLESEN</a>--With a Dog</span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"> </span></div></span></div><div><blockquote><span style="color: black;">I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU. 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</div></div></div>Linda Hughes Hiserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05774876428039197357noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559842070525209896.post-8946635082553993232024-02-07T06:55:00.002-05:002024-02-07T07:10:39.097-05:00Earning A Living: Charles Edward Stark<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf4rwUJIhmqoKm3F8SDZNfCdMJCXAuluX_r3Xuu_Gb5iUeM7XyfjRFUstSD5sqzfyKa18GRMKV2eCaJB7X9ZaAV9c7KouEEH-fCzooiOYntNZRcFnVxMoTM4lz7vounAafNsAbfRs1iOTL1DID645hrtm1FWhxmOtXWIbZdw-zumYttaYH8tSMXJOC8LQ/s285/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="111" data-original-width="285" height="111" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf4rwUJIhmqoKm3F8SDZNfCdMJCXAuluX_r3Xuu_Gb5iUeM7XyfjRFUstSD5sqzfyKa18GRMKV2eCaJB7X9ZaAV9c7KouEEH-fCzooiOYntNZRcFnVxMoTM4lz7vounAafNsAbfRs1iOTL1DID645hrtm1FWhxmOtXWIbZdw-zumYttaYH8tSMXJOC8LQ/s1600/image.png" width="285" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;"> <b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">Amy Johnson Crow has a <a href="https://www.amyjohnsoncrow.com/52-ancestors-in-52-weeks-themes-for-2024/">52 Ancestors Week</a> blog challenge which I have decided to join. I am hoping it may help me to pinpoint someone or something that I have researched and not blogged about on Flipside. AND push me to blog about family each week in 2024. Sometimes I get lazy. 😁 Let's see how well I keep up.</b></p><p><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> </b><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">Week #6 (February 6-11) is Earning A Living. I have not done much blogging about my maternal grandfather, Charles Edward Stark. I did not know him as he died a little over two years before I was born. He appears in blogs about his parents, siblings, his wife and my Mom. I have a feeling this will end up more of a biography, which is long overdue. I will cover his employment and more.</b></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS-Zv9jE9__W0rbZ69lmQKZJqmLfc4oU7TqkTaZ4OZC2cDv-cE4g8j1ZznXxSF7N4eLu-s3y9iGrk6_RNi-H3DILBsN4aQq8KGnTYLr6eF0OmWKn__lc6OEixxx5PnK11ZDGSr1_48lTqmSuLUFEKEYpdgRXfvJ3XkEwQ7dQ2-VBGwiezTR4mP8A8VNg4/s4032/1882%20Charles%20Edward%20Stark.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS-Zv9jE9__W0rbZ69lmQKZJqmLfc4oU7TqkTaZ4OZC2cDv-cE4g8j1ZznXxSF7N4eLu-s3y9iGrk6_RNi-H3DILBsN4aQq8KGnTYLr6eF0OmWKn__lc6OEixxx5PnK11ZDGSr1_48lTqmSuLUFEKEYpdgRXfvJ3XkEwQ7dQ2-VBGwiezTR4mP8A8VNg4/s320/1882%20Charles%20Edward%20Stark.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Charles Edward Stark<br />circa 1882</td></tr></tbody></table> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Charles Edward Stark, son of <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2021/01/part-1-charles-stark-and-wilhelmine.html">Charles Stark</a> and <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2021/01/part-2-wilhelmine-catherine-schwartz.html">Wil</a></b></span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2021/01/part-2-wilhelmine-catherine-schwartz.html">h</a></b></span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2021/01/part-2-wilhelmine-catherine-schwartz.html">elmine Catherine Schwarz</a>, was born on Taylor Avenue, Allegheny City, Allegheny County, Pennsylvania on September 23, 1880. Allegheny City was incorporated into the city of Pittsburgh and is now referred to as the North Side. </b></span><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcfb_CBaCeYEoKvbE-xutGFbdWovg37hSV2KiTGDUhL1KZZhkSIMB3CW-Z8Rw0MGwHBbug0nL9x5tJCCPGkJdhb3cmA7gz0dGqwv-io1v5jJIpfV6lixZSgYJjDCrsr6mgiu8k-xFoVvYfp9h3F6WRl7EX19hxmL7iyRpGOZfOKx5mCgBSNdB7XQ0zF0I/s3419/1880%20birth%20record.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3419" data-original-width="3022" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcfb_CBaCeYEoKvbE-xutGFbdWovg37hSV2KiTGDUhL1KZZhkSIMB3CW-Z8Rw0MGwHBbug0nL9x5tJCCPGkJdhb3cmA7gz0dGqwv-io1v5jJIpfV6lixZSgYJjDCrsr6mgiu8k-xFoVvYfp9h3F6WRl7EX19hxmL7iyRpGOZfOKx5mCgBSNdB7XQ0zF0I/s320/1880%20birth%20record.jpg" width="283" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>My grandfather's hard copy of his birth certificate is part of his father's Civil War pension file. He celebrated his birthday on September 23. Oddly, he is listed with his mother and father on the 1880 Pennsylvania census, enumerated on June 14, 1880, as age one. There has been a Stark Family story that Charles and Wilhelmine Stark had a son, Theodore, who died young. I have, to date, found no evidence of his life or death. Long story short, perhaps my maternal grandfather was a year or two older than thought. </b></span> </div><div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF2hvsmdHV9J8wPvr6b8qybtcwqNnizsdQd_dS7zrQolLp8NStretrLE7sluPPmfsUNhyphenhyphenRHCDJE39eknbrqDBezFdXcA1Se1SSFqfIQAMmnL2_zEvMDZrWivqw7W1D3m6KdDY2AlcdEAuwRtq5WNZb1ionYDx1zJAMP29E6_eowZG_doSfHDW1M97Wcw8/s1637/1884%20Stark,%20Charles%20Edward%20as%20a%20child.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1637" data-original-width="946" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF2hvsmdHV9J8wPvr6b8qybtcwqNnizsdQd_dS7zrQolLp8NStretrLE7sluPPmfsUNhyphenhyphenRHCDJE39eknbrqDBezFdXcA1Se1SSFqfIQAMmnL2_zEvMDZrWivqw7W1D3m6KdDY2AlcdEAuwRtq5WNZb1ionYDx1zJAMP29E6_eowZG_doSfHDW1M97Wcw8/s320/1884%20Stark,%20Charles%20Edward%20as%20a%20child.jpg" width="185" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Charles Edward Stark<br />Photo postcard<br />circa 1884</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> I have <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2021/01/tracking-addresses-of-charles-stark-of.html">traced the Stark family</a> around the Pittsburgh area over the years. My Grandfather Stark was born on the North Side. The family then moved to the Lawrenceville neighborhood of Pittsburgh around 1881 then back to the North Side around 1885. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3SnjrLEGvouHhUjDlZ73BAQsniA8VvOKOo8h86fqr-Rsk0F3-UhqYOMqHLqmaekrHu2X743mkji_kOS3jo6PS5B2_be1FAleFQixLjYMf6Ew12gFAsfw1q1h5q2AWTTkSOXZBWtaxX5IyPqIYUEFhObjO-1oP8_tm-6JePcEGTxUEVRt3KQPe1A6_Ta0/s461/stark%203.bmp" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="354" data-original-width="461" height="246" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3SnjrLEGvouHhUjDlZ73BAQsniA8VvOKOo8h86fqr-Rsk0F3-UhqYOMqHLqmaekrHu2X743mkji_kOS3jo6PS5B2_be1FAleFQixLjYMf6Ew12gFAsfw1q1h5q2AWTTkSOXZBWtaxX5IyPqIYUEFhObjO-1oP8_tm-6JePcEGTxUEVRt3KQPe1A6_Ta0/s320/stark%203.bmp" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Stark's Living room<br />circa 1890<br />Charles and Wilhelmine seated</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> </span><b>Charles Stark was employed as a shoe salesman and dappled in money making schemes. When the schemes were positive, the family lived well. The few precious photographs, show a very Victorian decorated apartment. I have heard there was a nanny to raise the children and a cook. My grandfather grew up in a family that would be considered privileged along with one brother and three sisters. </b></div></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> </b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">Following Charles Stark's death in 1895, the family removed to the Borough of Avalon, still in Allegheny County, Pennsylvania. </b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Typical for that time, my grandfather completed eighth grade and then entered the work force. He was forced to go to work with his father's death. He was fourteen, the oldest sibling, and bills had to be paid. </b></span> </div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-AUEmTCL6qCUzeUtbjqOivp5oL2gso0GkGMqxqpjQv9zuGrNboQDrcESvMYR9MtDHd27fkONLAmd_-2pnt6LUQh_tU_ap1SKI6oNR3HJogX7e7y2c74BxW-6VZzTpNfYofyC2gZhhNjrK8FGhGLgiLRwfgnOBM-74Jsmqr8vIbVkAhE0OqgfWg4k1fjQ/s276/1898%20The%20Pittsburgh%20Press%20Sep%208,%201898%20page%206%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="55" data-original-width="276" height="55" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-AUEmTCL6qCUzeUtbjqOivp5oL2gso0GkGMqxqpjQv9zuGrNboQDrcESvMYR9MtDHd27fkONLAmd_-2pnt6LUQh_tU_ap1SKI6oNR3HJogX7e7y2c74BxW-6VZzTpNfYofyC2gZhhNjrK8FGhGLgiLRwfgnOBM-74Jsmqr8vIbVkAhE0OqgfWg4k1fjQ/s1600/1898%20The%20Pittsburgh%20Press%20Sep%208,%201898%20page%206%20cropped.jpg" width="276" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pittsburgh Press<br />September 8, 1898<br />page 6</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> My grandfather and his brother, A.W. Stark (Alfred Walter) attended the tenth annual edition of the Pittsburgh Exposition. The headliner was John Philip Sousa and his fifty piece band.</b></span></div><div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqZHrPZbhyowKSdJKq3cSJnwOItaUn2sjYCHvMe-xWnmoHvU52srXpe6iqDr9w_JptJwK2Cveat61rLFW2WsLOFSrb37qWL8sVBqc0hioPx-9ILWmOtdMyp1RKx7UQD9744NMswdA3vIa14uggbW9dlvzwA5xNTnZwu5P3O4Ai9UyRY_ftXlODC76iFjg/s537/1899%20Pittsburgh%20City%20Directory%20Charles%20Stark%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="45" data-original-width="537" height="32" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqZHrPZbhyowKSdJKq3cSJnwOItaUn2sjYCHvMe-xWnmoHvU52srXpe6iqDr9w_JptJwK2Cveat61rLFW2WsLOFSrb37qWL8sVBqc0hioPx-9ILWmOtdMyp1RKx7UQD9744NMswdA3vIa14uggbW9dlvzwA5xNTnZwu5P3O4Ai9UyRY_ftXlODC76iFjg/w379-h32/1899%20Pittsburgh%20City%20Directory%20Charles%20Stark%20cropped.jpg" width="379" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1899 Pittsburgh City Directory<br />Clerk<br />Pittsburgh and Western Railroad</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSPau3MwrLgUfoX35hzGfyDfr4VCRw_tUt67CzVTRvflq3Sj77xBmFCbRW2KXr_cF5ucsJBl8vC31MFvnczk8AaQQTfy55G89aoVWWSMukRbfDCnTwJJGrXogFnhzaOoTxWGycd77WlsDOuXBRsonImbUZLPwNnihRkBiGOWxJnXdi2nrmFItkCxshP3w/s535/1899%20polk%20city%20directory%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="92" data-original-width="535" height="61" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSPau3MwrLgUfoX35hzGfyDfr4VCRw_tUt67CzVTRvflq3Sj77xBmFCbRW2KXr_cF5ucsJBl8vC31MFvnczk8AaQQTfy55G89aoVWWSMukRbfDCnTwJJGrXogFnhzaOoTxWGycd77WlsDOuXBRsonImbUZLPwNnihRkBiGOWxJnXdi2nrmFItkCxshP3w/w355-h61/1899%20polk%20city%20directory%20cropped.jpg" width="355" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1899 Polk Pittsburgh City Directory</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> These early Pittsburgh Directories give some insight into the late 1880's employment of my grandfather. He was apparently very gifted in math and was employed at age nineteen and perhaps earlier, as a clerk. He continued working as a clerk until his death. </b></span><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6g37yVg6EG2nBOf0VEHSHlMFPSYP2blUP9BSiclP4wZoA3Uc9YrrDR7PY0qqmtAEifKaqAb08dPqsmvkVGxYVrcG_VAYH5x8ruw3EemhIF8z6E4mYUxbCdoXX8sixHBW3KzZJL7Pj8irf23gA4m8shnojUo2PUqOTgzNDSD9wqbNpIVjKZQIg0BNbH7k/s1677/1899%20Stark,%20Charles%20Edward%20New%20Testament%20Psalms1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1677" data-original-width="1252" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6g37yVg6EG2nBOf0VEHSHlMFPSYP2blUP9BSiclP4wZoA3Uc9YrrDR7PY0qqmtAEifKaqAb08dPqsmvkVGxYVrcG_VAYH5x8ruw3EemhIF8z6E4mYUxbCdoXX8sixHBW3KzZJL7Pj8irf23gA4m8shnojUo2PUqOTgzNDSD9wqbNpIVjKZQIg0BNbH7k/s320/1899%20Stark,%20Charles%20Edward%20New%20Testament%20Psalms1.jpg" width="239" /></a></div><p></p><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBDjScT_damyiiqMwd1-MvAmfdYhoaXksdoDaIlstPm7alJPAvY0dePm6lDb0g0a0-ClehElhXSF2mObE4tdSa99NEVW7g19ojUBTIoV16daSs_YzgDK5LjInl0-oL8q4dccQweQBXUBjqbBN4KykteKaCclobGFNLY5-uWZJNaYvczPIS5Hs5sKP7ues/s2154/1899%20Stark,%20Charles%20Edward%20New%20Testament%20Psalms%20inside%20cover.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1676" data-original-width="2154" height="249" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBDjScT_damyiiqMwd1-MvAmfdYhoaXksdoDaIlstPm7alJPAvY0dePm6lDb0g0a0-ClehElhXSF2mObE4tdSa99NEVW7g19ojUBTIoV16daSs_YzgDK5LjInl0-oL8q4dccQweQBXUBjqbBN4KykteKaCclobGFNLY5-uWZJNaYvczPIS5Hs5sKP7ues/s320/1899%20Stark,%20Charles%20Edward%20New%20Testament%20Psalms%20inside%20cover.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Charles Stark<br />September 22, 1899<br />In my possession</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Perhaps an early birthday gift</b></span></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmkUitlCxCX68a-3HuHOODJFNt4GXJgM0KJFkEwKPJ-LbqWEIMESnycolVnFF_mCjAIxcPtLqfhlGnvQ_xwlu96ftLHRK3fn4cjX0ywaGKKywev00xZYH-5p0iRWk59Fx4-kVD9IAk4ixwh1IWBI-dO6D5zFjI5QH6I_IAJHsTkxaaPfObmfyNZ6SKfaM/s3608/1900%20Stark%20census%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1232" data-original-width="3608" height="109" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmkUitlCxCX68a-3HuHOODJFNt4GXJgM0KJFkEwKPJ-LbqWEIMESnycolVnFF_mCjAIxcPtLqfhlGnvQ_xwlu96ftLHRK3fn4cjX0ywaGKKywev00xZYH-5p0iRWk59Fx4-kVD9IAk4ixwh1IWBI-dO6D5zFjI5QH6I_IAJHsTkxaaPfObmfyNZ6SKfaM/s320/1900%20Stark%20census%20cropped.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1900 Pennsylvania Census<br />Avalon Brough, Allegheny County<br />June 5, 1900</td></tr></tbody></table><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Center Street, No House Number</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Stark, Wilhelmine C. Head, White, Female, Aug 1851, age 48, Widow, number of years married 24 with a slash across it, number of children 5 changed to a 6, number of children alive 5, Born in Germany, both parents born in Germany, Immigrated in 1877, 23 years in the United States, can read, write and speak English, owns a house free of mortgage</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Stark, Charles E. Son, White, Male, born September 1880, age 19, single, born in Pennsylvania, both parents born in Germany, employed as a clerk, worked 12 months, can read, write and speak English.</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Stark, Amelia B. White, Female, born July 1882, age 19, single, born in Pennsylvania, both parents born in Germany, in school 9 months, worked 12 months, can read, write and speak English.</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Stark, Alfred W. White, Male, born May 1884, age 17 single, born in Pennsylvania, both parents born in Germany, in school 9 months, can read, write and speak English.</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Stark, Lucy W. White, Female, born November 1886, age 13, single, born in Pennsylvania, both parents born in Germany, in school 9 months, can read, write and speak English.</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Stark, Dortha White, Female, born December 1888, age 11, single, born in Pennsylvania, both parents born in Germany, in school 9 months, can read, write and speak English.</b></span></p><p> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>The census does raise a few questions. </b></span> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> The number of children census question gives me some pause. It looks like it was listed that she had 5 children and 6 was written on top. I sure wish I could locate the birth or death certificate for Wilhelmine's first born, Theodore Stark. The census also lists that Wilhelmine owns the house free of mortgage. Was my grandfather, who was supporting the family, earning enough to purchase a house outright? Did Wilhelmine's European family send money to assist in supporting the Stark family which helped to purchase a house?</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZYcPq4QkNU_THSa-WmbBXGU73TPpkZQBNt6bUNqy6RoKJrXv3d_SEV6TNoWzylnfOXHkzdx4w8ANnWlIHy2xJLeEyh-dd2AXEWBjocRpO-IlwZL80c8qVKev9vhwMHXFE0TEVVPgwRbhfPTXhb5x1shwv57EbCcyPCMuZu2nB0IKWCQIpSjUYekDQaQU/s3873/IMG_8073.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3873" data-original-width="2366" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZYcPq4QkNU_THSa-WmbBXGU73TPpkZQBNt6bUNqy6RoKJrXv3d_SEV6TNoWzylnfOXHkzdx4w8ANnWlIHy2xJLeEyh-dd2AXEWBjocRpO-IlwZL80c8qVKev9vhwMHXFE0TEVVPgwRbhfPTXhb5x1shwv57EbCcyPCMuZu2nB0IKWCQIpSjUYekDQaQU/s320/IMG_8073.jpg" width="195" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Circa 1900</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700; text-align: left;"> </span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> </span></div><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyUeMv2DVAg7PfgGYBKyuKjXqApIHOOrlUR1gTDDkrybwJz5__Ld1WgcbdHuxBlgPlqDzzZuqJ0ui4hQfWcMl7L0AClW98WkekxuIh4Cjo4Y0GGGJLFQ5v8CEg_RKCNlFWhDnz9CIy-1tSyz4r2dUYBx-Pdw-A6FcnOJxaf5U62RHaECoO0w23mtPO32o/s642/1902%20Pittsburgh%20City%20Directory%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="55" data-original-width="642" height="34" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyUeMv2DVAg7PfgGYBKyuKjXqApIHOOrlUR1gTDDkrybwJz5__Ld1WgcbdHuxBlgPlqDzzZuqJ0ui4hQfWcMl7L0AClW98WkekxuIh4Cjo4Y0GGGJLFQ5v8CEg_RKCNlFWhDnz9CIy-1tSyz4r2dUYBx-Pdw-A6FcnOJxaf5U62RHaECoO0w23mtPO32o/w403-h34/1902%20Pittsburgh%20City%20Directory%20cropped.jpg" width="403" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1902 Pittsburgh City Directory</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsSrTP_3et1mRmVpDXI8-V5Fx7JWa3aGzB3paakqhPciEUT28b8Ya4goN41YzVFbIET0Yr1AV6ssISR2tzwUc88MiEZOOW9tRFEUaKPZfaKR7NWeHiWmx1YhCagEE_sYmFkynJ2LKcaawOKTnawHAf-YVkDkDVZiUycD3k2LIQ4fzI-HZT6VCaaLoYwrA/s647/1906%20Pittsburgh%20City%20Directory%20Charles%20Stark%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="67" data-original-width="647" height="41" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsSrTP_3et1mRmVpDXI8-V5Fx7JWa3aGzB3paakqhPciEUT28b8Ya4goN41YzVFbIET0Yr1AV6ssISR2tzwUc88MiEZOOW9tRFEUaKPZfaKR7NWeHiWmx1YhCagEE_sYmFkynJ2LKcaawOKTnawHAf-YVkDkDVZiUycD3k2LIQ4fzI-HZT6VCaaLoYwrA/w398-h41/1906%20Pittsburgh%20City%20Directory%20Charles%20Stark%20cropped.jpg" width="398" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1906 Pittsburgh City Directory</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Union Station in Pittsburgh, still in existence, was probably where Charles worked as a clerk for the Pittsburgh and Western Railroad. Charles worked during his early life in several different companies as a clerk. </b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"> </b></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTDssKRA0RTot3TnbgjnhSfhRe8kepXGgffRAUETTEdG55C7oU53RTAMooyWxbVDnIj8acEI7L8IU9x9QGUEm8gwCCAkBScPRsVoj_DzPPw-oBL2kS4c621SXaw-BR-50OPIEwHr7TdoafQWc27141r9s51V9PgQLS4dAoTIVrAHhtLs0OO7lKAPP0Sb8/s659/1907%20Frederick,%20Martha%20Pittsburgh%20City%20Directory%201907%20page%20311%20cropped%20twice.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="176" data-original-width="659" height="97" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTDssKRA0RTot3TnbgjnhSfhRe8kepXGgffRAUETTEdG55C7oU53RTAMooyWxbVDnIj8acEI7L8IU9x9QGUEm8gwCCAkBScPRsVoj_DzPPw-oBL2kS4c621SXaw-BR-50OPIEwHr7TdoafQWc27141r9s51V9PgQLS4dAoTIVrAHhtLs0OO7lKAPP0Sb8/w365-h97/1907%20Frederick,%20Martha%20Pittsburgh%20City%20Directory%201907%20page%20311%20cropped%20twice.jpg" width="365" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1907 Pittsburgh City Directory</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFbMgqAdfu650oNEVVkQCK8hmabC3pEjwBBYiXFGbZDNywpdwIPKNfS-yCwpfnUPKiml4sN881_8sa6vIKuYR2TRIx8mwjzNqo2wAhHffn95bQY_Amt-eO1w511RG0uW_vgPsPdIinIhBNN9IA4FokUFl_YLSNHq-i7ZtbQ3SBwLmDnd28HrwZWmQ-wr0/s524/1910%20Pittsburgh%20City%20Directory%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="40" data-original-width="524" height="30" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFbMgqAdfu650oNEVVkQCK8hmabC3pEjwBBYiXFGbZDNywpdwIPKNfS-yCwpfnUPKiml4sN881_8sa6vIKuYR2TRIx8mwjzNqo2wAhHffn95bQY_Amt-eO1w511RG0uW_vgPsPdIinIhBNN9IA4FokUFl_YLSNHq-i7ZtbQ3SBwLmDnd28HrwZWmQ-wr0/w402-h30/1910%20Pittsburgh%20City%20Directory%20cropped.jpg" width="402" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1910 Pittsburgh City Directory</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>My maternal grandparents met at work in the Frick Building, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Both were single and never married and depending when Charles began working as a clerk with the American Bridge Company in the Frick Building, they were late twenties to age thirty. </b></span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> In </b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">the early 1900's he was the chief clerk in the Traffic Department with American Bridge Company. The American Bridge Company was sold to the United States Steel Company in 1901 and became a subsidiary. </b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTpBIUd2VK6REyaMClWopsbiFVEncBBCKx0I_L1jMnknu0o9P0TbHGah7f1AJOru0Yg1NrTqbXAhCU_-eg8kL-pM-_BAsaq6qoH5wKS_pn1IczglU2lI6LnjNYjojZDnUcjA8U6BEvO1CUn2u02Voq_kggetN-hHx2_k63ftxvvVgcokx0Ac6JqQYYy0M/s2644/IMG_8078.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1797" data-original-width="2644" height="217" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTpBIUd2VK6REyaMClWopsbiFVEncBBCKx0I_L1jMnknu0o9P0TbHGah7f1AJOru0Yg1NrTqbXAhCU_-eg8kL-pM-_BAsaq6qoH5wKS_pn1IczglU2lI6LnjNYjojZDnUcjA8U6BEvO1CUn2u02Voq_kggetN-hHx2_k63ftxvvVgcokx0Ac6JqQYYy0M/s320/IMG_8078.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9WthyphenhyphenFfWP4i9qefRV4NFOjcjEmKXRBbQEQN3Qy75HBctVvSybxVF7ffy1Wn_3Ly9MX6c5nVe1E5zoOp8PX73Nki6Bg8TiE5FwNB1XttAByEgk10tKbh5qznXMZj1vcXp9B9woQoL1NTHt4I68ubC8vkkOQRHudjwOm3tVqkHcVH3PiKV6tIANCN0YBeg/s386/Stark%20Charles%20Edward%20cut%20from%20photo%20postcard%20front%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="386" data-original-width="272" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9WthyphenhyphenFfWP4i9qefRV4NFOjcjEmKXRBbQEQN3Qy75HBctVvSybxVF7ffy1Wn_3Ly9MX6c5nVe1E5zoOp8PX73Nki6Bg8TiE5FwNB1XttAByEgk10tKbh5qznXMZj1vcXp9B9woQoL1NTHt4I68ubC8vkkOQRHudjwOm3tVqkHcVH3PiKV6tIANCN0YBeg/s320/Stark%20Charles%20Edward%20cut%20from%20photo%20postcard%20front%20cropped.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp7KDfrZHGs4CRmQ8j2dMRwY-Gxn3nT-o5qBHAx2HUhD21CmOA5R-B5Td9aDVQdnnnAJiWz7WRo0zTrqX09nZiA4Favx6Yixw-V4cB1jducguWQUCSgVl3Z5nnNLbq-8a5XlQw0to-Z_oJkULGbcIQzr2aBuIdtYQeDGcL9k4Z6ziL7VwwzqEmD90JW-M/s386/Stark%20Family.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="298" data-original-width="386" height="247" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp7KDfrZHGs4CRmQ8j2dMRwY-Gxn3nT-o5qBHAx2HUhD21CmOA5R-B5Td9aDVQdnnnAJiWz7WRo0zTrqX09nZiA4Favx6Yixw-V4cB1jducguWQUCSgVl3Z5nnNLbq-8a5XlQw0to-Z_oJkULGbcIQzr2aBuIdtYQeDGcL9k4Z6ziL7VwwzqEmD90JW-M/s320/Stark%20Family.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The only people I can identify are my grandfather (tallest man)<br />and his mother lady in the dark dress sitting</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRnBIjeSrAOiaNszQgpBFQ-xlizR2rV6bzek6wH6wNI042WISXef7A21wq9MuZCgtpSd-j_MHuNDiw23dmzSTktLHj7D7Xr7jS7Q-w6G6tXfo39GKLeWBN65tTzZVk_b1oDZ5k8FbxGuHRVYlSDHB3C4_Sty8ENrxXYeGzpW8nyY4juGaagv40mulvSJs/s421/Stark,%20Wilhelmine%20and%20Charles.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="421" data-original-width="298" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRnBIjeSrAOiaNszQgpBFQ-xlizR2rV6bzek6wH6wNI042WISXef7A21wq9MuZCgtpSd-j_MHuNDiw23dmzSTktLHj7D7Xr7jS7Q-w6G6tXfo39GKLeWBN65tTzZVk_b1oDZ5k8FbxGuHRVYlSDHB3C4_Sty8ENrxXYeGzpW8nyY4juGaagv40mulvSJs/s320/Stark,%20Wilhelmine%20and%20Charles.jpg" width="227" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mother and son<br />Wilhelmine Schwarz Stark and Charles Edward Stark</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>A collection of photos of grandfather and his mother and maybe some family. A think they are circa early 1900's. I have to thank other Stark family members who graciously shared.</b></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcu3pgQYzJhKfC2IwQ_OJZuA1KNSGjwz3JpmFsqxQh6MMcfHC5QtxLc8DFUSiD88A40SXp72No1ur1ozzY88ZI-gmXEzLhYsPzSkM0T4XEIPRuNVauuCfLCKGFTZS26QGYPPGTkdXX8SFWjkJ6dSub5YNxhHtO6_-w7J23YyoYDh37CFbzSA3KVCuUi9s/s1040/1907%20wedding%20of%20emily%20stark%20pgh%20press,%20sun%20june%2023,%201907%20page%2013%20marked.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1040" data-original-width="819" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcu3pgQYzJhKfC2IwQ_OJZuA1KNSGjwz3JpmFsqxQh6MMcfHC5QtxLc8DFUSiD88A40SXp72No1ur1ozzY88ZI-gmXEzLhYsPzSkM0T4XEIPRuNVauuCfLCKGFTZS26QGYPPGTkdXX8SFWjkJ6dSub5YNxhHtO6_-w7J23YyoYDh37CFbzSA3KVCuUi9s/s320/1907%20wedding%20of%20emily%20stark%20pgh%20press,%20sun%20june%2023,%201907%20page%2013%20marked.jpg" width="252" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pittsburgh Press<br />Sunday, June 23, 1907<br />page 13<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>On June 23, 1907, Grandfather's sister, Emily Beatrice Stark married Howard Herron Miller. My grandfather gave the bride away in an intimate ceremony at the Stark's home. </b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9aHLkr880h8IpwuLhTG6ncKOqxLxDeOIf-oVpBMny9vKCnguUZ1Wf4Wj5iCsCrHwnHznO8sorj3q8wt4_ngRbnsfklymEzdiZlJyrjhxBaftYDzk0ym3oZiRgWadx7RqWOkEjBRxKz5MohPLzhrKB_90qnLmesm9Vlbov16jQUAN3ZhNEE75KxDRiABc/s808/Stark,%20Charles%20E%20sig.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="232" data-original-width="808" height="92" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9aHLkr880h8IpwuLhTG6ncKOqxLxDeOIf-oVpBMny9vKCnguUZ1Wf4Wj5iCsCrHwnHznO8sorj3q8wt4_ngRbnsfklymEzdiZlJyrjhxBaftYDzk0ym3oZiRgWadx7RqWOkEjBRxKz5MohPLzhrKB_90qnLmesm9Vlbov16jQUAN3ZhNEE75KxDRiABc/s320/Stark,%20Charles%20E%20sig.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> </span><b>Charles Stark frequently used his first two initials rather than his full name i.e. C.E. Stark My grandmother, Teek, also used Mrs. C.E. Stark. It gives me an additional challenge whenever I am looking for them in newspapers and documents.</b></div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHVCdG5gDib3xrHJgJv0t3_ON9lzxa88SXaRg9caDZjfBN-mpErve8x7s20xeuUdC6NPWdvpy0j0EBIDYq_EPISO69sirV1tST2gvss0dgVaIS3PrMorbWx2Mi9zy1OXunZfbmLPDihzKafA7WSwvOCAJh9wmDFafoKAcspVBlpAikICwKOMShSTpjHF0/s1962/1910%20530%20Marie%20Avenue.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1962" data-original-width="1374" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHVCdG5gDib3xrHJgJv0t3_ON9lzxa88SXaRg9caDZjfBN-mpErve8x7s20xeuUdC6NPWdvpy0j0EBIDYq_EPISO69sirV1tST2gvss0dgVaIS3PrMorbWx2Mi9zy1OXunZfbmLPDihzKafA7WSwvOCAJh9wmDFafoKAcspVBlpAikICwKOMShSTpjHF0/s320/1910%20530%20Marie%20Avenue.jpg" width="224" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">530 Marie Avenue<br />Avalon, Pennsylvania<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx9c3qbzcedCTfhrL0OIB2RNjwzE0O9ouFVrwNI8QokROnIVm4dPdDLpqOo8YoQDSoRq7hmp6saS8CV_yO4EQKEWzT6zhZfQLwkKtluFT7rxiLn7y9brJ7ga5bEBI4A25gA8mlxjn9NgHYAudeVWK_s0O5VaqE5fVTm37jmUHvHWc1ob8kdk9bC96EmEg/s3663/1910%20Stark%20census%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="609" data-original-width="3663" height="63" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx9c3qbzcedCTfhrL0OIB2RNjwzE0O9ouFVrwNI8QokROnIVm4dPdDLpqOo8YoQDSoRq7hmp6saS8CV_yO4EQKEWzT6zhZfQLwkKtluFT7rxiLn7y9brJ7ga5bEBI4A25gA8mlxjn9NgHYAudeVWK_s0O5VaqE5fVTm37jmUHvHWc1ob8kdk9bC96EmEg/w380-h63/1910%20Stark%20census%20cropped.jpg" width="380" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1910 Pennsylvania Census<br />Avalon Brough, Allegheny County<br />April 15, 1910<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>5</b></span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>30 Marie Avenue</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Avalon</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Stark, Wilma C., head, female, white, age 56, widow, 5 children 4 living, born in Indiana, both parents French, speaks English, can read and write, owns a house with a mortgage.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Stark, Charles E., son, male, white, age 29, single, born in Pennsylvania, both parents born in Indiana, speaks English, employed as a clerk with a Steel Works, no weeks off in 1909, can read and write.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Stark, Alfred W., son, male, white, age 25, single, born in Pennsylvania, both parents born in Indiana, speaks English, employed as a photographer in a studio, works on his own, can read and write.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Stark, Dorothy M. daughter, female, white, age 21, single, born in Pennsylvania, both parents born in Indiana, speaks English, not employed, can read and write.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQNE-IQBOvUbhEzSVeOmeEL4wQELg9QAAxRYb2og6KWOSo9u2i7ul11sQGD7jmpl_KMF_QMk5ThaLXevf5oPlnh1LBsIV5zTBP8mIwWHkNH4tZ7G48TGUZUTzf3JLblZhQpyOs4QBNu24Fz2hL7PujDA-gEI8D8AKB6RuWgoCBO9rkIiFZX80z9wfT-xY/s2765/1910%20joined%20masons.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="442" data-original-width="2765" height="51" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQNE-IQBOvUbhEzSVeOmeEL4wQELg9QAAxRYb2og6KWOSo9u2i7ul11sQGD7jmpl_KMF_QMk5ThaLXevf5oPlnh1LBsIV5zTBP8mIwWHkNH4tZ7G48TGUZUTzf3JLblZhQpyOs4QBNu24Fz2hL7PujDA-gEI8D8AKB6RuWgoCBO9rkIiFZX80z9wfT-xY/s320/1910%20joined%20masons.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy2f5pOyjuwVkfeKeDVKz5B2Pjy7JrPRghwvwdeyO8ecdoMT7dIolOYyvCeWNYbnrLoIJecxiV5ESoWRzzxPUqRp66bXnagt0Kad-9ozqZNU17V25zIB5krGHi5MTMioBZaCzBkiVe6G6ghcMyH5-q1YOQQExnklcVvIc12GElEXtNookXOSpdVSuMuWU/s2314/1910%20masons%20when%20joined.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="495" data-original-width="2314" height="68" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy2f5pOyjuwVkfeKeDVKz5B2Pjy7JrPRghwvwdeyO8ecdoMT7dIolOYyvCeWNYbnrLoIJecxiV5ESoWRzzxPUqRp66bXnagt0Kad-9ozqZNU17V25zIB5krGHi5MTMioBZaCzBkiVe6G6ghcMyH5-q1YOQQExnklcVvIc12GElEXtNookXOSpdVSuMuWU/s320/1910%20masons%20when%20joined.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Charles Edward Stark joined the Allegheny Lodge Number 223 of the Free and Accepted Masons on December 12, 1910. He was a member until his death in 1945. His father, <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2010/01/treasure-chest-thursday-charles-stark.html">Charles Stark</a> was also a member of this lodge. </span></div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpkZ82526zP0HIej3j6KtP2gdcMrQf1gSRi_CqWnBquKcpRh1UWZxf_R4wfpiEUrZkKeVqW8sQPPd2_Cnr-8mbXUuCveaF0na58FjxBOILjQsMOBz8XttQErPaSOJZIrYqRGIDKmha7Ng9syq0lQBQAHWdneUbqnMsPZte5SfoUrH8Ro7DfjnK0b_xSow/s529/1912%20Pittsburgh%20City%20Directory%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="40" data-original-width="529" height="24" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpkZ82526zP0HIej3j6KtP2gdcMrQf1gSRi_CqWnBquKcpRh1UWZxf_R4wfpiEUrZkKeVqW8sQPPd2_Cnr-8mbXUuCveaF0na58FjxBOILjQsMOBz8XttQErPaSOJZIrYqRGIDKmha7Ng9syq0lQBQAHWdneUbqnMsPZte5SfoUrH8Ro7DfjnK0b_xSow/s320/1912%20Pittsburgh%20City%20Directory%20cropped.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1910 Pittsburgh City Directory</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8y8iYBbzGbSnAvbUh3k_iK1bHVJcx5V4ce3DXChKFg0EdPWxpnez3Wl1A5HzjM8yo1FEG0tUg-yHOET3zIGpLrv4xEPkSndXC8TPtXs5b1lEnYtxJDa9o9muL5sBYdRVPBGQ55-biMUgY6wUi74lZ03Y2f57ftqUKOwq1Ai1MHfqhMHEnxGtF3jpFYtw/s524/1910%20Pittsburgh%20City%20Directory%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="40" data-original-width="524" height="24" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8y8iYBbzGbSnAvbUh3k_iK1bHVJcx5V4ce3DXChKFg0EdPWxpnez3Wl1A5HzjM8yo1FEG0tUg-yHOET3zIGpLrv4xEPkSndXC8TPtXs5b1lEnYtxJDa9o9muL5sBYdRVPBGQ55-biMUgY6wUi74lZ03Y2f57ftqUKOwq1Ai1MHfqhMHEnxGtF3jpFYtw/s320/1910%20Pittsburgh%20City%20Directory%20cropped.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1912 Pittsburgh City Directory</td></tr></tbody></table><br /> </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEQKRIlZ22ITkO2sa0kCl0oTRwyFKUvP9NHNb-SGpcrxvSltdtasY6Hn67g3zsH-kC12vf49DJImB5F1_Nv36v8NMOezXmqvmVpuA9KrgU0QrNVfHFaWlBr13eHZ_7sPIq58Sm1igno0V14yE7k9XJ5bNHx_puIIzy8znAG5LVRsXNoDOKS4Evmgj3B_Y/s478/1913%20Pittsburgh%20City%20Directory%20Charles%20Stark%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="36" data-original-width="478" height="24" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEQKRIlZ22ITkO2sa0kCl0oTRwyFKUvP9NHNb-SGpcrxvSltdtasY6Hn67g3zsH-kC12vf49DJImB5F1_Nv36v8NMOezXmqvmVpuA9KrgU0QrNVfHFaWlBr13eHZ_7sPIq58Sm1igno0V14yE7k9XJ5bNHx_puIIzy8znAG5LVRsXNoDOKS4Evmgj3B_Y/s320/1913%20Pittsburgh%20City%20Directory%20Charles%20Stark%20cropped.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1913 Pittsburgh City Directory<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdqK6ne6O6kcM0Q4lu8XVT6KgSGdP8jOza9i293hzv584mR-pJdkFApZhnAx3MINyqPDLLCSTYsaa2NM_n0zQeZK9cTs3ZVgQPkLp25IRIGg4B2SBOYZk6AmmS0Cr3HqM4MSSHZ3f9-hFOy6jzHH4-iUuS6EjMKIE5sbEH9X-r9XgkjHELoI7qj8zJLc4/s1924/engangment%20ring1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1424" data-original-width="1924" height="155" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdqK6ne6O6kcM0Q4lu8XVT6KgSGdP8jOza9i293hzv584mR-pJdkFApZhnAx3MINyqPDLLCSTYsaa2NM_n0zQeZK9cTs3ZVgQPkLp25IRIGg4B2SBOYZk6AmmS0Cr3HqM4MSSHZ3f9-hFOy6jzHH4-iUuS6EjMKIE5sbEH9X-r9XgkjHELoI7qj8zJLc4/w209-h155/engangment%20ring1.jpg" width="209" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>My maternal grandparents met at work. What date they actually met and began to date is unknown: however they did become engaged and were married. My grandmother's engagement ring was worn by my mother after her mother's death and she gave it to me as a birthday gift on my 50th birthday. It is a beautiful setting with hearts in the gallery and a one caret mine cut diamond. </b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbjdSIhIYbtnYrpEbCEWKk8XKMYPDfoiQq3y0SrWGZZ2NyNqHAQ7kH043U1sVxxKTI1DpAeDF1NXEJM_Qx42jLQEEdXFsqSiauhr9KkO9Dse8crCfclk6LACWyP_G9m7UkSv_95VVJ_-hsoOmIu8HUc6OKPGCfq5HsZxUbcyzMjergxwdwCgC0778EyJc/s815/1914%20pgh%20press%20tues%20june%209,%201914.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="99" data-original-width="815" height="39" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbjdSIhIYbtnYrpEbCEWKk8XKMYPDfoiQq3y0SrWGZZ2NyNqHAQ7kH043U1sVxxKTI1DpAeDF1NXEJM_Qx42jLQEEdXFsqSiauhr9KkO9Dse8crCfclk6LACWyP_G9m7UkSv_95VVJ_-hsoOmIu8HUc6OKPGCfq5HsZxUbcyzMjergxwdwCgC0778EyJc/s320/1914%20pgh%20press%20tues%20june%209,%201914.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Marriage Licenses<br />Pittsburgh Press<br />Tuesday, June 9, 1914</span></td></tr></tbody></table></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5q94vPxFJjQytJ6Yk80hRVqjwYB7dnrkb7zMYcPxEMBaL8PkhvRGI77Ao3GtJBH_qo6Lh1BkW-ng1NQlAsMFj4uV5KJ9OWRrFUW8MuY7rDBhr2w06t44BuBUL3RNH13w3hNcwXH3zgaFwLTQpfRKeGu0GNLC0yOHG9pLHyCmo7raDP-Ly7pN107YxxfI/s3779/1914%20wedding%20book%201.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3779" data-original-width="2746" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5q94vPxFJjQytJ6Yk80hRVqjwYB7dnrkb7zMYcPxEMBaL8PkhvRGI77Ao3GtJBH_qo6Lh1BkW-ng1NQlAsMFj4uV5KJ9OWRrFUW8MuY7rDBhr2w06t44BuBUL3RNH13w3hNcwXH3zgaFwLTQpfRKeGu0GNLC0yOHG9pLHyCmo7raDP-Ly7pN107YxxfI/s320/1914%20wedding%20book%201.jpg" width="233" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d;"> <span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>I am fortunate to have the wedding book. My grandparents, Charles Edward Stark and <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2024/01/witness-to-history.html">Martha Marie Frederick</a>, were married on Wednesday, June 10, 1914 at Trinity Church, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania by Episcopalian minister, Rev. I. Frederic Jones. Charles brother, <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2015/04/alfred-walter-stark-photographer.html">Alfred Walter Stark</a> and Martha's sister, <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2021/04/edna-mercedes-frederick-zeigler-gween.html">Edna Frederick Zeigler</a> were witnesses. My grandmother was age thirty-four and my grandfather was age thirty-three, just three months shy of his thirty-fourth birthday.</b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCL3P6Mlvw0gt-Dt0kOiPc0WTVfu8X4K5PjJj3_QLS_weVVpJ_zQf-WSKMaSHgmHnfwdyh3343iyaaWxohu6_3FQcSOYrb-NfHCHxQGkthvIAtdtFSyneNnDKeq2ApFq6i-QOd8QkxjgG8KPQBXXsVGeNXYr1X4ARZitG6GsrbMr5fGIWDCYavQyYQMCs/s617/stark%20family%20reunion%201named.tif" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="430" data-original-width="617" height="223" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCL3P6Mlvw0gt-Dt0kOiPc0WTVfu8X4K5PjJj3_QLS_weVVpJ_zQf-WSKMaSHgmHnfwdyh3343iyaaWxohu6_3FQcSOYrb-NfHCHxQGkthvIAtdtFSyneNnDKeq2ApFq6i-QOd8QkxjgG8KPQBXXsVGeNXYr1X4ARZitG6GsrbMr5fGIWDCYavQyYQMCs/s320/stark%20family%20reunion%201named.tif" width="320" /></a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b> </b></span></span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>There is a page and a half of family and friends who attended the ceremony. I believe this is a photograph of the wedding. I recognize some of the women from old photos my grandmother saved. The photographer is Alfred Walter Stark. It is an 8x10 black and white. I have not been able to identify any of my grandmother's Frederick family other than her father, my maternal great grandfather, <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2021/04/alfred-f-frederick-and-lucinda-bell-orr.html">Alfred Frederick</a>.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>******************************</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> I felt this new little piece of history was necessary to add. I wanted to research the minister that married my grandparents and to be certain I read his name correctly. <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/140815740/isaac-frederic-jones">Rev Isaac Frederic Jones</a> removed from the Pittsburgh area, serving in several churches before taking a pastorate at St. Paul's Episcopal Church in Marion, Ohio. </b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiacgwRKYqgDqsTEBxa2yuhVIhet5P3o-lY33hZ6tZZzM7wgjwixHkFmn1NnrWbdt-3dJQ9noPExTOWNaMNxn14SA57iJ3cxN9jrvJfNFH22qgSIJYcYm5l02RXNv_DZXK_3v4BXj2GskBS-yTSgpIIkMB0kfmJau2_kIHkRRZYt6E6EA3xWStOQKdiloc/s556/1923%20harding_death%20akron%20beacon%20journal%20august%203%201923%20page%2017%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="352" data-original-width="556" height="203" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiacgwRKYqgDqsTEBxa2yuhVIhet5P3o-lY33hZ6tZZzM7wgjwixHkFmn1NnrWbdt-3dJQ9noPExTOWNaMNxn14SA57iJ3cxN9jrvJfNFH22qgSIJYcYm5l02RXNv_DZXK_3v4BXj2GskBS-yTSgpIIkMB0kfmJau2_kIHkRRZYt6E6EA3xWStOQKdiloc/s320/1923%20harding_death%20akron%20beacon%20journal%20august%203%201923%20page%2017%20cropped.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Akron Beacon Journal<br />August 3, 1923<br />page 17</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Rev Isaac Frederic Jones performed the requiem service for the deceased President Warren G. Harding in his hometown of Marion, Ohio. I wonder if my grandparents had any idea that their marriage minister was nine years later performing a funeral service for the current President of the United States.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman";"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>My apologies for my digression.</b></span></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>*****************************</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> </b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">I have no idea if Charles and Martha went on a honeymoon following the wedding day. I do know, from photographs, they did enjoy traveling, so perhaps they took the usual honeymoon trip to Niagara Falls.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY-cs0TefLjNG4VyZkFhH3WeePiUQcln5C_vYpaFG4l3Ce6CFhlE2FUASVbcoWxZDZ8yBh40O1YvSaE4iE4cLV9TEAxmDs8KxoKMxw3apgBVvUJo-6o-eO5OCw3O2NRRB67mX9HFBcxFscv2Vg7UxAJq3VKzrJPchNHiC4W9LXhBdueKFszLK4HH3oU70/s583/1915%20Pittsburgh%20City%20Directory%20Charles%20Stark%20copy.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="44" data-original-width="583" height="24" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY-cs0TefLjNG4VyZkFhH3WeePiUQcln5C_vYpaFG4l3Ce6CFhlE2FUASVbcoWxZDZ8yBh40O1YvSaE4iE4cLV9TEAxmDs8KxoKMxw3apgBVvUJo-6o-eO5OCw3O2NRRB67mX9HFBcxFscv2Vg7UxAJq3VKzrJPchNHiC4W9LXhBdueKFszLK4HH3oU70/s320/1915%20Pittsburgh%20City%20Directory%20Charles%20Stark%20copy.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1915 Pittsburgh City Directory<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>By 1917 they set up their household in an apartment at 4104 Perrysville Avenue, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. My grandmother never was employed outside the house for the remainder of her life. Charles continued to be employed as the Chief Clerk in the Traffic Department for United States Steel the American Bridge Division. </b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi38h3Tpp6CQds3_dTR890xRgkPPjYH2ExNGhFGy9PK4XUxraBSmWSg1QvbwJo1RMGvrVVCGt-8Rwaf3QeMRi8BLeZ9h8zbPZma403MeTnfefJuz6cr_6fzFak2Bm6EHLrEzdu6P4hBHyNUcBxecI9fegfcBiGfRFWGa19kSGNk7dnZgpI3AbLuA99j950/s3655/IMG_8065.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3655" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi38h3Tpp6CQds3_dTR890xRgkPPjYH2ExNGhFGy9PK4XUxraBSmWSg1QvbwJo1RMGvrVVCGt-8Rwaf3QeMRi8BLeZ9h8zbPZma403MeTnfefJuz6cr_6fzFak2Bm6EHLrEzdu6P4hBHyNUcBxecI9fegfcBiGfRFWGa19kSGNk7dnZgpI3AbLuA99j950/s320/IMG_8065.jpg" width="265" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgozTRoUQTWHhtGiIiGJX25On36n63iSq5-yM7s4BEaaq5CfOaGyUZoYFDHwEnUEucXMiT1Oxj5lYwqVurN1xLJ0U0WgP0nq5m4hOcotwUqvWM0PBLhBkBpSRJZK2V3LFmF6kTzFEzuk0YDG5ToIMfMHrXEKWuOtKSI81NIpCO-juxBwRRD22oirrWmdnA/s2637/IMG_8068.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2637" data-original-width="2215" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgozTRoUQTWHhtGiIiGJX25On36n63iSq5-yM7s4BEaaq5CfOaGyUZoYFDHwEnUEucXMiT1Oxj5lYwqVurN1xLJ0U0WgP0nq5m4hOcotwUqvWM0PBLhBkBpSRJZK2V3LFmF6kTzFEzuk0YDG5ToIMfMHrXEKWuOtKSI81NIpCO-juxBwRRD22oirrWmdnA/s320/IMG_8068.jpg" width="269" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> I think these may be photos taken at a time following my grandparents wedding. Pictured are Charles and Martha Stark, Wilhelmine Schwarz Stark and perhaps Frances</span><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Stark (Alfred's wife). My guess is that Alfred Walter Stark took the photos. Even out on a walk, Charles is in a coat and tie. Women are in long dresses. </span></div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> </b></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFPdhJGCBDaveVoPXn8kESWlkxN_P9KB4aa_5u7cR_Be7ieCPT2fZzrbCAMaMzDA32sqixQAPSLDpshCFLJA9Br6_nsn4AOS87IXR0eFbnupIY-QKoP9IxUlv4hIC1BXUZA1q_Bt6QBNaQbl97cuhB5kg-r5bw8fqhTd9Ln-XE7nq3ooAiuIrI1ZMXSm4/s2436/1920%20Stark%20census%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="476" data-original-width="2436" height="70" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFPdhJGCBDaveVoPXn8kESWlkxN_P9KB4aa_5u7cR_Be7ieCPT2fZzrbCAMaMzDA32sqixQAPSLDpshCFLJA9Br6_nsn4AOS87IXR0eFbnupIY-QKoP9IxUlv4hIC1BXUZA1q_Bt6QBNaQbl97cuhB5kg-r5bw8fqhTd9Ln-XE7nq3ooAiuIrI1ZMXSm4/w358-h70/1920%20Stark%20census%20cropped.jpg" width="358" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1920 Pennsylvania Census<br />Pittsburgh, Allegheny County<br />January 3, 1920</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>4101 Perrysville Avenue</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>2nd floor apartment</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Stark, C.E., head, male, white, renting apartment, age 39, married, can read and write, born in Pennsylvania, father born in Germany and mother tongue was German, mother born in England and mother tongue is English, can speak English, employed at American Bridge Company, a wage earner.</b></span></span></div><div><span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Stark, Martha, wife, female, white, age 38, married, can read and write, born in Ohio, both parents born in Ohio, not employed, can speak English.</b></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> I do have to mention here, I always have a chuckle when I see my my maternal great grandmother's birth information on the census reports over the decades. It stretches from Germany, to Indiana and now England. Fact of the matter is she was born in the Alsace-Lorraine area when it was German. She spoke both German and French; however told grandchildren, and perhaps her own children that she was French.</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiuBg2id0wwvQpJ33uv82Ik82NBtD9tcPcb2DPZ9mz-uXGaunKLt8pL8Byyk5bRphSJNe6zossEkr4APFw7vRHD-e_ti1DN-ZBJDpimLcV0Z_ai6s7BGuzJXNXee240dCSrJvWw6lXAiAI6EF2vU302Ng5ph4AQMo86_m4BzIBae5I38W4Z8umC7y-AOk/s1048/1921%20Hughes,%20Martha%20Stark%20birth%20announcement.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="608" data-original-width="1048" height="153" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiuBg2id0wwvQpJ33uv82Ik82NBtD9tcPcb2DPZ9mz-uXGaunKLt8pL8Byyk5bRphSJNe6zossEkr4APFw7vRHD-e_ti1DN-ZBJDpimLcV0Z_ai6s7BGuzJXNXee240dCSrJvWw6lXAiAI6EF2vU302Ng5ph4AQMo86_m4BzIBae5I38W4Z8umC7y-AOk/w264-h153/1921%20Hughes,%20Martha%20Stark%20birth%20announcement.jpg" width="264" /></a></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz-0OB6lT1PpcBxTtS7-7gmvF5dSGCkTuSxc_kTdnEzxEMELgFoKEuXbPndKgrDC_DLpG-Y71uOPS2ChfCZREHpCrmmrcDDoQ9iJaJTiE1O0YBONHuVyMjW9CJMLx9Cc5uaBYxfyUhKHuLMEZqyMV3aZaLct_YmeE8xAz0XCsFG8gUHleEd4HWVmKfd-w/s2052/1921%20Hughes,%20Martha%20Stark%20birth%20announcement%20inside.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="596" data-original-width="2052" height="107" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz-0OB6lT1PpcBxTtS7-7gmvF5dSGCkTuSxc_kTdnEzxEMELgFoKEuXbPndKgrDC_DLpG-Y71uOPS2ChfCZREHpCrmmrcDDoQ9iJaJTiE1O0YBONHuVyMjW9CJMLx9Cc5uaBYxfyUhKHuLMEZqyMV3aZaLct_YmeE8xAz0XCsFG8gUHleEd4HWVmKfd-w/w367-h107/1921%20Hughes,%20Martha%20Stark%20birth%20announcement%20inside.jpg" width="367" /></a></div><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Charles and Martha Stark welcomed my mother, Martha Jean Stark on December 4, 1921. She was born at 2:20 a.m. weighing in at 6 3/4 pounds at Presbyterian Hospital on the North Side of Pittsburgh. The Starks were both forty-one years old at her birth. I have to imagine that my grandmother was uncomfortable during the pregnancy since she suffered from rheumatoid arthritis. Also following her pregnancy, she lost all of her hair. She wore a wig, then called a transformation, until the 1960's. </b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjliq3yqpBGy_UYNGE7aZWY8uJEm62EBNmUbcQk3uSPC9fc1PK3OBxI97y_aelOgq4ovi6vHAYyCga0kd3aQEnj1UORtsjZTLOOOTKPIoSsALSZ0LevjHjwr1lxdDMhxK1l1iJZjLKuG11-EXIO3X9wc1Jp9fw6v4rou77HkC4iMX3PkuubKMZcR0mQoLc/s882/1922%20Hughes,%20Martha%20Stark%20at%20age%203%20months--1922%20with%20her%20Dad.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="882" data-original-width="552" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjliq3yqpBGy_UYNGE7aZWY8uJEm62EBNmUbcQk3uSPC9fc1PK3OBxI97y_aelOgq4ovi6vHAYyCga0kd3aQEnj1UORtsjZTLOOOTKPIoSsALSZ0LevjHjwr1lxdDMhxK1l1iJZjLKuG11-EXIO3X9wc1Jp9fw6v4rou77HkC4iMX3PkuubKMZcR0mQoLc/s320/1922%20Hughes,%20Martha%20Stark%20at%20age%203%20months--1922%20with%20her%20Dad.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Father and Daughter<br />March 1922<br />3 months old</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpqjOumaiM-1IVfVtrBqEBc1lpTN_0nu7xtsedY-EXHF5fBkuPFvTvdNErCDUf2OBk8EgZifOp8DACd5Y1cw3mzoaQLIm1L3iZw_rem6gRlGqG2Fod8MjPcj32UhSz7Wczxa4jswzRTl5bf8nt2sBrOENNfJTrLAKRDgI7B8OvIH9EF9RygsqmoZ_OyG8/s1786/1922.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1786" data-original-width="1385" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpqjOumaiM-1IVfVtrBqEBc1lpTN_0nu7xtsedY-EXHF5fBkuPFvTvdNErCDUf2OBk8EgZifOp8DACd5Y1cw3mzoaQLIm1L3iZw_rem6gRlGqG2Fod8MjPcj32UhSz7Wczxa4jswzRTl5bf8nt2sBrOENNfJTrLAKRDgI7B8OvIH9EF9RygsqmoZ_OyG8/s320/1922.jpg" width="248" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Charles and Martha Jean<br />1922</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEcAcSMq_xrWxR1siwz9KMEJx0ZjKb2yug_SqfukVw5ifz-vK1OQqwanWVmNf694j7NJEKoPFLhXJnmF2-ApfRS7hD6mZtveB3lX_rKbkzHJpBzZM-zl49VEdbNH_bv0veAAwwv1-mgMSrIikpwKiua3ooach6YvGMEikA-0SH6JByoZofCqZ7c7ksumQ/s2577/1922%20family.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2407" data-original-width="2577" height="299" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEcAcSMq_xrWxR1siwz9KMEJx0ZjKb2yug_SqfukVw5ifz-vK1OQqwanWVmNf694j7NJEKoPFLhXJnmF2-ApfRS7hD6mZtveB3lX_rKbkzHJpBzZM-zl49VEdbNH_bv0veAAwwv1-mgMSrIikpwKiua3ooach6YvGMEikA-0SH6JByoZofCqZ7c7ksumQ/s320/1922%20family.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Charles Edward Stark Family<br />1922</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU-TuW5bZHn6DliZJlHnI5kqDcu_O46EQe-vvTHTBY6MSKoMqdi7Ts6soq1nDUJJoeBf7jOyQbypq5Tv8_-s-f0HfMYDAaXFwDpi2Z1ny_it-_YxGJpGEiayv1AH5Uxx53RIt00gGssyCELoQ1PB7cvDok_kbzbg83kE2-lf6sOHeYDibMZuXGCOtlW2k/s2356/611%20California%20Avenue.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2356" data-original-width="1840" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU-TuW5bZHn6DliZJlHnI5kqDcu_O46EQe-vvTHTBY6MSKoMqdi7Ts6soq1nDUJJoeBf7jOyQbypq5Tv8_-s-f0HfMYDAaXFwDpi2Z1ny_it-_YxGJpGEiayv1AH5Uxx53RIt00gGssyCELoQ1PB7cvDok_kbzbg83kE2-lf6sOHeYDibMZuXGCOtlW2k/s320/611%20California%20Avenue.jpg" width="250" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">611 California Avenue<br />Avalon, Pennsylvania</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>The Starks moved to this apartment some time after their daughter's birth. Mom told me they lived in this home until she began ninth grade, which would be the summer of 1935. When the Starks lived in this house, it was a single family home. It has since been divided into several apartments</b></span>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyYpBFhOM0GBNCLEAEJuafZihx0lp1kQJOx0zslNhmnQL4KYNuGjwskseUahegPJU2jsKuzE5qMUMKxxaZJSWQVP_OSANa0odiC5E36_dFlREHKuriDl0xt3zZ4tFsChAvAj0-J2IEePRYj323Iwi42B7Qlv6hZvx9H2LeZMiedpvqgq-S6RgwRxE82H4/s2300/1925%20Cedar%20Point.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2300" data-original-width="1448" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyYpBFhOM0GBNCLEAEJuafZihx0lp1kQJOx0zslNhmnQL4KYNuGjwskseUahegPJU2jsKuzE5qMUMKxxaZJSWQVP_OSANa0odiC5E36_dFlREHKuriDl0xt3zZ4tFsChAvAj0-J2IEePRYj323Iwi42B7Qlv6hZvx9H2LeZMiedpvqgq-S6RgwRxE82H4/s320/1925%20Cedar%20Point.jpg" width="201" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1925<br />Cedar Point, Sandusky, Ohio</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC4K9s8-GpTBSpvCCpjtq_W6tLazK9YQ0_gOg8UyMfpOA_oysZ8p7b5Bi-pFijhENjKKpvDLP4VhZkFGLiQ4_OTK39KIEd8ijSiPaDWdXxERRT6Xtj-rKRodgj2rrMYuNRyTsdF5dA5R4XedtwRb5Jyelz9Z2-NBPUjsO0ZZ9N0PHQmA05wCzWozFcw44/s2381/1926%20kennywood.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1903" data-original-width="2381" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC4K9s8-GpTBSpvCCpjtq_W6tLazK9YQ0_gOg8UyMfpOA_oysZ8p7b5Bi-pFijhENjKKpvDLP4VhZkFGLiQ4_OTK39KIEd8ijSiPaDWdXxERRT6Xtj-rKRodgj2rrMYuNRyTsdF5dA5R4XedtwRb5Jyelz9Z2-NBPUjsO0ZZ9N0PHQmA05wCzWozFcw44/s320/1926%20kennywood.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1926<br />Kennywood Park</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWmfzNJMqeADXCY1RH1W8W1dzFUZWRrpDZfTq8q6uqWZPsV4jBfz_2tfVDYG6M1s0PrUtopeO_YkDELcg0nHVM_7JI6tx7ThBFVR1rAOoI3pJdWPrLlRI90QyoURu65nb7DPz9nrqPVMmz4arKV3F2ty9HOoYZ3PNIHMqhV0LcsxPy8ANevc7iGTqRn70/s1517/1927.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1517" data-original-width="503" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWmfzNJMqeADXCY1RH1W8W1dzFUZWRrpDZfTq8q6uqWZPsV4jBfz_2tfVDYG6M1s0PrUtopeO_YkDELcg0nHVM_7JI6tx7ThBFVR1rAOoI3pJdWPrLlRI90QyoURu65nb7DPz9nrqPVMmz4arKV3F2ty9HOoYZ3PNIHMqhV0LcsxPy8ANevc7iGTqRn70/s320/1927.jpg" width="106" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1927</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijz8XpASuogoYTsXDwNLrhJRZBwgF-Gnboje8bBro-o88McKDnN0tBqVFnIJ3J42gXSsKLvxdtDkt_AsqrHEP9r69qEQx7wH0wK2cTsVMkwZc1itm3lm835-GsiqzsHlsvAG8vMC1ToYYVUzznnrcahYzyuIW9avdddbvgtvKZEfxiCEsLNyY82_8s2bs/s2388/1928%20trip.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1558" data-original-width="2388" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijz8XpASuogoYTsXDwNLrhJRZBwgF-Gnboje8bBro-o88McKDnN0tBqVFnIJ3J42gXSsKLvxdtDkt_AsqrHEP9r69qEQx7wH0wK2cTsVMkwZc1itm3lm835-GsiqzsHlsvAG8vMC1ToYYVUzznnrcahYzyuIW9avdddbvgtvKZEfxiCEsLNyY82_8s2bs/s320/1928%20trip.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1928<br /><a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2009/11/smile-for-camera-18th-edition-travel.html">Grand Vacation</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>A 1920 photo dump covering some vacations. Charles was a good wage earner and provided his family with a large home, which he rented, nice vacations and clothes. </b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: verdana; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOTYxk5JKrBAOiQatpnDtM7DBx3IrA2sS_FRt8XazX5MdfyeNdGfgcTjIuWZ6C1ZKHiR4KLdyq2ATrfRRiI-x_WRCtqEofjAnnrwYQ1eQkhwxpcylif-CA1gOonB1PLWhKjmDhItCkDBDNVlRXUXYUKrvMUu_LL4D8Z0zFh9yypEAaTFYNwvhNjOUC578/s618/1929%20Pittsburgh%20City%20Directory%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="47" data-original-width="618" height="37" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOTYxk5JKrBAOiQatpnDtM7DBx3IrA2sS_FRt8XazX5MdfyeNdGfgcTjIuWZ6C1ZKHiR4KLdyq2ATrfRRiI-x_WRCtqEofjAnnrwYQ1eQkhwxpcylif-CA1gOonB1PLWhKjmDhItCkDBDNVlRXUXYUKrvMUu_LL4D8Z0zFh9yypEAaTFYNwvhNjOUC578/w373-h37/1929%20Pittsburgh%20City%20Directory%20cropped.jpg" width="373" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">1929 Pittsburgh City Directory</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> </span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Th</b></span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>roughout the 1920's he continued to be employed by American Bridge as the chief clerk in the Traffic Department.</b></span> </div><div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9y5DNFhlYOv5vajH6hxo2jIp64Yb4z2l66aR0EK7-sWtMOnwMhhWF8BQTYmbn-xBHr9DHYMeinxNVhIf7ztcWQuCLD8dr4xYUAXIkaSbKP6qjvJrEPqjhUh9MRoegC2Qy4mp8rb3roMSCBI0-xuPsb_dNqObAoVo4RkW-qPVfvmO2UfdvmeLu84Emjgw/s708/greenstone%20church.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="708" data-original-width="470" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9y5DNFhlYOv5vajH6hxo2jIp64Yb4z2l66aR0EK7-sWtMOnwMhhWF8BQTYmbn-xBHr9DHYMeinxNVhIf7ztcWQuCLD8dr4xYUAXIkaSbKP6qjvJrEPqjhUh9MRoegC2Qy4mp8rb3roMSCBI0-xuPsb_dNqObAoVo4RkW-qPVfvmO2UfdvmeLu84Emjgw/s320/greenstone%20church.jpg" width="212" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Bellevue Methodist Episcopal Church<br />now known as Greenstone Methodist Church</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj7L17ql-ACDFcCz0yccRRwoFXE5ORoCZxPvUIAC7HBtlXKyEA7eJBOpS8yhQyqfLUVeQ9dGssiAcZC3UlutPgd56bAgy5bE3E_4hhb1XqoXOK72cLdED7V9xu4vF3XDa6wIE8LegaUGLIN5mbgjaI0Q3Y0aZp4pa_gsxCEJHwCiGO-JaOe0ndtd7cvNM/s1556/Stark,%20Charles%20Edward%20inside%20the%20Psalms%20verses.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1556" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj7L17ql-ACDFcCz0yccRRwoFXE5ORoCZxPvUIAC7HBtlXKyEA7eJBOpS8yhQyqfLUVeQ9dGssiAcZC3UlutPgd56bAgy5bE3E_4hhb1XqoXOK72cLdED7V9xu4vF3XDa6wIE8LegaUGLIN5mbgjaI0Q3Y0aZp4pa_gsxCEJHwCiGO-JaOe0ndtd7cvNM/s320/Stark,%20Charles%20Edward%20inside%20the%20Psalms%20verses.jpg" width="206" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">My Grandfather's hand written Bible passages<br />Found inside his New Testament Bible</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: verdana; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgaLMQPsbkLDNco1Qh9xjN16SEekfRBKQiOjqg0DnHdkyW8KQKjsHKApw7nw-zkb7LzEHKk_jM_HqXys1E2ABB73imZv65IGc3uGoKdx5CiZ8mkzXwXClUGKseMWMevqh80iFuYK5fzbpadS_0xBJqi0GNO7mVoCiUXBDjKhBVJFO3e1rh7fhEGMKFEXc/s588/1929%20bible%20officer%20pgh%20sun%20telegraph%20sat%20may%2025%201929%20page%2013.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="505" data-original-width="588" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgaLMQPsbkLDNco1Qh9xjN16SEekfRBKQiOjqg0DnHdkyW8KQKjsHKApw7nw-zkb7LzEHKk_jM_HqXys1E2ABB73imZv65IGc3uGoKdx5CiZ8mkzXwXClUGKseMWMevqh80iFuYK5fzbpadS_0xBJqi0GNO7mVoCiUXBDjKhBVJFO3e1rh7fhEGMKFEXc/s320/1929%20bible%20officer%20pgh%20sun%20telegraph%20sat%20may%2025%201929%20page%2013.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Pittsburgh Sun Telegraph</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Saturday, May 25, 1929</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">page 13</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">My grandfather was a very religious man and one of his main community involvements was within the church community. My mother said her family was a member of Bellevue Methodist Episcopal Church (now known as Greenstone Methodist Church). Her father was very active at church. He also served as the treasurer for many years.</span></b><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinsLgdAE7efY4G8Jzat_gNeJhvEYTYGcy73EnjYBWi-2Oq4igrzY2IdVU_XpAUJkd2MGKaJas9dVUZOzvk6XO6BtyqmQKmyTIFsns7PMxTehtSXJjDC3-2XSpALPrGBr0TPJRiO-HilOdtujjL1jBlTHYhkWHnQAcA1FznlUO-ZrlcywR4Zn7PqWU0jkc/s639/Silent%20Shepherd%20signature.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="581" data-original-width="639" height="291" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinsLgdAE7efY4G8Jzat_gNeJhvEYTYGcy73EnjYBWi-2Oq4igrzY2IdVU_XpAUJkd2MGKaJas9dVUZOzvk6XO6BtyqmQKmyTIFsns7PMxTehtSXJjDC3-2XSpALPrGBr0TPJRiO-HilOdtujjL1jBlTHYhkWHnQAcA1FznlUO-ZrlcywR4Zn7PqWU0jkc/s320/Silent%20Shepherd%20signature.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Mom remembered that her father was called <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2015/03/oh-come-all-ye-faithful.html">"Old Faithful"</a> by the minister, the Reverend Dr. John Benjamin Magee. She told me that Dr. Magee wrote a book and he signed her father's copy as to Old Faithful. My brother, Jeff, has the book and sent me the photos. In actual fact Grandfather Stark was referred to as "Old Reliable". </b></span></div><div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt85oG-V0jgd8vJUWY-bpJqb8OFWghpEK8fyeczi3hwWFNP6Tb-m1tLp2nPJ0BPs6TXz6SIDSXRx7s6KzAH9s5UUgAaUDMmxXODRuQxIORHRx1T2R25bavS30puuE4FAyBfbo1Mm-_pYdd3Jmvj-7CjhCMZ7u3xFc-kwd3yOqmMa_PTIWGcgFoz1gbcxM/s3804/1930%20ceensus%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="678" data-original-width="3804" height="57" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt85oG-V0jgd8vJUWY-bpJqb8OFWghpEK8fyeczi3hwWFNP6Tb-m1tLp2nPJ0BPs6TXz6SIDSXRx7s6KzAH9s5UUgAaUDMmxXODRuQxIORHRx1T2R25bavS30puuE4FAyBfbo1Mm-_pYdd3Jmvj-7CjhCMZ7u3xFc-kwd3yOqmMa_PTIWGcgFoz1gbcxM/s320/1930%20ceensus%20cropped.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1930 Pennsylvania Census<br />Avalon Borough, Allegheny County<br />April 2, 1930</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>611 California Avenue</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Stark, Charles E., head, rents home for $60.00 a month, owns a radio, male, white, age 49, married age at marriage 32, can read and write, born in Pennsylvania, both parents born in Germany, can speak English, Employed as a clerk at a Bridge Company, not a veteran.</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Stark, Martha M., wife, female, white, age 48, married at age 30, can read and write, born in Ohio, both parents born in Ohio, can speak English, Not employed.</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Stark, Martha J., daughter, female, white, age 8, single, attended school last year, born in Pennsylvania, father born in Pennsylvania, mother born in Ohio, can speak English, not employed.</b></span></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLMVwMtwK5U1IGmieKm-6addxqBwq6aDLKatADnCtDzt6Hyc1yi33ExDXUq6Ix9m5pSsR1a31QSrf2kPUq0ZCpEujotxnBEvGDcso_y36FGJgFszDQcIXAtY_egNYjwHlVlE3Dy6VuxixaaPBNZl2KcJL8WJCxe4SlX6dmIm1sXuxFog-QgpYsthDGtec/s616/1932%20Pittsburgh%20City%20Directory%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="47" data-original-width="616" height="43" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLMVwMtwK5U1IGmieKm-6addxqBwq6aDLKatADnCtDzt6Hyc1yi33ExDXUq6Ix9m5pSsR1a31QSrf2kPUq0ZCpEujotxnBEvGDcso_y36FGJgFszDQcIXAtY_egNYjwHlVlE3Dy6VuxixaaPBNZl2KcJL8WJCxe4SlX6dmIm1sXuxFog-QgpYsthDGtec/w387-h43/1932%20Pittsburgh%20City%20Directory%20cropped.jpg" width="387" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1932 Pittsburgh City Directory</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPY37d293LQsRBaWU1K1HjkcI5IANxUFcRCaK5K_oNVyrvVNf-yMINHwOBeEpolpfXC9lAP0HKQfdyBvsAf4vdsFqY0D2tPTosX6as2Za5FlQMilSkZhFhnzmt8nkOfY3e_ehHgQ2y6BHXX902pms8JopHEZ-0x2lYWAKWDSB4Xp0jH2F62Q0BZuqVOJg/s1552/1932.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1552" data-original-width="1113" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPY37d293LQsRBaWU1K1HjkcI5IANxUFcRCaK5K_oNVyrvVNf-yMINHwOBeEpolpfXC9lAP0HKQfdyBvsAf4vdsFqY0D2tPTosX6as2Za5FlQMilSkZhFhnzmt8nkOfY3e_ehHgQ2y6BHXX902pms8JopHEZ-0x2lYWAKWDSB4Xp0jH2F62Q0BZuqVOJg/s320/1932.jpg" width="229" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stark Family 1932<br />This is the last photograph I have of my grandfather</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHN-soXMa8p6oxLOo1Xz9YQpHr8a7KRFn0TvVZALzB5ZKrSweORwWQDb6H7sIu-qv0jcriulb5zq_IMfqYTx0uLBMdJxuIkr6A8SulpKplYYcDiIj5eUNYPL0N8TOCmACTVY1QDKPVoahI8sISpZIrrg4VOuA9aiRuUYLVImhlyfgjuZrRJIc7MuJmZ10/s625/1934%20Pittsburgh%20City%20Directory%20Charles%20Stark%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="47" data-original-width="625" height="36" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHN-soXMa8p6oxLOo1Xz9YQpHr8a7KRFn0TvVZALzB5ZKrSweORwWQDb6H7sIu-qv0jcriulb5zq_IMfqYTx0uLBMdJxuIkr6A8SulpKplYYcDiIj5eUNYPL0N8TOCmACTVY1QDKPVoahI8sISpZIrrg4VOuA9aiRuUYLVImhlyfgjuZrRJIc7MuJmZ10/w373-h36/1934%20Pittsburgh%20City%20Directory%20Charles%20Stark%20cropped.jpg" width="373" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1934 Pittsburgh City Directory</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>This is the first time I have seen Carnegie Steel Company. Carnegie Illinois Steel Company was another subdivision of United States Steel. It appears that Grandfather Stark transferred to the Traffic Department as the chief clerk to another division within the United States Steel Company umbrella. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicHrTZtRcYAG2DiWhOMZAS91XSPm940SNxmJVaPc4YnsF59ZMee_iQQAkOXYLGQc9mbx1YSZrruDT8BvmdToyHj1Fu_FU5c_YIzxaPrtYEBwznrAlxa3HvNDMMaADLZQ2dNVhDZLK6JususbqclQ2wx8hlUoMh2hyphenhyphentxPK3mlZcPELk6tjcO8uQwlTlmjs/s1176/Stark%20Home%20836%20Florence--Moms%20house%20in%20high%20school%20and%20til%20Dad's%20death.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="930" data-original-width="1176" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicHrTZtRcYAG2DiWhOMZAS91XSPm940SNxmJVaPc4YnsF59ZMee_iQQAkOXYLGQc9mbx1YSZrruDT8BvmdToyHj1Fu_FU5c_YIzxaPrtYEBwznrAlxa3HvNDMMaADLZQ2dNVhDZLK6JususbqclQ2wx8hlUoMh2hyphenhyphentxPK3mlZcPELk6tjcO8uQwlTlmjs/s320/Stark%20Home%20836%20Florence--Moms%20house%20in%20high%20school%20and%20til%20Dad's%20death.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>My mother recalled that the family moved to this house located at 836 Florence Avenue, Avalon, Pennsylvania when she entered high school. Grandfather Stark never owned a house or a car. It was during this time that he acquired blue chip stocks from United States Steel, General Motors and American Standard. Mom said the family did not have any financial downturn during the Depression.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> The Starks continued to take nice vacations and Mom spent a week or two at the YMCA Camp Buddy, Lake Lynn, West Virginia in summers. Many weekends the family walked into Bellevue to see a movie stopping afterwards for an ice cream cone. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> I would like to give a few memories of her Dad that she shared with me with apologies if I have already covered some. Charles Stark was a quiet, serious man. He enjoyed listening to opera and classical music at night on the radio or on his victrola. He delighted in Christmas, decorating the tree when Mom went to bed and adding a village underneath complete with a little lake with live goldfish. The Fourth of July was always celebrated with red, white and blue balloons and a large picnic. Many nights her Dad brought the work ledgers home and would work adding the numbers in his head. Charles encouraged Mom's scholastic achievements more than her learning any household skills. He was very healthy, ate huge amounts of food and never gained an ounce. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghv24mng513IB9n8LN7L7x2C_bqAM6rc-ipNIxnszNPrh4ty4vuoN7slqXbAvzexc2uKE8TEpBseop171sEjEFwHzpnsfpxjYdijHSO7QOLku6lomC3crijW7bN0xF7qxYXP8nXkNRtE8NHa3ZCD4MVkLYzXI1vX8I_YOhO8kWksBluPGqbzSug17nbUU/s6839/1940%20Stark,%20Charles%20Edward%20and%20family%201940%20census%20%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1337" data-original-width="6839" height="63" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghv24mng513IB9n8LN7L7x2C_bqAM6rc-ipNIxnszNPrh4ty4vuoN7slqXbAvzexc2uKE8TEpBseop171sEjEFwHzpnsfpxjYdijHSO7QOLku6lomC3crijW7bN0xF7qxYXP8nXkNRtE8NHa3ZCD4MVkLYzXI1vX8I_YOhO8kWksBluPGqbzSug17nbUU/s320/1940%20Stark,%20Charles%20Edward%20and%20family%201940%20census%20%20cropped.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1940 Pennsylvania Census<br />Avalon Brough, Allegheny County<br />April 9, 1940</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>836 Florence Avenue</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Stark, Charles, rents his home at $55.00 a month, male, white, age 59, married, completed 8th grade, born in Pennsylvania, lived in the same place since 1935, works 40 hour weeks, employment is general clerical work with a steel mill, he is a paid worker, he worked 52 weeks last year, his annual salary is $3,500.00.</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Stark, Martha, wife, female, white, age 59, married, completed 9th grade, born in Ohio, lived in same place since 1935, engaged in housework.</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Stark, Martha Jean, daughter, female, white, age 18, single, completed high school, born in Pennsylvania, lived in the same place since 1935, engaged in school.</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> I was able to to find a conversion chart for the worth of money in 1940 by today's standards. Charles was earning $</b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">3,500.00 annually. In today's money it would be $74,000 annually. I also found that the average income in 1940 was $1,368.00.</b></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> My mother left for The College of Wooster in the Fall of 1939, so she was not actually living at home when the census was taken. Her father paid her tuition for the four years she attended. </b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: verdana; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUCJRnpO-Qiry7gBPV5EpIKVradmreuN3aO4GXss746rouDr8kA-u5zpsGbi86IPF1mMyScqmbrERyZEegkEK7TPW2NEA-6PcFoGnh2pXflW4GBdAV1d1Pr2DW37J74f_U6xqTT17g2fEuhl-ggGiMnDbLKCDEBt9hnAtvnQ0e2T311_yy3nT6gm9v6A/s1416/1942%20Stark,%20Charles%20Edward%20WWII%20Draft%20registration%20front.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="947" data-original-width="1416" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUCJRnpO-Qiry7gBPV5EpIKVradmreuN3aO4GXss746rouDr8kA-u5zpsGbi86IPF1mMyScqmbrERyZEegkEK7TPW2NEA-6PcFoGnh2pXflW4GBdAV1d1Pr2DW37J74f_U6xqTT17g2fEuhl-ggGiMnDbLKCDEBt9hnAtvnQ0e2T311_yy3nT6gm9v6A/s320/1942%20Stark,%20Charles%20Edward%20WWII%20Draft%20registration%20front.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">World War II Draft Registration<br />April 27, 1942</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d;"> <span style="font-family: verdana;"> This document is proof that my grandfather had moved to new employment as he is no longer in the Frick Building with the American Bridge Company. </span> </b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #38761d;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiActRpePfRI9GRGN0KElamSs2aE86qcPVE8dSJnP7Ff9wFMT6CMIZDhhURpcmIxn2PCM4ibmkQAw7gVq8xVXxdbzri5xOQFt1ZuJUGSZcHcW50zvNBK3vODFbqSKTg__BzrJQBDuVkruc8mcBRU__18_iS5NyrLL80JPGndaCUIxu7PlfYsoYmYVxBbw4/s2470/1942.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2470" data-original-width="2419" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiActRpePfRI9GRGN0KElamSs2aE86qcPVE8dSJnP7Ff9wFMT6CMIZDhhURpcmIxn2PCM4ibmkQAw7gVq8xVXxdbzri5xOQFt1ZuJUGSZcHcW50zvNBK3vODFbqSKTg__BzrJQBDuVkruc8mcBRU__18_iS5NyrLL80JPGndaCUIxu7PlfYsoYmYVxBbw4/s320/1942.jpg" width="313" /></a></div><br /> </b></div><div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>This loving note was inside a 21st birthday card Charles sent to his daughter.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Dear Marse,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> You are now a full fledged citizen of the USA. Your aims have been worthy and standards high and lived up to. Your twenty one years are a fine guidepost to the future and we feel confident you will continue in that path. Keep close to your bible and have no fear.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Hearty congratulations and may you have many blessings in the coming years is the prayer of your loving-------Dad</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>December 4, 1942</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> My mother graduated from college and married my father about a year later.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Again relying on notes from my Mother. She said her Dad became increasingly concerned about the competition in his employment. Younger men were being hired who had more education. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0uH3x0DK9uIW8OjXCUwCksI6_hOq2_4zOuEx1dLm2I7tWA4d88PP6Fs9hbZ2NWVyyMDcySbMtTnd0SFC3GVhTEaPRJaAGeDZcKgHVyybOHnsTjSgIfefE_hoibGuHN6ZpeHuNO1DhGJGLwk31PUV81jQB2sgg3nY3HYny7QFC8udB5bQhcYIdyPNKVWI/s2762/1945%20Stark,%20Charles%20Edward%20death%20certificate.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2562" data-original-width="2762" height="297" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0uH3x0DK9uIW8OjXCUwCksI6_hOq2_4zOuEx1dLm2I7tWA4d88PP6Fs9hbZ2NWVyyMDcySbMtTnd0SFC3GVhTEaPRJaAGeDZcKgHVyybOHnsTjSgIfefE_hoibGuHN6ZpeHuNO1DhGJGLwk31PUV81jQB2sgg3nY3HYny7QFC8udB5bQhcYIdyPNKVWI/s320/1945%20Stark,%20Charles%20Edward%20death%20certificate.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: verdana; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQKaFPAlPFxlMotgR5tMspAdgWh_SoSDVe7PfiXEywhFNyR4_-fUErkhzLnGjHCdbcGUGRGryWnpvKZuM8Ax7xz5ceYKLzjFqrCL5hgTGv8Afnq2CjS3eNXTaRxxsc0LMC_4STGP0nm8sBuYqkH3RnDT21vlWya_mAJvIK4dJ2mlzqjVWYjhf_luieGTQ/s705/1945%20Charles%20Edward%20Stark%20obituary.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="239" data-original-width="705" height="108" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQKaFPAlPFxlMotgR5tMspAdgWh_SoSDVe7PfiXEywhFNyR4_-fUErkhzLnGjHCdbcGUGRGryWnpvKZuM8Ax7xz5ceYKLzjFqrCL5hgTGv8Afnq2CjS3eNXTaRxxsc0LMC_4STGP0nm8sBuYqkH3RnDT21vlWya_mAJvIK4dJ2mlzqjVWYjhf_luieGTQ/s320/1945%20Charles%20Edward%20Stark%20obituary.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">The Pittsburgh Press<br />January 26, 1945<br />page 30</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> My maternal grandfather, Charles Edward Stark, died on January 24, 1945 in Suburban General Hospital, Bellevue, Allegheny County, Pennsylvania at age sixty-four. Cause of death was <a href="https://my.clevelandclinic.org/health/symptoms/22695-purpura">Purpina Hemorrhagica</a>.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbNg5rmMnlPFTHY8lEjrQ31hJscHYbORQyoFXOrPxPkS5Wo6CujBnlrYQJMcCBiu1sxlSLAEdjL88bdPAHdLgkvDl8ztCVPiwsBnafiOsM4xfUy2MXwoBEWFtZp1aBhowofmpWIHmBf8hOC-aJSiSvlhP_UN5imrb_9bAoLArlMImK56eY4fJqt4CxP3g/s2908/1945.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="920" data-original-width="2908" height="101" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbNg5rmMnlPFTHY8lEjrQ31hJscHYbORQyoFXOrPxPkS5Wo6CujBnlrYQJMcCBiu1sxlSLAEdjL88bdPAHdLgkvDl8ztCVPiwsBnafiOsM4xfUy2MXwoBEWFtZp1aBhowofmpWIHmBf8hOC-aJSiSvlhP_UN5imrb_9bAoLArlMImK56eY4fJqt4CxP3g/s320/1945.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From the Sunday Bulletin<br />Bellevue Methodist Episcopal Church</td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6GxOQgi86Vf4OogcwuJs2WMThgedRS-HKlbCRKv8BrhynVUlCicmCy7iA8Ym0oXYH1UnDDFizm_t4gRseKhMwbdI7x83h8oE4JLGm4jlK1D4bTkNDEAMjeIjg34jh3SNgcEwLVRW0h5d4zu44GCrGK_kRTqTdVI6eIWSeKswK2JMG00G9lhrMcLeIeHI/s2560/gravemarker1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6GxOQgi86Vf4OogcwuJs2WMThgedRS-HKlbCRKv8BrhynVUlCicmCy7iA8Ym0oXYH1UnDDFizm_t4gRseKhMwbdI7x83h8oE4JLGm4jlK1D4bTkNDEAMjeIjg34jh3SNgcEwLVRW0h5d4zu44GCrGK_kRTqTdVI6eIWSeKswK2JMG00G9lhrMcLeIeHI/s320/gravemarker1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/10920262/charles-edward-stark">Charles was buried </a>on January 27, 1945 in Allegheny County Memorial Park, Allison Park, Allegheny County, Pennsylvania.</span></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> My misfortune is that my grandfather died two years before I was born. After hearing Mom's stories, looking at the photographs and doing the research, I have learned that he was a kind and loving man. </span></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT_B_J3AWtBdg02p9wnCvggTCruEXz3mSEFDbm2PypMqWIraz-8Qd6ni-lxp0L-zzygw8_So02ibrEjIRzoQNRwjq9RNKjU6G75o1EK-Y-xpt0GdpJrmeVZcmadmeTeJtH2-_pqrsNA_SDOcISsIN2gyhAKSm5MnmRIWGATZ7qkUzwG6gt2iZr-_NF3zI/s1204/IMG_8056.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1150" data-original-width="1204" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT_B_J3AWtBdg02p9wnCvggTCruEXz3mSEFDbm2PypMqWIraz-8Qd6ni-lxp0L-zzygw8_So02ibrEjIRzoQNRwjq9RNKjU6G75o1EK-Y-xpt0GdpJrmeVZcmadmeTeJtH2-_pqrsNA_SDOcISsIN2gyhAKSm5MnmRIWGATZ7qkUzwG6gt2iZr-_NF3zI/w293-h280/IMG_8056.jpg" width="293" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz-umB_Lny0zUqIWB95KlQyNoQZ7O4fJhyphenhyphenh2wF7VKFU0OfzbrhYMQoceDy9FclSFEerU9iVAL1kXCTFG3Q7HaVNfDyvLa_7ONyWf6tPR446qUr8EgyyfRE0F6DlxaREiz07YE6viKXo6RfesgbE_LSmSuRoS6D1ORrcj8B_-et7N3lYeFDb5OyQrpVH_k/s1485/IMG_8057.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1483" data-original-width="1485" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz-umB_Lny0zUqIWB95KlQyNoQZ7O4fJhyphenhyphenh2wF7VKFU0OfzbrhYMQoceDy9FclSFEerU9iVAL1kXCTFG3Q7HaVNfDyvLa_7ONyWf6tPR446qUr8EgyyfRE0F6DlxaREiz07YE6viKXo6RfesgbE_LSmSuRoS6D1ORrcj8B_-et7N3lYeFDb5OyQrpVH_k/w290-h290/IMG_8057.jpg" width="290" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">30 Years of Service medal<br />United States Steel</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijkrnNksPseRUzdV-22AaL5fcK3qHbMlcVQLb5_JvBO4oMAq-SgMIDr7zIsM77N6T06Rl7kqKWqVF7gb461R_3as_6c5pldPuK1b2VxD-4CvjQmO1LTqPaqbJrF5GD-MQDqTIA27dq9YnZJoO6Un5lKqz0UO7tuZnW9L8hRajkTZbh1EqS91bujMQA638/s1349/IMG_8058.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1349" data-original-width="1295" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijkrnNksPseRUzdV-22AaL5fcK3qHbMlcVQLb5_JvBO4oMAq-SgMIDr7zIsM77N6T06Rl7kqKWqVF7gb461R_3as_6c5pldPuK1b2VxD-4CvjQmO1LTqPaqbJrF5GD-MQDqTIA27dq9YnZJoO6Un5lKqz0UO7tuZnW9L8hRajkTZbh1EqS91bujMQA638/w257-h268/IMG_8058.jpg" width="257" /></a></div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Carnegie Illinois Steel Company</span><br /><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> </span><span style="font-weight: 700;">He worked from about age fourteen until his death at age sixty-four--fifty years! He held a very responsible, white collar job with businesses that "ruled" in Pittsburgh. He made a good income and was frugal with his money, investing in blue chip stocks and later in land in Florida which my grandmother sold to Donald Duck Orange Juice Company. He had hoped to build a retirement house on that property.</span></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixSEmAHzlEdVswNtMEbPAFYc8FhzcFYJjQB-rYBY12D7xd5Z0kfOVAAEDCInG3rR6vJjGcdwDHihIUk7wldBLe2IQpr6o7DbgkZmzWxuOyh-1ZhfNvASw7O5TamYLJTPMBymfopnta9k5GGPepl5oTuazwXnRemDkEg5y9z0EYWkkawKPYeG-q5Dcs7xE/s3728/1945%20will.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2729" data-original-width="3728" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixSEmAHzlEdVswNtMEbPAFYc8FhzcFYJjQB-rYBY12D7xd5Z0kfOVAAEDCInG3rR6vJjGcdwDHihIUk7wldBLe2IQpr6o7DbgkZmzWxuOyh-1ZhfNvASw7O5TamYLJTPMBymfopnta9k5GGPepl5oTuazwXnRemDkEg5y9z0EYWkkawKPYeG-q5Dcs7xE/s320/1945%20will.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwTRbDPETkdpAlxFYaVxBIdNbSCrNz0gWi6P39EgM76RBhXrW4lRrqsQbIdRgnKW0ZksnMoe7JCAcbgIUmqTjxsZuVV_Mrz4MXWi3opo8gNJz9UksX0A9pEfB-omUfLwj-q5QJ3577X1CuVTdKmvn4ua0gKF99hyakAaKfid0tn38rvsOu4TC_5C8P-28/s550/1945%20Pittsburgh_Sun_Telegraph_Sat__Mar_17__1945_.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="209" data-original-width="550" height="122" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwTRbDPETkdpAlxFYaVxBIdNbSCrNz0gWi6P39EgM76RBhXrW4lRrqsQbIdRgnKW0ZksnMoe7JCAcbgIUmqTjxsZuVV_Mrz4MXWi3opo8gNJz9UksX0A9pEfB-omUfLwj-q5QJ3577X1CuVTdKmvn4ua0gKF99hyakAaKfid0tn38rvsOu4TC_5C8P-28/s320/1945%20Pittsburgh_Sun_Telegraph_Sat__Mar_17__1945_.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Pittsburgh Sun Telegraph<br />Saturday, March 17, 1945</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> </span><span style="font-weight: 700;">I mentioned this in the blog about my maternal grandmother and want to restate it here since this blog concerns earning a living. My grandmother received the entire estate which financed her twenty-six years, until her death in 1971. My mother received her mother's estate which included the stocks and savings in three banks. When my mother died in 1999, those stocks went into her estate and were divided between myself and my two brothers. My portion of the stock sale was reinvested into an annuity which I added to until the age when I had to begin taking a monthly allowance. I also put a small portion of the money into investments for my sons. How proud would my grandfather be to know that money he earned has traveled down to his grand daughter and great grandson and continues to be viable in 2024, seventy-nine years after his death.</span></div></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFRnvTtHqDW8vw5B670RvbEn1GJ2_C2MrpycmXygl3zXXP0oYJjcybJMpH2LFtb3_dAOWkAapp_B4BWatEZJ_tnzGICcRrA5Cg629PgsbfRtYObMcAXS_6p1V_f6XIIfScmYZdjU7bs2utpsQ5odOG-bgqpXXI4gJYVMaVlg3LTsHa8G-nDXbD_XWIv1I/s3916/cigar%20with%20brother.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3916" data-original-width="2451" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFRnvTtHqDW8vw5B670RvbEn1GJ2_C2MrpycmXygl3zXXP0oYJjcybJMpH2LFtb3_dAOWkAapp_B4BWatEZJ_tnzGICcRrA5Cg629PgsbfRtYObMcAXS_6p1V_f6XIIfScmYZdjU7bs2utpsQ5odOG-bgqpXXI4gJYVMaVlg3LTsHa8G-nDXbD_XWIv1I/s320/cigar%20with%20brother.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <b>I<span style="color: #38761d;">n closing, I do want to share one final photograph. My Grandfather Stark was a hard working, family oriented, serious, God fearing man; however, he did have one vice he did enjoy one cigar daily. 😇 He is pictured above with his brother, Alfred Walter Stark.</span></b></div></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><blockquote><span style="color: black;">I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU. All comments are welcome; however, if they are inappropriate, they will not be published. </span> <span style="color: black;">
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</div></div></div>Linda Hughes Hiserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05774876428039197357noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559842070525209896.post-8521515023606425332024-01-29T06:51:00.002-05:002024-02-03T06:51:02.875-05:00Influencer--The Reverend Dr. Harry William Pedicord<p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP5x1k8h9xiQeCj8qNAo5JuhzhIYRd-G3oK0FR4NjWno7lPHI52pcu9JeA7Uj-kY2IvLK7_enFFifZgXLtfD0ZbJ2Grsq0JhoTcjQyjSGV0dZ9YdLVVQzgW95dLVi2Knh30Jn_2gn2pqtoDKAmkiCZ8GU3LHtr0Fsi9l6eCChSDlE54eXvHffnZU5Sbmw/s285/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="111" data-original-width="285" height="111" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP5x1k8h9xiQeCj8qNAo5JuhzhIYRd-G3oK0FR4NjWno7lPHI52pcu9JeA7Uj-kY2IvLK7_enFFifZgXLtfD0ZbJ2Grsq0JhoTcjQyjSGV0dZ9YdLVVQzgW95dLVi2Knh30Jn_2gn2pqtoDKAmkiCZ8GU3LHtr0Fsi9l6eCChSDlE54eXvHffnZU5Sbmw/s1600/image.png" width="285" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> Amy Johnson Crow has a <a href="https://www.amyjohnsoncrow.com/52-ancestors-in-52-weeks-themes-for-2024/">52 Ancestors Week</a> blog challenge which I have decided to join. I am hoping it may help me to pinpoint someone or something that I have researched and not blogged about on Flipside. AND push me to blog about family each week in 2024. Sometimes I get lazy. 😁 Let's see how well I keep up.</b></p><p><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> </b><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">Week #5 (January 29-February 4) is Influencer. I was stumped as to what to blog about with this prompt. I was talking with a good friend, also named Linda 😊, and she mentioned a minister. Thank you Linda!</b></p><p><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> When I consider this, I actually had two ministers who were influencers in my life, The Rev. Dr. Harry William Pedicord and Rev. Keith Brown. Dr. Pedicord at Hiland Presbyterian Church was an important part of my developing years from Kindergarten through eighth grade. With attendance in Sunday School and Bible School I was heavily schooled in the Bible and when I was in college decided on religion as my second major.</b></p><p><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> We moved to a new house and from ninth grade through my senior year in high school, Rev. Keith Brown, assistant minister, took charge of the youth ministry at Memorial Park Presbyterian Church. I was active in church youth groups and Key Club after school. His influence opened my eyes to the social injustice in our country and probably my major in college--sociology.</b></p><p><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> Both ministers were important influencers in my life; however, this blog will focus on Dr. Pedicord.</b></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiogjUOzxofnO87fYAKJwEaXNTTY8o8ylbLS59-bz3v8X0ImjhLOScWlYzijPU7aqsMnG4-Bf-nMMzCMu3bapFYmcJFNLrqDKtGRaSj2NKxOqsbNTdPDQ-a2L2FUM0fUi2Uyk_tO75hcVFNc6XlOQ8dXw85aw7IJ8kJUt-_a9yq_jd844k4wq7atqCYLyQ/s589/Dr%20Pedicord%20Pittsburgh_Post_Gazette_Sat__Jan_7__1961_%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="589" data-original-width="511" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiogjUOzxofnO87fYAKJwEaXNTTY8o8ylbLS59-bz3v8X0ImjhLOScWlYzijPU7aqsMnG4-Bf-nMMzCMu3bapFYmcJFNLrqDKtGRaSj2NKxOqsbNTdPDQ-a2L2FUM0fUi2Uyk_tO75hcVFNc6XlOQ8dXw85aw7IJ8kJUt-_a9yq_jd844k4wq7atqCYLyQ/s320/Dr%20Pedicord%20Pittsburgh_Post_Gazette_Sat__Jan_7__1961_%20cropped.jpg" width="278" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rev. Dr. Harry William Pedicord<br />Cropped from the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette<br />January 7, 1961</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>In the Fall of 1950, my Mom and Dad bought a house in the North Hills area of Pittsburgh. The neighborhood was called North Hills Estates and was located between Perrysville and the Borough of West View in Ross Township. I've never been clear if North Hills Estates was part of Perrysville or just a place of it's own.</b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFtXQUCHX7W0UsZJGF8pPoqV9EAd4HixJYhl4CfxjMW8fzjRN35ckzj7as5dg-_Tl3lC3ETZU0mJFyQ5njJ4nViBc1hkMm2LkOKvwYrI57aVvp6U_sMpPdXFvHwjZ3QWIHtNuzq4OV1h7VnOB4PZsjjLd0INGlCxqoSNsMt6qAhwrBxBZ0Jvkf8xeIEIM/s2704/Hiland%20Presby%20Church%20bulletin%20front.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2704" data-original-width="1816" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFtXQUCHX7W0UsZJGF8pPoqV9EAd4HixJYhl4CfxjMW8fzjRN35ckzj7as5dg-_Tl3lC3ETZU0mJFyQ5njJ4nViBc1hkMm2LkOKvwYrI57aVvp6U_sMpPdXFvHwjZ3QWIHtNuzq4OV1h7VnOB4PZsjjLd0INGlCxqoSNsMt6qAhwrBxBZ0Jvkf8xeIEIM/s320/Hiland%20Presby%20Church%20bulletin%20front.jpg" width="215" /></a></div> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Mom and Dad decided to join Hiland Presbyterian Church once we were settled. A beautiful old historic white framed church located on a gentle hill on Perry Highway. Dad's first medical office was located across Perry Highway in an apartment building. The Hughes family had arrived in this area and it would be our home for the next ten years.</b></span><p> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Both of my parents</b></span><b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> were</span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> active participants in high school and college activities. Once they joined Hiland, we all became active participants. Dr. Pedicord, a dynamic church leader, became a very close friend of the family. Under his leadership programs and church events were established to involve all members of the family. </span></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj49GQ45g64eDwl3W5CBQ5X5nFEBtqCSSsKQYJbRCtbUvcUwXa0IWkPworCoLq8_1C2KIZpqTLyfAxWqYDhyphenhyphenvWjYDJfbIUhywsKyriGPY7VZWV9QPTu0R_evD5sMJjWktbtCyFmKib4Te04VGJ-PPe3HJ1iCCR31wBwkjmE-VTeAkVmn64X60EWmjY4KxA/s2910/IMG_8009.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1831" data-original-width="2910" height="201" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj49GQ45g64eDwl3W5CBQ5X5nFEBtqCSSsKQYJbRCtbUvcUwXa0IWkPworCoLq8_1C2KIZpqTLyfAxWqYDhyphenhyphenvWjYDJfbIUhywsKyriGPY7VZWV9QPTu0R_evD5sMJjWktbtCyFmKib4Te04VGJ-PPe3HJ1iCCR31wBwkjmE-VTeAkVmn64X60EWmjY4KxA/s320/IMG_8009.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> </span><b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">My memories span ten years, my growing years. Before the Fellowship Hall was built, Sunday School classes were held in small rooms behind the church sanctuary. Reading the church history, this area was added in 1914 as the Sunday School building with seventeen rooms along with a dining hall, pastors study and a ladies sewing room. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVglKoKsjBS8BWZq31iP6E8zer3jozywqvt0J0A-9zeowm9UvDo7WhuKYyuLpkuDtB5JN-upUgUKKtERbT343yTEqoGuLgDOx-L-r7wVUJoZiNRbqDcOgHgd29jnWH1fqAhDSDFwQekarsHWI3xgn7sEtTxl9GPdqhgcjw-S0E1gSTWDEVZkIzX9mRLqw/s1773/fellowship%20hall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="968" data-original-width="1773" height="175" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVglKoKsjBS8BWZq31iP6E8zer3jozywqvt0J0A-9zeowm9UvDo7WhuKYyuLpkuDtB5JN-upUgUKKtERbT343yTEqoGuLgDOx-L-r7wVUJoZiNRbqDcOgHgd29jnWH1fqAhDSDFwQekarsHWI3xgn7sEtTxl9GPdqhgcjw-S0E1gSTWDEVZkIzX9mRLqw/s320/fellowship%20hall.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> </span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>With a growing church membership, it was a necessity to build the Fellowship Hall. Not just for a large fellowship room but also for larger classrooms. </b></span> <b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">Under Dr. Pedicord's leadership the church congregation grew. Money was donated and financed the new Fellowship Hall built in 1954. </span></b></div></div><p><b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> The opening of the Fellowship Hall is the beginning of my memories of Dr. Pedicord and my time at Hiland. I was seven, in second grade and already busy within the church. I had been attending Sunday School and Summer Bible School since Kindergarten at age five. </span></b></p><p><b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> Numerous fun events occurred at Church. I remember an annual Pancake Dinner. And I'm certain there were other family church dinners; however, the pancake dinner sticks out in my mind. </span></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp0LBdL5Evb04vDYPkfOawUleHLJePe7xHshcmwfP7H_jKvPJFeptxWYx41faCZCmXV8JQCptdSue-jF7nwfJyFwFx37TVDhF1rPjqp0XbPISJT9r2I1DecBvoIl6Zj4BEyKQsEC-zxL-PThSluUl2NXd7fv36LiH0i_6cItC3QSq-u8qAIJO0R7DEtqc/s1504/1958-001-twelfth%20night.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1052" data-original-width="1504" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp0LBdL5Evb04vDYPkfOawUleHLJePe7xHshcmwfP7H_jKvPJFeptxWYx41faCZCmXV8JQCptdSue-jF7nwfJyFwFx37TVDhF1rPjqp0XbPISJT9r2I1DecBvoIl6Zj4BEyKQsEC-zxL-PThSluUl2NXd7fv36LiH0i_6cItC3QSq-u8qAIJO0R7DEtqc/s320/1958-001-twelfth%20night.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ken, Mom and Jeff</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> </span><b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">The church celebrated <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2009/12/advent-calendar-day-11-other-traditions.html">Twelfth Night</a> with a burning of Christmas trees brought up to an open area beside the old educational section at the back of the sanctuary. Following the service everyone gathered in the Fellowship Hall for beverages and a piece of spice cake. There were huge spice sheet cakes in the kitchen and hidden inside were twelve gold crosses. When I got older, I would literally starve myself to eat numerous pieces of cake hoping to get a cross.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> I loved Vacation Bible School. It ran for two weeks. Everyone would gather in the Fellowship Hall and Dr. Pedicord would lead us in song. I'm sure he made up the Books of the Bible tune sung while singing the Books of the Bible....Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers.........We learned all the Books to the New and Old Testament. Dr. Pedicord had a commanding voice and a very dramatic presentation. Following the opening sing, we were dismissed to our class. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ugEDuTUZIaesw-UJS8T0wMlVzwpAvphQlyHiW3QgzV0t7MBJ1tyx98zI7PrT802qsxkjqYlqhtXrjWkiVdYoaumcWZCM-WjtX9z7O-cqba_88SaVfm4tLC7vseGwj3aeJVpmgML8Ql1t7gt_ZJ-GNSzzOY-12bX9qgv8sGzwFKMvqKJC278s7xN4g1o/s2792/scan.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1703" data-original-width="2792" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ugEDuTUZIaesw-UJS8T0wMlVzwpAvphQlyHiW3QgzV0t7MBJ1tyx98zI7PrT802qsxkjqYlqhtXrjWkiVdYoaumcWZCM-WjtX9z7O-cqba_88SaVfm4tLC7vseGwj3aeJVpmgML8Ql1t7gt_ZJ-GNSzzOY-12bX9qgv8sGzwFKMvqKJC278s7xN4g1o/s320/scan.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Dr Pedicord is the tall man back center</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJWKMdzoXkrgVejy-Lm91wyjjp7lL9A6q3MiHoLFMjMmDGTxFA3KnZ09RD69Ej3MYKQNH4sCWRj_dp2rB5bevHj7JXFd2h5PBdnnjZDhGCueX3LBGbk7GgwzRucLYxfwRwuSyIQhFwuKJd9i_8qbcdcz4LKljn_qe2Tn20wH4R2mcDhIDsVSGQCt8nZqY/s3338/1958%20Hiland%20Summer%20Bible%20School.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2544" data-original-width="3338" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJWKMdzoXkrgVejy-Lm91wyjjp7lL9A6q3MiHoLFMjMmDGTxFA3KnZ09RD69Ej3MYKQNH4sCWRj_dp2rB5bevHj7JXFd2h5PBdnnjZDhGCueX3LBGbk7GgwzRucLYxfwRwuSyIQhFwuKJd9i_8qbcdcz4LKljn_qe2Tn20wH4R2mcDhIDsVSGQCt8nZqY/s320/1958%20Hiland%20Summer%20Bible%20School.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8TASD2mekbHi-DtlEj4sRk7w2AXgnQNEh1pyL2XuG8MfPh4vCgNNp7jrW009julK6NGaB3-S3EVSqGliFv34Gk2323JBUrtxNPre6sOLpaZaCFJHd3i7T4ktuTLAeW_H5bq_IUnU21exauAZpQDyPx7oqwd9dD3UH8J-jKJoVsvEvAOXOIFFadj7i3i4/s2962/1958%20Hiland%20Summer%20Bible%20School%20Certificate.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1918" data-original-width="2962" height="207" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8TASD2mekbHi-DtlEj4sRk7w2AXgnQNEh1pyL2XuG8MfPh4vCgNNp7jrW009julK6NGaB3-S3EVSqGliFv34Gk2323JBUrtxNPre6sOLpaZaCFJHd3i7T4ktuTLAeW_H5bq_IUnU21exauAZpQDyPx7oqwd9dD3UH8J-jKJoVsvEvAOXOIFFadj7i3i4/s320/1958%20Hiland%20Summer%20Bible%20School%20Certificate.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> </b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">I have several Vacation Bible School Class group pictures and almost all of my achievement sticker charts. The ones pictured above were from my final year attending Bible School in 1958. I was eleven and heading to junior high school.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> You can see from the photo, the church had a large amount of children attending Bible School and there were probably more coming in on Sundays.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLT13l2iZHN2GZBViEELkt9mljcSDDmWNDbbu4Q9Ti3ZOZ6ZKR0M3XrUdvkY2AfTr2c-gXnh5Eh_n17p4iaXhBIOs5QKa9jttl7bbUnEZ3W9tw48vL_oYMnKyxZP0Oi6RVdIPi7iP3ARIh3CjeC1LAcAonKVRt_zphSGQw-Zbr6aLR1ZmslHf3PKDY4S4/s1326/1956%20Hiland_Players%20Feb%201%201956.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1326" data-original-width="826" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLT13l2iZHN2GZBViEELkt9mljcSDDmWNDbbu4Q9Ti3ZOZ6ZKR0M3XrUdvkY2AfTr2c-gXnh5Eh_n17p4iaXhBIOs5QKa9jttl7bbUnEZ3W9tw48vL_oYMnKyxZP0Oi6RVdIPi7iP3ARIh3CjeC1LAcAonKVRt_zphSGQw-Zbr6aLR1ZmslHf3PKDY4S4/s320/1956%20Hiland_Players%20Feb%201%201956.jpg" width="199" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pittsburgh Post Gazette<br />February 1, 1956<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihyphenhyphenPSDYDMBYmXj9_w5x70CwatMp-HUzJqr2DQBHsP18BLaVSfwuBCZf3cBpxmJUfFHdzK7OTC8O-Nn3lkDcG2-9GsodL-efmbMVDq1A_bFvCgmZHBZg5t8aAA0uUyJ5xGXkC6-Fr3-vdkMRiUvW_tp2pLq26F5nIt8OWqOa8p9pUSqSVEbsYvCPZDoSHs/s1884/1957%20Mom%20Hiland%20Players--Stage%20Door%20newspaper%20marked%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1322" data-original-width="1884" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihyphenhyphenPSDYDMBYmXj9_w5x70CwatMp-HUzJqr2DQBHsP18BLaVSfwuBCZf3cBpxmJUfFHdzK7OTC8O-Nn3lkDcG2-9GsodL-efmbMVDq1A_bFvCgmZHBZg5t8aAA0uUyJ5xGXkC6-Fr3-vdkMRiUvW_tp2pLq26F5nIt8OWqOa8p9pUSqSVEbsYvCPZDoSHs/s320/1957%20Mom%20Hiland%20Players--Stage%20Door%20newspaper%20marked%20cropped.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Allegheny Journal<br />October 5, 1957</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfmWlHmBpDCK4zm9SHlLtiqovh9eCFI2H0B0brR5pBiRcqTfj4PNO1uYF-kjuuFTbfDajBZ6Vg8u_lzB42nJPBGSml-rwVM-oIYhbPx7x5GVnk0-cYmVgsotvIP0ztoleLm6REJWHnErPpjDZo-NURkRY4U_BR-s_-YXjCEZ0exZNZNmeSiWjr3IKcg_o/s1475/1958%20Mom%20Hiland%20Players--Royal%20Family%20photo%20smaller.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1138" data-original-width="1475" height="247" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfmWlHmBpDCK4zm9SHlLtiqovh9eCFI2H0B0brR5pBiRcqTfj4PNO1uYF-kjuuFTbfDajBZ6Vg8u_lzB42nJPBGSml-rwVM-oIYhbPx7x5GVnk0-cYmVgsotvIP0ztoleLm6REJWHnErPpjDZo-NURkRY4U_BR-s_-YXjCEZ0exZNZNmeSiWjr3IKcg_o/s320/1958%20Mom%20Hiland%20Players--Royal%20Family%20photo%20smaller.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> </span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">The Hiland Players, a drama group under the direction of Dr. Pedicord, was begun in 1956. My mother was heavily involved in most of the stage productions. Like all theatrical shows there were costumes, scripts, programs, set design, lighting and sound. The stage was the stage in the Fellowship Hall. Listed in a local newspaper article, I saw the ticket price was one dollar. </b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> Mom was a member of a circle organization and Dad served as a deacon and an elder in the session. I sang in the <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2010/12/advent-calendar-day-20-religious.html">junior choir</a> and was confirmed at Hiland. Dr. Pedicord was my Dad's sponsor when he joined the Masons.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvFMCbf96QpLZCt9z78uqxO0f2xRTKJR1FjWe-DPYR6AyILDvy4yU2R8ECiiRJkUIlTsSgS9mKSLQcLRusO5c4Nv8J7n8vL1pUWBcZ0EzTAdmd2cVlP5o6347z3NrOqZ8zNsWpbqueEucbFF93MkftMsV1mHSAF3klt9L3x9zBBaa5RWWKY3QN0KJsWUA/s480/Dr%20Pedicord%20note.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvFMCbf96QpLZCt9z78uqxO0f2xRTKJR1FjWe-DPYR6AyILDvy4yU2R8ECiiRJkUIlTsSgS9mKSLQcLRusO5c4Nv8J7n8vL1pUWBcZ0EzTAdmd2cVlP5o6347z3NrOqZ8zNsWpbqueEucbFF93MkftMsV1mHSAF3klt9L3x9zBBaa5RWWKY3QN0KJsWUA/s320/Dr%20Pedicord%20note.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJwApMquOn4z7G6dlSh8PnhlIXTU6XEantW6SSZIAXSYacA1pNclwCb0vNieGyw7YnCkWLn_76tVA8tbKvLTf4-U3vzZFglK28ThPn2qq017cwmI-Vn-iXN5QyjbqpOBuQ1HstaNYSwxFIFssJXMuvf7UAT5KDthqwYztIFyhNkEWPb2GIGQlRosqwPMg/s640/Dr.Pedicord%20book.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJwApMquOn4z7G6dlSh8PnhlIXTU6XEantW6SSZIAXSYacA1pNclwCb0vNieGyw7YnCkWLn_76tVA8tbKvLTf4-U3vzZFglK28ThPn2qq017cwmI-Vn-iXN5QyjbqpOBuQ1HstaNYSwxFIFssJXMuvf7UAT5KDthqwYztIFyhNkEWPb2GIGQlRosqwPMg/s320/Dr.Pedicord%20book.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> </span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">I do not know the occasion for this gift from Dr. Pedicord to my parents. It was not until I researched for this blog that I was made aware the Dr. Pedicord has a lengthy list of books he either wrote or co-wrote on the theater and David Garrick</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8vVY8SCiYhp8wGDHS1jUXDDkBZp5LMXMnnwX0TA6KJ6-rr73kZ4uyYjR_Csm97dbaGKmbinrIjsZPBLmAOWm7qIcd-ArhfBIKbui_MNk1knY5fDklRKP27xiZMb6DyISudlQMzyl8uGFdD5LdjRCNk20HubmpEoENyp6bn8ogR7qQEddRCl_dbJllv_8/s2366/1962.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2351" data-original-width="2366" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8vVY8SCiYhp8wGDHS1jUXDDkBZp5LMXMnnwX0TA6KJ6-rr73kZ4uyYjR_Csm97dbaGKmbinrIjsZPBLmAOWm7qIcd-ArhfBIKbui_MNk1knY5fDklRKP27xiZMb6DyISudlQMzyl8uGFdD5LdjRCNk20HubmpEoENyp6bn8ogR7qQEddRCl_dbJllv_8/s320/1962.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> </span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>We moved to a new house in 1961 and changed to a more local church. Dr. Pedicord wrote a letter of church membership for the family.</b></span></div></div></div></div><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjI-i71cNmNgNrIIUzyDNeTzAzI8G4aREJ5vHdWpIMZnGUor8VMLTe-L90J1aWtSW9E1mI2RWcJ_uYfUphFTHGpa2qfZq2rElhW8DUsZ0fkj4Xsgiqte_x5peggGK78PoXT1wnhDXv0nHRyF53N6Eyi03k6s3vn7LYvYO-qnmn7a4QT-CE9NTbwmuoBXk/s3192/IMG_8051.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2293" data-original-width="3192" height="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjI-i71cNmNgNrIIUzyDNeTzAzI8G4aREJ5vHdWpIMZnGUor8VMLTe-L90J1aWtSW9E1mI2RWcJ_uYfUphFTHGpa2qfZq2rElhW8DUsZ0fkj4Xsgiqte_x5peggGK78PoXT1wnhDXv0nHRyF53N6Eyi03k6s3vn7LYvYO-qnmn7a4QT-CE9NTbwmuoBXk/s320/IMG_8051.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> <b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">I believe that the Pedicord's gave this beautiful water color to Mom and Dad as a gift for the new house. I still have the picture.</b></div><p></p><p> <b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">I have been focused on Dr. Pedicord. He had a family. He was married to Adah Smith and they had a daughter Alison. The Pedicord's were with Hiland from 1947 to 1962. Previous to serving at Hiland, Dr. Pedicord was at a pastorate in Bridgeville, Connecticut. He left Hiland to join the faculty at Thiel College as professor of English language and literature. </span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVZX77Y6KTOvBobWBfwX-ZBxKzG3N1g4U3nxCUoefAHuBw2na3bxT5cat1r34juJi7LkXJBn7YglfF0spBFnBbwFKNChYTcQfN9qKcnAdrOvHtGhDqzWnu6BRlJg4Ec7FirFOjHYCyfFhxdA37fJ4ZWyDdrdCuuEkgqgnmRwPH7Qp_LjLvnZbys_pE0oU/s2739/1949%20Hymn.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2739" data-original-width="1791" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVZX77Y6KTOvBobWBfwX-ZBxKzG3N1g4U3nxCUoefAHuBw2na3bxT5cat1r34juJi7LkXJBn7YglfF0spBFnBbwFKNChYTcQfN9qKcnAdrOvHtGhDqzWnu6BRlJg4Ec7FirFOjHYCyfFhxdA37fJ4ZWyDdrdCuuEkgqgnmRwPH7Qp_LjLvnZbys_pE0oU/s320/1949%20Hymn.jpg" width="209" /></a></div> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> </b></span><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> In 1950 Hiland celebrated the 150th Anniversary of the church. Dr. Pedicord wrote the hymn for the celebration.</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi_PkRG_EF7s3WV0qALHzaf2dkvhqL9s7Rzy_qmaUvI2nxI-c1Bnl4KpYEOIvBpvTH51d7RCKZ1Q7gB0EN68lZVsPTMo_Ih48c26fLz8dyH4nxhKuKEvQ6sWNwJhqtgSzfWcKJF9sKJpmXZgcWTA5_k9F5_3dGMkn4g9fvdnTXemdN0ix_A_Xza97xVgM/s3571/Dr%20Pedicord%20Pittsburgh_Post_Gazette_Sat__Jan_7__1961_.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3571" data-original-width="1765" height="375" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi_PkRG_EF7s3WV0qALHzaf2dkvhqL9s7Rzy_qmaUvI2nxI-c1Bnl4KpYEOIvBpvTH51d7RCKZ1Q7gB0EN68lZVsPTMo_Ih48c26fLz8dyH4nxhKuKEvQ6sWNwJhqtgSzfWcKJF9sKJpmXZgcWTA5_k9F5_3dGMkn4g9fvdnTXemdN0ix_A_Xza97xVgM/w185-h375/Dr%20Pedicord%20Pittsburgh_Post_Gazette_Sat__Jan_7__1961_.jpg" width="185" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Pittsburgh Post-Gazette<br />Saturday, January 7, 1961</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> This article is very interesting, Dr. Pedicord was very active in theater in his younger days and was a graduate from Washington & Jefferson College. There's the tie in with my family. My Dad was also a graduate of W&J and my Mom was active in theater in high school and college. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2uHo0wl78iMYmPHQwh1HP_RkdmjYWMNnH9-X1feMLLNV6hHWJIfR0FvdHVauANV2N-Os7jUmGt4-WyrjflHcBEE2xcaXEsypznQ_gfD_o-Kx8dfzJh2MosJtxPmnt7cQCK0VwOduuvleTBX0IvSkuGtRxZowua2Wrg-uxQOm5LwS9Zps-nFnPVyofd40/s3618/IMG_8011.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2207" data-original-width="3618" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2uHo0wl78iMYmPHQwh1HP_RkdmjYWMNnH9-X1feMLLNV6hHWJIfR0FvdHVauANV2N-Os7jUmGt4-WyrjflHcBEE2xcaXEsypznQ_gfD_o-Kx8dfzJh2MosJtxPmnt7cQCK0VwOduuvleTBX0IvSkuGtRxZowua2Wrg-uxQOm5LwS9Zps-nFnPVyofd40/s320/IMG_8011.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Scanned from This is My Story<br />This is My Song Bicentennial Celebration (1800-2000)</span><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"> <b>After doing a little research, it now makes sense to me why Dr. Pedicord was such a dynamic force in the church during his time at Hiland. The singing, the dynamic sermons, the Hiland Players and the new programs and church events all stem from his previous education and love of writing and the theater.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheitHbw4Xz-Qe5gFTvqCNnleoDAsdFaXsAdtovQGpsy7OIJf9Cdckk9OZ_6WnmMhgnFCGxutQ6VFithVgkbmHslIzNYsWRd8HASGjd4FgJlUzDZrFHNmzkSn4K7RvDek1PWcElih8C5C-HgUyDGVLT-5iGukjBYLDUgkmTtgUosSvxd6dZcHOLBV1vJz0/s1280/Family%20at%20Hiland1.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheitHbw4Xz-Qe5gFTvqCNnleoDAsdFaXsAdtovQGpsy7OIJf9Cdckk9OZ_6WnmMhgnFCGxutQ6VFithVgkbmHslIzNYsWRd8HASGjd4FgJlUzDZrFHNmzkSn4K7RvDek1PWcElih8C5C-HgUyDGVLT-5iGukjBYLDUgkmTtgUosSvxd6dZcHOLBV1vJz0/s320/Family%20at%20Hiland1.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Family attended Easter Service at Hiland<br />2004</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><b> Unbeknownst to me, Dad maintained his membership at Hiland. Whether he rejoined after he and Mom divorced, or he just continued a membership there while being a member at Memorial Park Presbyterian Church when we moved in 1961 is unknown. I was surprised to see his name listed as a member in the Bicentennial Yearbook from 2000.</b></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> </span><span style="font-weight: 700;">Over the years I have blogged about the many wonderful aspects of my days at Hiland Presbyterian Church. I have never mentioned the effect those years had on me during my college years. I declared sociology as my major focus of study in my junior year. I needed additional course hours and dipped my toe into the religion courses. I loved them and did well. All of my religious training from ten years at Hiland reemerged. I decided to have a dual major of sociology and religion. I visited and applied to the Pittsburgh Theological Seminary in my senior year. I did not follow through, instead choosing to apply to the Peace Corps. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> As the reader can see, I have written about my time at Hiland on four separate blogs, often repeating some of the same information. Thank you Reverend Dr. Harry William Pedicord for your positive leadership at Hiland during our years there and leaving a lasting impression. You are remembered.</span></div></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><u><b>Other Hiland Presbyterian Church Blogs on Flipside</b></u></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2016/12/back-to-50s-hiland-presbyterian-church.html">Back to the Fifties: Hiland Presbyterian Church</a></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2022/10/ken.html">Hiland Presbyterian Church: Ken's Memories</a></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> </b></span> </div><div><blockquote><span style="color: black;">I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU. All comments are welcome; however, if they are inappropriate, they will not be published. </span> <span style="color: black;">
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</div></div></div>Linda Hughes Hiserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05774876428039197357noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559842070525209896.post-58759839004560168222024-01-23T07:26:00.011-05:002024-01-23T18:24:43.236-05:00Witness to History--My Maternal Grandmother<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLB6Kt6mvWskBnM_3NwJMDxuxhX4LgDkrw1KN6jBVBH6uia__ONdCi9WokR5vCd3j2EUKkqUvn7zRPylo8VkDOe9PX40QH0YpALIuFRaJGMO3IVFb-lNtmk_4gvjjJ0rCv7gY5NkHuN6pVEB_FpbGpVs2IzxdmcdOGFKrlXnFXEM2rYJKXpBx13DGnkWY/s285/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="111" data-original-width="285" height="111" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLB6Kt6mvWskBnM_3NwJMDxuxhX4LgDkrw1KN6jBVBH6uia__ONdCi9WokR5vCd3j2EUKkqUvn7zRPylo8VkDOe9PX40QH0YpALIuFRaJGMO3IVFb-lNtmk_4gvjjJ0rCv7gY5NkHuN6pVEB_FpbGpVs2IzxdmcdOGFKrlXnFXEM2rYJKXpBx13DGnkWY/s1600/image.png" width="285" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> Amy Johnson Crow has a <a href="https://www.amyjohnsoncrow.com/52-ancestors-in-52-weeks-themes-for-2024/">52 Ancestors Week</a> blog challenge which I have decided to join. I am hoping it may help me to pinpoint someone or something that I have researched and not blogged about on Flipside. AND push me to blog about family each week in 2024. Sometimes I get lazy. 😁 Let's see how well I keep up.</b></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_LpAH1ImWxgj3cosS14ZLfOWec_Neu02lU6AiK2nZf_JLZeqvdDjNd-kYaUokj7i1sCqxqTM44v9fi7YqgI43l4rRUsZuQv_U4AvFoPF5LxDdfgIjxVENULNqVs9KVGe9d32sw9u3FeBiHD9Y5BZv1Yz6GxpiNy6WcGb0x9-pVhRrtgPHVtIHOQzUbEo/s2244/1969-wedding7.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1680" data-original-width="2244" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_LpAH1ImWxgj3cosS14ZLfOWec_Neu02lU6AiK2nZf_JLZeqvdDjNd-kYaUokj7i1sCqxqTM44v9fi7YqgI43l4rRUsZuQv_U4AvFoPF5LxDdfgIjxVENULNqVs9KVGe9d32sw9u3FeBiHD9Y5BZv1Yz6GxpiNy6WcGb0x9-pVhRrtgPHVtIHOQzUbEo/s320/1969-wedding7.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1969 Teek and I in the living room before my wedding</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> </b><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">Week #4 (January 22-28) is Witness to History. I was somewhat stumped as to what to write on this topic. I finally decided to blog about my maternal grandmother, Martha Marie Frederick Stark or my nickname for her, Teek. That nickname came from a very young, early talking little Linda. Teek did not live close by and for Mom and I to visit, we had to take a streetcar or two. I would call it a "teekcar" and that was the nexus of her name. It stuck until her death, although in looking through old holiday cards I have noticed that she signed them Teet. </b><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> </b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> Why did I choose my grandmother? She lived ninety years and was witness to nine decades of history--the world, country, and family. I am embarrassed to admit I have not blogged about Teek, so this will be long. It also has taken me countless hours to scan and get the photographs and research together. Shame on me! It has turned into her biography with a focus on history in each decade.</b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5w8GxDLQ9xbtVHbPKcg4XNVugaN0L3oJMXBeuWDHoI7e_1FlVupvjNLd9M3zHB8ByrUtKL6cBc1CIEznIWpRyjrGgKWiUYCRzn2PPLZeLiPaVH8Ot2RHbii9mW_vLo2xl2nGnRjcFdaTHgjzjF81EMXEI4DQ65P4UqisCqOZxIAIskvAPSTZVXTgel3A/s2271/1880%20Teeks%20birth%20records%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2271" data-original-width="2170" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5w8GxDLQ9xbtVHbPKcg4XNVugaN0L3oJMXBeuWDHoI7e_1FlVupvjNLd9M3zHB8ByrUtKL6cBc1CIEznIWpRyjrGgKWiUYCRzn2PPLZeLiPaVH8Ot2RHbii9mW_vLo2xl2nGnRjcFdaTHgjzjF81EMXEI4DQ65P4UqisCqOZxIAIskvAPSTZVXTgel3A/s320/1880%20Teeks%20birth%20records%20cropped.jpg" width="306" /></a></div> <b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">Martha Marie Frederick was born in Columbiana County, Ohio, the youngest child of <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2021/04/alfred-f-frederick-and-lucinda-bell-orr.html">Alfred F. Frederick and Lucinda Bell Orr</a>. Teek had two birth certificates. She celebrated her birthday on April 8, 1880. Note that the information for the March 8, 1880 was given by her mother and the April 8, 1880 was given by her Dad. Dad's birth date won out. </b><p style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> I have been fortunate to have Teek as my grandmother for many reasons. Important to my genealogical research has been that she did save some wonderful family treasures. Her precious items have been so helpful working on the genealogy of both the Frederick and the Stark family, the family she married into. </b></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7tEW_zm7TZvOyb5dGrcHri02FZ6EDxI7Jr7VlcB485eCWYGbxWQHpKpfHYMKxaHo1QvgTUG2xiDG0C2Qejdo1ig3TMCMJzEqYExiEBFWQXwPD-soRTCsZOqadzoiBt7c0hy8dLWtlC3m5W1ZosaV6Nu7Yf8kSLc-5TbMPVM2OkGcJ6O7rjXo61m2Lv9k/s629/1883%20Stark,%20Martha%20Marie%20Frederick%20carte%20d'visite%20front.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="629" data-original-width="391" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7tEW_zm7TZvOyb5dGrcHri02FZ6EDxI7Jr7VlcB485eCWYGbxWQHpKpfHYMKxaHo1QvgTUG2xiDG0C2Qejdo1ig3TMCMJzEqYExiEBFWQXwPD-soRTCsZOqadzoiBt7c0hy8dLWtlC3m5W1ZosaV6Nu7Yf8kSLc-5TbMPVM2OkGcJ6O7rjXo61m2Lv9k/s320/1883%20Stark,%20Martha%20Marie%20Frederick%20carte%20d'visite%20front.jpg" width="199" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Martha Marie Frederick<br />circa 1883<br />carte de visite</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFJcqXac481fayAuclzu09VBHD_2OpRlEzuFM8Yr1JZVrIeU4kGnYpYgwpbPifviUpr6a6gmg4cueX-EJE_CBgMCBaPsuIDxB6lJjBtjFdhTNYSmHFwqK_DWM3BhyoHHJhjZnS5gcjSbgzNvYWstyePrS470LXSej6VH4c1EEEH9yWO838GXN3b4C-XOk/s3108/IMG_7873.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3108" data-original-width="1891" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFJcqXac481fayAuclzu09VBHD_2OpRlEzuFM8Yr1JZVrIeU4kGnYpYgwpbPifviUpr6a6gmg4cueX-EJE_CBgMCBaPsuIDxB6lJjBtjFdhTNYSmHFwqK_DWM3BhyoHHJhjZnS5gcjSbgzNvYWstyePrS470LXSej6VH4c1EEEH9yWO838GXN3b4C-XOk/s320/IMG_7873.jpg" width="195" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyebk3fZppY-ZUsgR-7fr5CJUIlRzSyK_K33HM1mGDHb2eczlz_TfyoqnHyHzec4wxkFcuNVGHKQK1bo7Dv4wQ3Avg-rEU2E2XlgXrVsU04pvtHVPcqf5eBs2RLPf2bv7QY8wASTpM-dH7bVbZYNhPM5an-ser6qT7nRupac1xUILpfzGcyZmfBJp279c/s1159/1886%20Teek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1159" data-original-width="472" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyebk3fZppY-ZUsgR-7fr5CJUIlRzSyK_K33HM1mGDHb2eczlz_TfyoqnHyHzec4wxkFcuNVGHKQK1bo7Dv4wQ3Avg-rEU2E2XlgXrVsU04pvtHVPcqf5eBs2RLPf2bv7QY8wASTpM-dH7bVbZYNhPM5an-ser6qT7nRupac1xUILpfzGcyZmfBJp279c/s320/1886%20Teek.jpg" width="130" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Martha Marie Frederick <br />cropped from a family photograph<br />Circa 1885-1886<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><u>1880-1889</u> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><u><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></u></div><div style="text-align: left;"> <b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">My grandmother was age birth to nine</b><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> in this first decade. </b><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">Teek's father, Alfred Frederick, worked on the railroad and for this time in history, must have made a decent income. She grew up in small towns in Columbiana County, Ohio. There were schools, stores, churches and a social life. There was extended family nearby. Transportation would have been walking, horses, wagons and buggies. There was a local photographer and Teek saved some of those early pictures.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> Among the jewelry items housed in a small leather box, is a pretty <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2011/03/treasure-chest-thursday-martha-marie.html">child sized ring</a>. Some of the smaller stones are missing. Of interest to me was the engraving under the band--<i>Mattie</i>. My grandmother's childhood family nickname. </b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> Also there is a collection of engraved sterling silver spoons. One was my grandmothers and is engraved with <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2010/03/treasure-chest-thursday-frederick-spoon.html">MMF on the handle</a>.</b></div><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> Photographs show a well dressed family. I do not know how much of their clothing was hand sewn by Lucinda Fredrick or if it was purchased in a shop. If you enlarge the pictures the outfits are beautifully sewn with lovely details--pockets, trim, bows. I do know that my grandmother was an expert seamstress, could knit and embroider. </b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> I google searched to see what was happening in the 1880's. Edison was in the process of developing and commercializing electric lights. Early pioneers were experimenting with gliders, flight machines, submarines and automobiles. As Prohibition was taking hold a new alcohol drink called Coca-Cola became popular. New children's books that were written in the decade were Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, The Adventures of Pinocchio and Treasure Island. I wonder if my grandmother had access to these novels and was reading them? </b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><u>1890-1899</u></b></p><p><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> This decade finds my grandmother age ten to nineteen. The family continued to live in Columbiana County in the town of Columbiana. Travel locally would have been the same as in the previous decade, although distance travel was done by train. Teek's older three brothers all began working with the railroad once they became of age. </b><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> </b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijW5ymrRG0TnAPweSbj09vF6JfRg6H1eVOS9GdZjD-bRTIqBCwcMh2pPl_sa13xYCpsDGPWNg43bmNTWROq4M08Msh3yZOIUmts56-BqqNi4m1uPhPbU6TJe3QSEDuT90HahXqIP8AF2lAV1fYHhs6sWOiD9yYfhOxSMhyDnHHOm9SBRRjQk0kPdsaZ2g/s3035/circa%201889-1900.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3035" data-original-width="2123" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijW5ymrRG0TnAPweSbj09vF6JfRg6H1eVOS9GdZjD-bRTIqBCwcMh2pPl_sa13xYCpsDGPWNg43bmNTWROq4M08Msh3yZOIUmts56-BqqNi4m1uPhPbU6TJe3QSEDuT90HahXqIP8AF2lAV1fYHhs6sWOiD9yYfhOxSMhyDnHHOm9SBRRjQk0kPdsaZ2g/s320/circa%201889-1900.jpg" width="224" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAKRH4WDDve_xBhebpu6ri_GQ8tTZUcOPTdMzwxx_aKFwryQkfJqaac6MBMx1tiEH9R4oiT7Oh4-1sknmblwtZ6WjzTaLlp5Rw4Gz2-uAeWscrMwyAgiuEJFs1PJjMbniEIt39xKKxMBQKU6bfFvzv4G9T5bLRbFlk0iG70S0Gcw5QU3hRDiNeN9g4Nyc/s1772/circa%201893.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1035" data-original-width="1772" height="187" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAKRH4WDDve_xBhebpu6ri_GQ8tTZUcOPTdMzwxx_aKFwryQkfJqaac6MBMx1tiEH9R4oiT7Oh4-1sknmblwtZ6WjzTaLlp5Rw4Gz2-uAeWscrMwyAgiuEJFs1PJjMbniEIt39xKKxMBQKU6bfFvzv4G9T5bLRbFlk0iG70S0Gcw5QU3hRDiNeN9g4Nyc/s320/circa%201893.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Teen age years </td></tr></tbody></table> </div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> </b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">When my grandmother was between seventeen and eighteen, the Frederick family removed to the McKees Rocks/Esplen Borough area of Allegheny County, Pennsylvania. Located on the Ohio River, railroad tracks ran the distance of both communities. Teek's father had a terrible train accident in 1898 and lost a leg and her brother, <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2021/05/william-walter-frederick.html">William Walter Frederick</a>, died from typhoid fever. </b></div><div><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Moving from a small town in Ohio to outside the city of Pittsburgh, the family was probably able to have and use some of the latest technology of the 1880's and 1890's. Living down river from Pittsburgh they had the opportunity to visit Carnegie Museum of Art, Kennywood Amusement Park, The Pittsburgh Zoo and shop in large department stores.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Did grandmother know of the Wounded Knee massacre or Queen Victoria's Diamond Jubilee? There were labor strikes in the local steel companies and also in several railroad and miners companies. The Klondike Gold Rush began in this decade. Bicycles became very popular and Thomas Edison was perfecting the forerunner of the motion picture.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><u><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>1900-1909</b></span></u></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgscJcj16Xp3qL_MSVaPagJ_ueAg_A3TzAfrWOETJT0_fTG62ov9EjWVO8RjA_zIpM-9fR7d0tYcu1VvXzcukp8-lubuIWyK2uOLXxLvz1LE4_7RmUH68-kzsNuXlqg5eccds3DwvvxPzbNErkjCxGrI4W_q0NPGe28jCNRfsj88qY7Lvq9QHgPKERrsZY/s2613/1905%20gibson%20girls.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2293" data-original-width="2613" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgscJcj16Xp3qL_MSVaPagJ_ueAg_A3TzAfrWOETJT0_fTG62ov9EjWVO8RjA_zIpM-9fR7d0tYcu1VvXzcukp8-lubuIWyK2uOLXxLvz1LE4_7RmUH68-kzsNuXlqg5eccds3DwvvxPzbNErkjCxGrI4W_q0NPGe28jCNRfsj88qY7Lvq9QHgPKERrsZY/s320/1905%20gibson%20girls.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gibson Girl Hairdos </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheWW-oGCr3lZoLNdOqOHQ4jiFKeajFJ0yk26UCXccg9OYsILwdfXd58mPd-xHh69JJekUcv6_qwIozObWnd8stnfdBjZGhOyu4Zfar6YsdxIWcOSQqQVEtAX_Vh8XPqDCsmavcQ0WA2nkZqEHV3uDhsJd61bcbKkJoy9Q9vg1gV_6vK6Y_eaRtHAZryxM/s404/1900%20Stark,%20Martha%20Marie%20Frederick%20young%20woman%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="404" data-original-width="258" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheWW-oGCr3lZoLNdOqOHQ4jiFKeajFJ0yk26UCXccg9OYsILwdfXd58mPd-xHh69JJekUcv6_qwIozObWnd8stnfdBjZGhOyu4Zfar6YsdxIWcOSQqQVEtAX_Vh8XPqDCsmavcQ0WA2nkZqEHV3uDhsJd61bcbKkJoy9Q9vg1gV_6vK6Y_eaRtHAZryxM/s320/1900%20Stark,%20Martha%20Marie%20Frederick%20young%20woman%20cropped.jpg" width="204" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjHT0y_TChTpJrQ2suEaMcdzkzl5XXObabOYK_Egcs0t0RcH09ypgZwNFBewoYSMyo86t3yhuGxxkNl7xQP9_xYDUbEMf3uMyyBilcbesKHwzhbL_rICrzz-wnG1_vhzWcxoUVueBPTRk1rBhun5N8iWftIiECQ9KhiJ-skuO3f7vKPXEjCXdCq0T03k0/s2532/IMG_7938%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1856" data-original-width="2532" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjHT0y_TChTpJrQ2suEaMcdzkzl5XXObabOYK_Egcs0t0RcH09ypgZwNFBewoYSMyo86t3yhuGxxkNl7xQP9_xYDUbEMf3uMyyBilcbesKHwzhbL_rICrzz-wnG1_vhzWcxoUVueBPTRk1rBhun5N8iWftIiECQ9KhiJ-skuO3f7vKPXEjCXdCq0T03k0/s320/IMG_7938%20cropped.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> </b><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">During this decade Teek was age twenty to twenty-nine. On the 1900 Pennsylvania census, she is listed as a "scool teacher" in Esplen Brough, Allegheny County, Pennsylvania. She lived with her parents and brother, Robert Bell Frederick. </b></div></div><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> By 1904, the family had relocated to a house in the Bloomfield neighborhood of Pittsburgh. Teek was employed in the city as a clerk in the Frick building. The 1907 Pittsburgh City Directory lists the Frederick's as living in the Oakland neighborhood with Teek still employed in the Frick Building; however she is now a stenographer. The family has a telephone at their home. </b></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyS1WjdQImj5Yg2vTgndMrf5rbNccMRfaA2Z7zLMdCJQjhv2HxpMdYiLVfIHuKJkfR86bZOEvOWpAQqRDySmFBxsMPpQthAxM7f_5er0Vrtlov4Csk9_uKqiYRvE2qZvNDf8J7XCjZi3Rmapi-nSUxGxCNuooJeGDG4ixzi9Aq-CDgNduu7CC0nY-AuAo/s1819/1909%20Frederick%20girls%20and%20women%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1819" data-original-width="1189" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyS1WjdQImj5Yg2vTgndMrf5rbNccMRfaA2Z7zLMdCJQjhv2HxpMdYiLVfIHuKJkfR86bZOEvOWpAQqRDySmFBxsMPpQthAxM7f_5er0Vrtlov4Csk9_uKqiYRvE2qZvNDf8J7XCjZi3Rmapi-nSUxGxCNuooJeGDG4ixzi9Aq-CDgNduu7CC0nY-AuAo/s320/1909%20Frederick%20girls%20and%20women%20cropped.jpg" width="209" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Teek with her mother, Lucinda Bell Orr Frederick<br />and two unknown young women</td></tr></tbody></table> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>On December 15, 1909, Teek's mother, <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2011/03/fearless-females-1-favorite-female.html">Lucinda</a>, died at the family home in Bellevue, Allegheny County, Pennsylvania. </b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> When the family moved to Bellevue is unknown. Teek's brother Robert married in 1906 and he is the head of the household in Bellevue on the 1910 census. Teek was still employed and probably took a streetcar into Pittsburgh daily for work. I took that same streetcar from Bellevue into town when I was in elementary school with my paternal grandmother. </b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Teek was able to experience Pittsburgh baseball, football and hockey games during this time, although I do not think she was much of a sports fan. A Nickelodeon and vaudeville theater opened. The Frick Building, where Teek was employed, opened in 1902.<br /></b></span><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>A few national and international events; Hawaii became a territory of the United States, President William McKinley was assassinated, the Panama Canal was built, Congress passed a bill establishing an income tax, Lincoln's face became used on the penny and the Wright Brothers were working on powered flight in Kitty Hawk.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><u><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>1910-1919</b></span></u></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcrNG2iffob7ThMvjRyz85tGb-Hjt6z12bH71AS15anKc9b6LfTe8K4AbDbMvt14cRCaA_TQ6xY8i2A6Vfh6JKhvWmjDJNo5SsmoEhyphenhyphengo1V9Lt_zsw3ksMXiMhBvABbmHjBwVnziNwTw2XA4WV5haTkWDda5UVuuFJVHIHPHgcMV0iH2krwdnY72up_pI/s787/1910%20%20Frederick,%20Martha%20Marie%20at%20the%20lake%20circa.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="612" data-original-width="787" height="249" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcrNG2iffob7ThMvjRyz85tGb-Hjt6z12bH71AS15anKc9b6LfTe8K4AbDbMvt14cRCaA_TQ6xY8i2A6Vfh6JKhvWmjDJNo5SsmoEhyphenhyphengo1V9Lt_zsw3ksMXiMhBvABbmHjBwVnziNwTw2XA4WV5haTkWDda5UVuuFJVHIHPHgcMV0iH2krwdnY72up_pI/s320/1910%20%20Frederick,%20Martha%20Marie%20at%20the%20lake%20circa.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Circa early 1910<br />Bathing beauties<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvWLbEExQ6FekBUhh2PfWsbFdIVzDTwKX-dHUzw6e2YsjSkrD_v3U4M2srQR-L3-468k1P14sGYn8ec1D2irH9Gz5AupZlPybtiC0D8TagVZJI2KemLf2jHpIx8INIeP2EkTaopX3LhMXfXIerR17t7ZaC8pYpi_OoZhVZRZMDPs7R8boDbraDsP9PaMs/s320/IMG_7929.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="224" data-original-width="320" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvWLbEExQ6FekBUhh2PfWsbFdIVzDTwKX-dHUzw6e2YsjSkrD_v3U4M2srQR-L3-468k1P14sGYn8ec1D2irH9Gz5AupZlPybtiC0D8TagVZJI2KemLf2jHpIx8INIeP2EkTaopX3LhMXfXIerR17t7ZaC8pYpi_OoZhVZRZMDPs7R8boDbraDsP9PaMs/s1600/IMG_7929.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Time to swim or get wet</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEieUtsuCvqIXESiYVIhdNMqsUTNk4o5RNb-01f5Tt1D35KVo9ZfaeYf14nm2nj2hnweU5nyfCAo2LxhM8VFd5u4bb49Z-SO01_4OA16j5wiueFkC7W8L7WRzcvEXfKf8H0SDXcHkg5-6oPCzbBGqhr-rvLFvTVvfqAROD6ubskJBOSrJ_HPHoas7TvHVn4" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="219" data-original-width="320" height="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEieUtsuCvqIXESiYVIhdNMqsUTNk4o5RNb-01f5Tt1D35KVo9ZfaeYf14nm2nj2hnweU5nyfCAo2LxhM8VFd5u4bb49Z-SO01_4OA16j5wiueFkC7W8L7WRzcvEXfKf8H0SDXcHkg5-6oPCzbBGqhr-rvLFvTVvfqAROD6ubskJBOSrJ_HPHoas7TvHVn4" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Entering middle age, my grandmother was age thirty to thirty-nine in this decade. She continued to be employed as a stenographer at American Bridge Company in Pittsburgh and enjoy fun outings with friends. One fun finding was that her friends and some family members called her "Freddie".</b></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTONtQAc5t-eXWonhiFlbxIb7xR30x0CYypq4zdgIv_msK_bht424NxKZgaoR1lKmJZRXEaQlVGc0QhqtKS4nPTxqI3keR5S6BjiB7QYy0A7iZCPtSnZ7ujCuHImbzqBfdsTyG9AC9G-TxeJg0RVJ2HybOmg4weSXilK220kShnK-UtgdmXsE1lCICggc/s887/1911%20The_Pittsburgh_Post_1911_07_04_Page_8.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="887" data-original-width="874" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTONtQAc5t-eXWonhiFlbxIb7xR30x0CYypq4zdgIv_msK_bht424NxKZgaoR1lKmJZRXEaQlVGc0QhqtKS4nPTxqI3keR5S6BjiB7QYy0A7iZCPtSnZ7ujCuHImbzqBfdsTyG9AC9G-TxeJg0RVJ2HybOmg4weSXilK220kShnK-UtgdmXsE1lCICggc/s320/1911%20The_Pittsburgh_Post_1911_07_04_Page_8.jpg" width="315" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Pittsburgh Post<br />July 4, 1911<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></td></tr></tbody></table> <b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">There are numerous Pittsburgh newspaper articles listing her in attendance at weddings and wedding showers. In the one shown above Sara Evans was a dear friend of my grandmothers and Mrs. Robert Frederick was Teek's sister-in-law. I have posted old photographs of her with a group of friends probably from work.</b></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqUrcvlkQjKOpVNkgn5YMTRK2tCIgyR1N8bCK2SuYv9W34ha3TfMDx796hgiBXE6YAO_LuMbAx782BUUpIqae0zbbHgtcNjnSmLuWd-I-fl8v3LnBvfNEeC_7Y7YIkxzSVgHi6xCdT3GDzkCNK4H3t17YeosFpvJ-Fshwv5GrlTKcQUxx32DVEsAzRAXg/s617/stark%20family%20reunion%201named.tif" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="430" data-original-width="617" height="223" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqUrcvlkQjKOpVNkgn5YMTRK2tCIgyR1N8bCK2SuYv9W34ha3TfMDx796hgiBXE6YAO_LuMbAx782BUUpIqae0zbbHgtcNjnSmLuWd-I-fl8v3LnBvfNEeC_7Y7YIkxzSVgHi6xCdT3GDzkCNK4H3t17YeosFpvJ-Fshwv5GrlTKcQUxx32DVEsAzRAXg/s320/stark%20family%20reunion%201named.tif" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I believe this is a wedding photograph<br />The photographer was Walter Stark, my grandfather's brother</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>A male friend that my grandmother met at American Bridge was Charles Stark. On June 10, 1914, at age thirty-four she married thirty-four year old Charles Edward Stark, son of <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2021/01/part-1-charles-stark-and-wilhelmine.html">Charles Stark</a> and <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2021/01/part-2-wilhelmine-catherine-schwartz.html">Wilhelmine Catherine Schwarz Stark</a>. </b></span></div><p></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Once married, my grandmother settled into the housewife role and did not work outside the house again. My Stark grandfather was a good provider as the chief clerk of the Traffic Department at American Bridge Company (United States Steel). The traffic department was in charge of the money, primarily paying the bills and employees. My mother once told me that her father did all the math in his head--no machine.</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Some of the changes, news and inventions that my grandmother saw this decade were:</b></span></p><p></p><ol style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>World War I</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>The luxury liner Titanic sunk</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>First heavier than air airline flight from St. Petersburg, Florida to Tampa.</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Mother's Day became a holiday</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Oreo cookies came on the market</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Girl Scouts were organized</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Ford opened first assembly line for the Model T</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Congress passed a bill for daylight savings time</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>There was a Spanish flu pandemic</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>The beginning of Prohibition</b></span></li></ol><p></p><p><u><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>1920-1929</b></span></u></p><p> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Teek was age forty to forty-nine in this decade</b></span>. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0sytYDpYUkTju0hAZr3ipSqjSCoqxT080pBuoYIMVsPwSgOSl7VdbA4TtUIIB6BO8zXEFpn1P7xHVzTmiSF9McnYFCrxbiiQfp5JmvcEVLje0HYWHSEBH4vrtOYSE_TSHl27zFqunbc7smZj1f5V_gl5R60kO0O83x1gKlY1T4pRmY4NICcJJQnXgN2w/s822/1922%20Hughes,%20Martha%20Stark%20at%20age%203%20months--1922%20with%20her%20Mom.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="822" data-original-width="570" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0sytYDpYUkTju0hAZr3ipSqjSCoqxT080pBuoYIMVsPwSgOSl7VdbA4TtUIIB6BO8zXEFpn1P7xHVzTmiSF9McnYFCrxbiiQfp5JmvcEVLje0HYWHSEBH4vrtOYSE_TSHl27zFqunbc7smZj1f5V_gl5R60kO0O83x1gKlY1T4pRmY4NICcJJQnXgN2w/s320/1922%20Hughes,%20Martha%20Stark%20at%20age%203%20months--1922%20with%20her%20Mom.jpg" width="222" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Martha Marie Frederick Stark <br />and<br />Martha Jean Stark<br />March, 1922</td></tr></tbody></table> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>My mother, Martha Jean Stark, was born on December 4, 1921 in a hospital in what is today, the north side of Pittsburgh, Allegheny County, Pennsylvania. Her parents were both forty-one. I have to imagine that having a child at that time and at that age was of concern. Probably Teek took it easy and was on bed rest. To add to her discomfort was rheumatoid arthritis, which she suffered from the remainder of her life.</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGpAk4fo3fJWE0h86O4944M1rgPVhgwwszJ7P1kQh2TPDeBJtLjn5A-WwBJG96SHDtA28SeEZn1jLnDyA4icNcLuxJChLInBlW0LE9TkcuX25fmLVpO_W26S3arCfajumJ3o8pO4BSX6smKraft_9lIUJsB1jpFeY8ZfGcUbna2Jj-6f3M0s_zWoJ-gW8/s2356/611%20California%20Avenue.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2356" data-original-width="1840" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGpAk4fo3fJWE0h86O4944M1rgPVhgwwszJ7P1kQh2TPDeBJtLjn5A-WwBJG96SHDtA28SeEZn1jLnDyA4icNcLuxJChLInBlW0LE9TkcuX25fmLVpO_W26S3arCfajumJ3o8pO4BSX6smKraft_9lIUJsB1jpFeY8ZfGcUbna2Jj-6f3M0s_zWoJ-gW8/s320/611%20California%20Avenue.jpg" width="250" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">611 California Avenue<br />Avalon, Pennsylvania</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> After the birth of their daughter, the Starks moved from Pittsburgh to this house in Avalon. </span></div></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCzFCLq1ucbY5EN30bpmDuSv5mr5WdaZnpYIVsNQb0XdtAkWZq2cFO0FhuI0JqzhyKVZbD15WsD-ETyaZRXXDZ02OsaKn3enc6z6XeoVZ62D0ymdi_czOLJR9Do3KJMB9b-DGyJm3t06p2PCs7-_RfQqjoKi6YGVlaHJN7darUy5raD_sOXu64-_JfaQA/s686/1924%20starksummer.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="686" data-original-width="664" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCzFCLq1ucbY5EN30bpmDuSv5mr5WdaZnpYIVsNQb0XdtAkWZq2cFO0FhuI0JqzhyKVZbD15WsD-ETyaZRXXDZ02OsaKn3enc6z6XeoVZ62D0ymdi_czOLJR9Do3KJMB9b-DGyJm3t06p2PCs7-_RfQqjoKi6YGVlaHJN7darUy5raD_sOXu64-_JfaQA/s320/1924%20starksummer.jpg" width="310" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1924 <br />Cedar Point, Sandusky, Ohio</td></tr></tbody></table> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> The Starks did travel and there was a vacation every summer. My grandfather never owned or drove a car, so travel was primarily by train. I chose the photo above to show Teek's hair. My mother told me that Teek lost her hair after her pregnancy and for decades wore a wig, which was called a <i>transformation</i> in the twenties. </b></span> </div><div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCh2DUvzi3daBAwuAt1ND14KlNxrr5zpj_qlefFB0UxYv6n1mAR5nFsClVV8ZSjvlo2pNBpe2FGNVPZZP9AUZYzvx2e-b7PieFBmKTI-NireL7yEX0V2uEN3SdVOFTb-qTZcHtn-Znjz-aNhQv4dPNal_9kJqDvIY56_-v7qkHRlyVAPwGbbFWijAmbgE/s1062/1928%20motor%20trip--West%20Point,%20NY2.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="718" data-original-width="1062" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCh2DUvzi3daBAwuAt1ND14KlNxrr5zpj_qlefFB0UxYv6n1mAR5nFsClVV8ZSjvlo2pNBpe2FGNVPZZP9AUZYzvx2e-b7PieFBmKTI-NireL7yEX0V2uEN3SdVOFTb-qTZcHtn-Znjz-aNhQv4dPNal_9kJqDvIY56_-v7qkHRlyVAPwGbbFWijAmbgE/s320/1928%20motor%20trip--West%20Point,%20NY2.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Front and around the car<br />My Mom, Teek, Granny Stark, Aunt Frances and Grandfather Stark</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmOrRxWVwyS3xJxCCTJCkNPlqfMmGTWLTo3PJFnrSb4ia4XimYZEKMXcg2o1aW14B2mlsACQ-yYp53IUXvqT6CnYgHhFBI-onxRAtOtoXCx3zYloMlhZ8QnJypn6t3VsFiF-LHNFAHPRlCTAzkbdnb7MjDdJ1o77X-ZBddegRCyMImS-UbiQa5qP6-j90/s696/1928%20Stark,%20Charles%20and%20Teek%20in%20New%20York%20August%201928cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="696" data-original-width="396" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmOrRxWVwyS3xJxCCTJCkNPlqfMmGTWLTo3PJFnrSb4ia4XimYZEKMXcg2o1aW14B2mlsACQ-yYp53IUXvqT6CnYgHhFBI-onxRAtOtoXCx3zYloMlhZ8QnJypn6t3VsFiF-LHNFAHPRlCTAzkbdnb7MjDdJ1o77X-ZBddegRCyMImS-UbiQa5qP6-j90/s320/1928%20Stark,%20Charles%20and%20Teek%20in%20New%20York%20August%201928cropped.jpg" width="182" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grandfather Stark and Teek<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></td></tr></tbody></table> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>This trip is a focus of a blog on <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2009/11/smile-for-camera-18th-edition-travel.html">Flipside</a>. It was taken in the summer of 1928 and the travelers were my Mom age seven, Teek, Grandfather Stark (I never gave him a nickname because he died before I was born), my maternal great grandmother Stark (Wilhelmine Schwarz Stark), my grand uncle (<a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2015/04/alfred-walter-stark-photographer.html">Alfred Walter Stark</a>) and his wife Frances Stark. Teek referred to cars back then as a <i>buggy </i>or a<i> machine</i>. The one pictured belonged to Uncle Walter. I love how well dressed the ladies were while traveling. Coats, dresses, heels and hats. Teek is even pictured wearing what appears to be a fox fur collar.</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> The Stark Family took a summer vacation and many weekend trips somewhere every year; however, Teek is rarely to never, pictured. I wonder if she was the photographer.</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> </b></span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>The Starks lived an upper middle class life. They never owned, but rented apartments in Avalon, a borough outside of Pittsburgh, Allegheny County, Pennsylvania. My Mom talked about Teek inviting family in for dinners on weekends. She was meticulous planning the meal and setting the table with her <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2010/05/treasure-chest-thursday-stark-haviland.html">Limoges Haviland china</a>, crystal glasses and sterling silver flatware. BTW, I now have all her tableware </b></span>😀<p> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>When I interviewed an older cousin of Mom's, she talked about loving to visit her Aunt Martha. Teek would open the door and the girls would come in for cookies, or applesauce, or whatever Teek had prepared that afternoon. My aside on this. Teek was much older when I came into the picture and I do not remember her as the grandmother who cooked. </b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjEfDK9FPyQy4AqXt7pARJIvfryDnlqaiJcIjetRsevfyvOiuHude4pIjtpBLEnr70NibffXZpf4MviESqBcQlyO9DzrqDOO8NjK6eOlq1XScMJ051POGntpo3liyNoWHCVBPn7_cLbMA04zSC_afOeUcQkrSbc8yax8dHUZDRVwuZD1QQFGM-L3docPW8" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="212" height="378" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjEfDK9FPyQy4AqXt7pARJIvfryDnlqaiJcIjetRsevfyvOiuHude4pIjtpBLEnr70NibffXZpf4MviESqBcQlyO9DzrqDOO8NjK6eOlq1XScMJ051POGntpo3liyNoWHCVBPn7_cLbMA04zSC_afOeUcQkrSbc8yax8dHUZDRVwuZD1QQFGM-L3docPW8=w251-h378" width="251" /></a></b></span></div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /> </b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">The Starks were active members in the Bellevue Methodist Episcopal Church (later known as the Greenstone United Methodist Church). Teek enjoyed the social aspect and was an active member of one of the church circles. She maintained her membership there throughout her life. </b><p></p> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> I mentioned in an earlier decade that my grandmother was an excellent seamstress, even with the arthritis in her hands. My mother said Teek made most of her clothes during her lifetime living with her Mom and Dad. Teek did not use paper patterns. She would order dresses from Joseph Horne's in town, lay the dress on a piece of fabric and copy it. The store bought dress would then be returned.</b></span><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv4ewyjd_ZwruFmzsq2T1eQsOVDQkegWe4ll2lxfT792CqJ-x190uiY0DZh74IcI5wzBqj_9tp5KW_SXTpGp0fhcUXiJmjXeCalK7ckmsjHa71P5fR_mCt3uC5WZIqx0A5xRhlKk6dMjgWiG4F01nT2S4HdxeU2ChJs74sQQgloacdVT4MkI_DIlEQSDA/s1600/Dress%20made%20for%20Linda%20by%20Teek%20closeup%20of%20flowers1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv4ewyjd_ZwruFmzsq2T1eQsOVDQkegWe4ll2lxfT792CqJ-x190uiY0DZh74IcI5wzBqj_9tp5KW_SXTpGp0fhcUXiJmjXeCalK7ckmsjHa71P5fR_mCt3uC5WZIqx0A5xRhlKk6dMjgWiG4F01nT2S4HdxeU2ChJs74sQQgloacdVT4MkI_DIlEQSDA/s320/Dress%20made%20for%20Linda%20by%20Teek%20closeup%20of%20flowers1.jpg" width="320" /></a><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"> </b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><br /></b></div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> One of her <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2010/02/wordless-wednesday-precious-little.html">signatures was embroidering small roses</a> on the collar of a dress or blouse. The photo above is on a dress she made for me when I was a toddler. Note the hand stitching on the lace.</b></span><p></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> During this decade, Teek's father, Alfred F. Frederick died as did her older brother, <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2021/04/albert-burt-l-frederick-of-ohio.html">Albert L. Frederick</a>. Both died in the Chicago, Cook County, Illinois area.</b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><span> </span></b></p><p> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Google searching events of this decade, I decided to list the following:</b></span> </p><p></p><ol style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>KDKA in Pittsburgh was the first radio station to broadcast</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Wall Street crash and beginning of the Great Depression</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Fitzgerald and Hemingway popular fiction authors</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Charles Lindberg and Amelia Earhart trans-Atlantic flights</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Jazz Singer first motion picture with sound</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Bill passed in Congress to give Women the Right to Vote</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>NBC and CBS radio stations</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Flying in an airplane became commonplace </b></span></li></ol><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b></b></span><p></p><p><u><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>1930-1939</b></span></u></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnfNL-ajGOQDfMJO0VMv9wby20vW0VJrtIv-i9hGqUnX9DB7ccgaR384bnDRga_Nb065iJUSg9fqpUxKcSfD75RkMq7OsMwo4q8rzsQeHwbyWQiZu7-wDSAPLEZJQuYVBpRKXiuVM0m0qciYkN8FZA3fFo0wDizPOfh1mhRN7Qnc_cU6eoRUME8LBcNLU/s1176/Stark%20Home%20836%20Florence--Moms%20house%20in%20high%20school%20and%20til%20Dad's%20death.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="930" data-original-width="1176" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnfNL-ajGOQDfMJO0VMv9wby20vW0VJrtIv-i9hGqUnX9DB7ccgaR384bnDRga_Nb065iJUSg9fqpUxKcSfD75RkMq7OsMwo4q8rzsQeHwbyWQiZu7-wDSAPLEZJQuYVBpRKXiuVM0m0qciYkN8FZA3fFo0wDizPOfh1mhRN7Qnc_cU6eoRUME8LBcNLU/s320/Stark%20Home%20836%20Florence--Moms%20house%20in%20high%20school%20and%20til%20Dad's%20death.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">836 Florence Avenue<br />Avalon, Pennsylvania</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>During this decade my grandmother was age fifty to fifty-nine and was raising a daughter age nine through high school. My mother told me that they did not suffer financially through the Great Depression. Grandfather Stark continued to be gainfully employed.</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> During the day, when Mom was in school and my grandfather was at work, Teek would wear her housedress/housecoat to clean and cook in. At the end of the afternoon, she would change into a more presentable outfit to greet her husband. I can remember, even in the early 1950's, my mother wore a housedress until late afternoon when my Dad would come home. </b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Dinner was meat, potatoes and a vegetable. Dessert was served afterwards. My Mom told me a story of once, during the Depression, Teek served mush and scrapple for dinner. My Mom thought that perhaps her Dad had lost his job. Apparently, mush and scrapple was often served as a breakfast meat.</b></span></p><p> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Teek would walk "up town" or take the streetcar from Avalon to Bellevue to purchase groceries a couple of times weekly. They had a refrigerator; however, that appliance did not hold the amount of food that we are accustomed to today added to the fact that meats were not processed like they are today. Also, my Mom remembered that there was a block of ice in the refrigerator to keep it cold. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE73HWbHkx8WVlM4ReHvKWubVdh0V6NkrdSAzC5rFTfLzTkLJ0XZkGiHS0Wv9Op883Lb8IVvCYGRzivPIfY4aBZkdDUfjQ0Wz7u3Ow25P0XX1BDDmIv1tGKHOXi7iXgpnawtvJxvUWDZ-SQN28H5IiGwvjGVUcmkttrbGiTzsxyiJMoHzBD-mC7Flb4cM/s2416/1933.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2416" data-original-width="1898" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE73HWbHkx8WVlM4ReHvKWubVdh0V6NkrdSAzC5rFTfLzTkLJ0XZkGiHS0Wv9Op883Lb8IVvCYGRzivPIfY4aBZkdDUfjQ0Wz7u3Ow25P0XX1BDDmIv1tGKHOXi7iXgpnawtvJxvUWDZ-SQN28H5IiGwvjGVUcmkttrbGiTzsxyiJMoHzBD-mC7Flb4cM/s320/1933.jpg" width="251" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Counted Cross Stitch made by Teek in 1933<br />for my Mom. Later it hung in my bedroom <br />and today it is on my dining room wall.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d;"> </span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>The Starks had a telephone. Grandfather Stark loved classical music and opera. My Mom said he would listen to records on an old Victrola nightly. Teek usually worked on a sewing or needlework project. They also had a radio as listed on the 1930 census report. Laundry was done in a wringer washer in the basement and clothes were hung in the basement to dry. Mom told me that the laundry was dried in the basement even in the summer because the air in Pittsburgh was so dirty from the steel mills.</b></span></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHg5ptrHpR_lGkZe3moOrSd1YXbkidWT_ETvHdcT_Xo_FxIug7383WyAH93aNURQ0vO0uBT2xlfRw2ufU5m31N2UP3YyfIugQHel4mOr-1aedcIHLQKeeCZCvUgiWnos88AoMvOLrLISOrVBuKPNyrwjr03G_wOKEW5422IO47tYuDXlWJ4OM9IWjBy78/s1747/MOM--age%2010%20photo%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1264" data-original-width="1747" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHg5ptrHpR_lGkZe3moOrSd1YXbkidWT_ETvHdcT_Xo_FxIug7383WyAH93aNURQ0vO0uBT2xlfRw2ufU5m31N2UP3YyfIugQHel4mOr-1aedcIHLQKeeCZCvUgiWnos88AoMvOLrLISOrVBuKPNyrwjr03G_wOKEW5422IO47tYuDXlWJ4OM9IWjBy78/s320/MOM--age%2010%20photo%20cropped.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> This is a close-up of a dress made for Mom probably in her later elementary school years. Teek had a pedal operated sewing machine and did all the embroidery and smocking by hand. Unbelievable craftsman ship. Mom told me that Teek continued to made her clothes through high school, although Mom wished for a store bought dress.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Teek was an organization member. She joined the Avalon Women's Club. The earliest record I have is in the 1930's. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIZCR3xIBovNo71hQe9iwZpSf4A2DghL1sTYhQawgFYpzBCr6s7TVBYcx8MYe41bLh5MswTY8uzxfl8jO52gc_fxUZc4YhzeApcZmhqdj_GmZUoEjP8_Mjdd4Q22tHhNaH_OokG0mvfUfqQGT_u8V3TmPzoPTeuj2YfnYPiSON6Bv2Ud2Y3LRwzFhupeI/s1066/chicago%20ex.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="923" data-original-width="1066" height="277" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIZCR3xIBovNo71hQe9iwZpSf4A2DghL1sTYhQawgFYpzBCr6s7TVBYcx8MYe41bLh5MswTY8uzxfl8jO52gc_fxUZc4YhzeApcZmhqdj_GmZUoEjP8_Mjdd4Q22tHhNaH_OokG0mvfUfqQGT_u8V3TmPzoPTeuj2YfnYPiSON6Bv2Ud2Y3LRwzFhupeI/s320/chicago%20ex.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Mom in Chicago at the Sinclair Exhibit<br />Chicago Worlds Fair<br />1934</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> </span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>A</b></span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>s I mentioned in the last decade that the Stark Family did enjoy their vacations and this decade is no different. With my Mom now in her teens, some trips took in an educational aspect. Old photo albums have pictures of my Mom at the Chicago Worlds Fair A Century of Progress International Exposition in 1934, the Canadian National Exhibition in Toronto Canada which a side trip to Niagara Falls in 1935 and the Cleveland Exposition in 1936. There was a week at Belle Isle near Detroit for some swimming fun.</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Many Saturday's the family walked into Bellevue from Avalon to go to the movies with a bite to eat at a restaurant afterwards.</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> The final year of this decade ushered in a dramatic change in the Stark family, my Mom graduated from high school and in the fall went to Ohio to attend The College of Wooster. Teek and my grandfather were empty nesters.</b></span></p><p> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Certainly Teek was aware of this collection of events during the 1930's.</b></span></p><p></p><ol style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>The Great Depression</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Birdseye packaging frozen vegetables</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>H.J. Heinz of Pittsburgh canning soup and baby food</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>The Lindberg's baby kidnapped and found dead</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>The Roosevelt Years--my Grandfather Stark was not a Roosevelt supporter. My mother said her Dad detested Roosevelt.</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Prohibition ends--the Starks were teetotalers</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>the Hindenburg disaster</b></span></li><li><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">Superman appears in Action comics</b></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Television stations launched and President Roosevelt gives a speech broadcast in 1939</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Social Security Act</b></span></li></ol><p></p><p><u><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>1940-1949</b></span></u></p><p> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Teek was age sixty to sixty-nine during this decade. She had always been involved in local women's clubs; however, with my Mom away in school, she began to take hostess roles. My grandfather was still gainfully employed. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq4wQzByrM2b3mgffxcNXJhO1PqqIr6N9QxYi6nxC-pl7VroHNPVKt7OMLUt0fUCZ5FWdXJE7vH39b8cga9T6h5c7-hARNJoWbZ6zbDJL0rC68M1oQJcvYfMDnJN7iNQChZOudOJww3TIR31CydUGg9ZTGJqsK2mMwNl4PjLsN6w22CfPmEfE37zpqp24/s1478/IMG_7924.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1478" data-original-width="1428" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq4wQzByrM2b3mgffxcNXJhO1PqqIr6N9QxYi6nxC-pl7VroHNPVKt7OMLUt0fUCZ5FWdXJE7vH39b8cga9T6h5c7-hARNJoWbZ6zbDJL0rC68M1oQJcvYfMDnJN7iNQChZOudOJww3TIR31CydUGg9ZTGJqsK2mMwNl4PjLsN6w22CfPmEfE37zpqp24/s320/IMG_7924.jpg" width="309" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Needlepoint by Teek</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> </span><b>Since my Mom was away in college at the beginning of the decade, I have no stories of Teek. I do not know if they continued to take trips. There are no photographs to give me a clue.</b></span></div><p></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> In 1943 my Mom and Dad married. They stayed in the general area, so any visits were made by streetcar or bus. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUU-IBGoql7azy8cv9Ug9khSf9F9sD0bsOf52VYxfzO0SKcRQdVzGBCR4ynWeZebyFh3oQmHHHCNlzWByUuAopSk-SQpSEhS1SNfqC_WH3OU7xc3Fg7VqDFQhI440YObEzjPgyTaVYSUKsllnWNnPjZDkTFnMMqrLJS9YYy1Ufrk4QUmvI3TdrxW2CNb4/s705/1945%20Charles%20Edward%20Stark%20obituary.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="239" data-original-width="705" height="108" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUU-IBGoql7azy8cv9Ug9khSf9F9sD0bsOf52VYxfzO0SKcRQdVzGBCR4ynWeZebyFh3oQmHHHCNlzWByUuAopSk-SQpSEhS1SNfqC_WH3OU7xc3Fg7VqDFQhI440YObEzjPgyTaVYSUKsllnWNnPjZDkTFnMMqrLJS9YYy1Ufrk4QUmvI3TdrxW2CNb4/s320/1945%20Charles%20Edward%20Stark%20obituary.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> </span><b>On January 24, 1945, my Grandfather Stark died quite suddenly. </b><b>Teek's husband left her financially well off so income was not an issue for the remainder of her long life. </b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b> I would like to mention here that Grandfather Stark had invested in several blue chip stocks. Money from those stocks financed Teek for the next twenty-five years. They were handed down to my mother and were sold by me at Mom's death in 1999. As part of her estate my two brothers and myself each received a portion of Grandfather Stark's investments. My portion was invested in an annuity from which receive a monthly amount. As a money manager with the United States Steel Company he wisely saved his money in stocks which are still providing for his family seventy-nine years after his death. I gave my son a piece of my portion and it is the cornerstone of his investments. Yet another generation added.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUtJ2k_cw6VfShE8k6x7F4hNtBRddVbNwvMdXueBptm20KspDnUvHWuiFgBLuB5ScxoQLf_6C8qAFpe0dOExly6jyDJF30x2c0mKglZU_Hnlal8y20vdLcoiGhNkOobvbaTsWggxojQmgT19A-0iAhBDjt14Z5SbdWdsa5mLmjJYNy1e5NUCr71idjxQE/s2062/IMG_7999.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1752" data-original-width="2062" height="272" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUtJ2k_cw6VfShE8k6x7F4hNtBRddVbNwvMdXueBptm20KspDnUvHWuiFgBLuB5ScxoQLf_6C8qAFpe0dOExly6jyDJF30x2c0mKglZU_Hnlal8y20vdLcoiGhNkOobvbaTsWggxojQmgT19A-0iAhBDjt14Z5SbdWdsa5mLmjJYNy1e5NUCr71idjxQE/s320/IMG_7999.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">501 California Avenue<br />Avalon, Pennsylvania</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbrK0HufMIs4IcHjh61HBXGg765lfUTGxiMdx9eRdA6IUZ7V0GW7e_ihLVnB7Z6Gj-ZqsCuafPwEF60phYtw-ZVMXRZdx9YPv9zb-8UHWoPTXxHE8erdktNzTsnnUjhpO9cpIxEgzByIZvxJsLNZJXcFWJ-gSp03iU3ododxe_Yj4wd5TdIZElmEWdIhg/s1645/IMG_8001.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1645" data-original-width="1591" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbrK0HufMIs4IcHjh61HBXGg765lfUTGxiMdx9eRdA6IUZ7V0GW7e_ihLVnB7Z6Gj-ZqsCuafPwEF60phYtw-ZVMXRZdx9YPv9zb-8UHWoPTXxHE8erdktNzTsnnUjhpO9cpIxEgzByIZvxJsLNZJXcFWJ-gSp03iU3ododxe_Yj4wd5TdIZElmEWdIhg/s320/IMG_8001.jpg" width="309" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b> Teek, now a widow, moved from the family rental property in Avalon to a smaller one bedroom apartment. I vaguely remember this apartment. There was a living room, dining room, bedroom, bathroom and kitchen in the back. There was a long dark hallway and the doors to the rooms connected to the hallway. </b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b> As I mentioned earlier, Mom and I would take the streetcar weekly to visit in Avalon (the apartment with the long dark hallway 😇). Thus the nickname was born--teekcar to Teek. Teek's apartment was on the first floor. Looking at the photograph, I would think apartment 1 would be on the left side; however, I remember the long hallway with rooms going to the left. That would be the apartment on the right hand side.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMXfU4XVZMCtTMaOcqlr4wHxtcleIgJ0S3Fy0uELLxKrgAQ8hp7q5e6xX1MkcOIO74Ek1z8DYFb2Ma4ohSTjfEOyaUL4rvk-8IanvYxePsmsIqKGSkW_WeZuFZPTTu8_TuvyK5OPOY9LD1NYcAD6f04u1FMldOxfKIYWdQUYJASJY3p37mXbN0Z0SY3X0/s1949/1947%20Teek%20and%20Me.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1949" data-original-width="1241" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMXfU4XVZMCtTMaOcqlr4wHxtcleIgJ0S3Fy0uELLxKrgAQ8hp7q5e6xX1MkcOIO74Ek1z8DYFb2Ma4ohSTjfEOyaUL4rvk-8IanvYxePsmsIqKGSkW_WeZuFZPTTu8_TuvyK5OPOY9LD1NYcAD6f04u1FMldOxfKIYWdQUYJASJY3p37mXbN0Z0SY3X0/s320/1947%20Teek%20and%20Me.jpg" width="204" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> </span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>I now become part of Teek's story on May 1, 1947. She had a new little girl to sew dresses for and add her signature embroidered roses. </b></span><span style="font-weight: 700;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div></span></div></div></span></div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAEDNSKU1y6GcwM9Tg2J9ien4Jj7EOsGAT1lrbChyPlRfTqj8EfItKOOIXy2NNqw4HAWevwLL1kyhYPD2628IogWxAgm2PJm9yLxl2JySRWFggEO29xZu_Z4juDvh_y93c3KZ-u8eG24O_t9Bfd5KyHQ_OydA-kbOAnIozHjEuxPXz4NJr8WSQZRv58O4/s1230/Hughes,%20George%20V%20first%20car1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="830" data-original-width="1230" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAEDNSKU1y6GcwM9Tg2J9ien4Jj7EOsGAT1lrbChyPlRfTqj8EfItKOOIXy2NNqw4HAWevwLL1kyhYPD2628IogWxAgm2PJm9yLxl2JySRWFggEO29xZu_Z4juDvh_y93c3KZ-u8eG24O_t9Bfd5KyHQ_OydA-kbOAnIozHjEuxPXz4NJr8WSQZRv58O4/s320/Hughes,%20George%20V%20first%20car1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> </div><div> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Teek purchased a car for Mom and Dad. My Mom never drove it until Dad served in Korea. Dad needed a car as he had completed medical school and needed transportation for his internship, </b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">residency, </b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>etc.</b></span> </div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_uXKeZC_jCmuh1MO_AzNkbxamIMyT845JlF3P8aRwortQUDwIAF-Y_GffbR81RD-uFwUZGUoDG0f-MSUpHortXUUYPgxYfNMroGo8M0tHhqp26yIpPD47WnFC-R2xVhWEpY11ibOak7PRD12eOM9NCBmyTtpGPeMgORzX3P1qdo9uwMqX5Vc0YKJhdDs/s2286/1948.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2286" data-original-width="1329" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_uXKeZC_jCmuh1MO_AzNkbxamIMyT845JlF3P8aRwortQUDwIAF-Y_GffbR81RD-uFwUZGUoDG0f-MSUpHortXUUYPgxYfNMroGo8M0tHhqp26yIpPD47WnFC-R2xVhWEpY11ibOak7PRD12eOM9NCBmyTtpGPeMgORzX3P1qdo9uwMqX5Vc0YKJhdDs/s320/1948.jpg" width="186" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1948</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> My first Halloween and of course Teek made my costume. There was a huge amount of material turned inside and hemmed at the waist to let it out as I grew. I was still wearing this costume until 1952. I still have the costume and both of my boys wore it for Halloween when they were young in the early and mid 1980's.</b></span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKs3nSz753uanzViUGCQ2a1RBPv2ClYjPn7RsC3fe9wolQos9PFI9wXPP3Ya7EeJ0oQoUmD6Cl5QJUKpn9Mi2zGNYTQxKXMFejbRhKo1vgRNJmzXA36EH4fZ7ShjZMEiLNv3OTkj2eE-QL1Mo4TOD7XVKyIUP06pJm67GwbyOeJ9yUUVuCa31ElSVSqYU/s3325/1949%20teek%20and%20me.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2247" data-original-width="3325" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKs3nSz753uanzViUGCQ2a1RBPv2ClYjPn7RsC3fe9wolQos9PFI9wXPP3Ya7EeJ0oQoUmD6Cl5QJUKpn9Mi2zGNYTQxKXMFejbRhKo1vgRNJmzXA36EH4fZ7ShjZMEiLNv3OTkj2eE-QL1Mo4TOD7XVKyIUP06pJm67GwbyOeJ9yUUVuCa31ElSVSqYU/s320/1949%20teek%20and%20me.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Teek, Pop Pop and Me<br />Summer 1949 Brigantine Beach, New Jersey</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Teek was always included, even on family vacation to Brigantine Beach, New Jersey in 1949. Note she is wearing a dress on the beach. </b></span> </div><div><br /></div><div> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Once again I Google searched for events that occurred during this decade.</b></span></div><div><p style="text-align: left;"></p><ol style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Cartoon characters introduced were: Bugs Bunny, Tom and Jerry, and Woody Woodpecker</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Color TV was demonstrated</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Regular television stations CBS and NBC</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Commercial airlines became popular</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Pearl Harbor and World War II</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Atomic bombing of Japan</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Harry Truman becomes president</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Jackie Robinson breaks the color barrier in baseball</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Polaroid camera</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>On TV: Meet the Press, World Series, Texaco Theater staring Milton Berle</b></span></li></ol><p></p><p><u><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>1950-1959</b></span></u></p><p> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> My maternal grandmother is age seventy to seventy nine in this decade and this decade progressed, I was old enough have my own memories of Teek.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXuHrcMYGu-Rhx1rIRPq_oUmUxCgRTSpIkRvrTvBLbIabnAWPRoHZ64KV5WIRKIddhTsZnumkuTzi3y_kA-P5x0YLWGaAquU-xkszyeMdN-k1_VDHYVpnCUmzEDc0_11LfsGS_swjBeEeH59OMH_cjPRZFsZf88juL7yeWlPhIG1Li8XSp2GvvvF7RKko/s801/1955-002-Easter.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="801" data-original-width="693" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXuHrcMYGu-Rhx1rIRPq_oUmUxCgRTSpIkRvrTvBLbIabnAWPRoHZ64KV5WIRKIddhTsZnumkuTzi3y_kA-P5x0YLWGaAquU-xkszyeMdN-k1_VDHYVpnCUmzEDc0_11LfsGS_swjBeEeH59OMH_cjPRZFsZf88juL7yeWlPhIG1Li8XSp2GvvvF7RKko/s320/1955-002-Easter.jpg" width="277" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Easter 1955</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> </span><b>She made the majority of my school clothes, which in this decade was dresses, jumpers and skirts and blouses. I had pants and shorts for play; however, I cannot remember if they were store bought or if Teek made them too. When Santa brought me a Ginny doll for Christmas, Teek made my doll matching dresses. 😀</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfH4or_w0LByCu4fK8QdNeqmjl3v3GoPmn1-UnNH7i9EfgUU_eOeM0pF6Oy3LFGwTZpsiljr4gM_7zRS0GYscjo9E7yvFuAJKTM9zVFijC6dJ4OrhNyWWoLM98GdNVQA50_kFLILTDdv51uIBFkI2KvWBnzZHWEGNqr41WjjZQPz0ozymKTkwgYq3BKrM/s500/view.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="401" data-original-width="500" height="257" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfH4or_w0LByCu4fK8QdNeqmjl3v3GoPmn1-UnNH7i9EfgUU_eOeM0pF6Oy3LFGwTZpsiljr4gM_7zRS0GYscjo9E7yvFuAJKTM9zVFijC6dJ4OrhNyWWoLM98GdNVQA50_kFLILTDdv51uIBFkI2KvWBnzZHWEGNqr41WjjZQPz0ozymKTkwgYq3BKrM/s320/view.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Joseph Horne Department Store<br /><a href="https://historicpittsburgh.org/islandora/object/pitt%3A715.70122382_08.CP">Historic Pittsburgh</a> </span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><b> </b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">During my early elementary school years, before the school year began, Mom and I made the trip in town to purchase the new school shoes. We took the streetcar from West View and got off at Horne's Department Store. Teek was always there ahead of us and would wave from the open balcony on the second floor. First stop was the shoe department and a pair of Stride Rite shoes. Teek always paid for my school shoes. Lunch was either at Horne's Restaurant or Stouffers'. </b></div><p> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> My mother would call Teek several times weekly, and she was often at the house for Sunday dinner. Teek was always included all of my paternal grandparents celebrations. Grams and Pop Pop lived nearby and would pick Teek up. </b></span></p><p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnojVf-VwKs6i2CiwvVn3OQKdj0F8CorFkPTvCKGVnm8khlKDeVMqqP5fhIgJ4SSBvgUuD_3fMsPH_NaovJY_yRSn4XfG63naG4_8Zl1WPiY9FcwJQtqQvn_mtY7WEBAtVRIGo6bcWkqTkVmbcM9MhcpCA0i8uQOzCbjUa8CShvufh0gqyrM8T2W7LrPs/s910/1953-026-Family%20Picnic%20group%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="910" data-original-width="806" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnojVf-VwKs6i2CiwvVn3OQKdj0F8CorFkPTvCKGVnm8khlKDeVMqqP5fhIgJ4SSBvgUuD_3fMsPH_NaovJY_yRSn4XfG63naG4_8Zl1WPiY9FcwJQtqQvn_mtY7WEBAtVRIGo6bcWkqTkVmbcM9MhcpCA0i8uQOzCbjUa8CShvufh0gqyrM8T2W7LrPs/s320/1953-026-Family%20Picnic%20group%20cropped.jpg" width="283" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1953 Family picnic at North Park<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table> <b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">This picnic was a celebration of my Dad's return from Korea. Pictured is Teek, Great Grandmother Hughes, Ken about 15 months and Pop Pop. My great grandmother was born in England in 1876 making her only four years older than my maternal grandmother, Teek.</span></b></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9JBqldf2V6twbUzseBVNudV4zQZFMuFbgY_AzTKmuPdacJYwghcPJvI59APF3_wWdUDmyAjyxzERejD8nMr0xR2FPN-PvQfxL23hv9lHFtivYjH-Y306K0uLm8XCmR2koj0EW_H8uB_pHK4zci2bBFqJicYCwtjuvZRVTapIF_2PMNDLw4Vshr-oYW6U/s1116/1956%20article.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1116" data-original-width="424" height="446" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9JBqldf2V6twbUzseBVNudV4zQZFMuFbgY_AzTKmuPdacJYwghcPJvI59APF3_wWdUDmyAjyxzERejD8nMr0xR2FPN-PvQfxL23hv9lHFtivYjH-Y306K0uLm8XCmR2koj0EW_H8uB_pHK4zci2bBFqJicYCwtjuvZRVTapIF_2PMNDLw4Vshr-oYW6U/w170-h446/1956%20article.jpg" width="170" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At age seventy-six, a program co-chair</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> I was not aware of my grandmother's social life when I was young; however, I have found numerous newspaper articles from the 30's and into the 60's of her membership in the Avalon Women's Club. She maintained her active membership at Bellevue Methodist Church after Grandfather Stark's death. My Mom said she always felt Teek was there for the social aspect. </b></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN_MnrtwXh6GShIky-UePn9lPM_quZu0Jzq6wIhIFU4N7hhyphenhyphen3EjHXMIDBi_i_6oezorHVjby9dzZNqOSEIXd5DcgbUbessyMmda23Doq7XVkkRiXzo7vscjkHZ_z2xoLjPGluGFvUVLb2qfqpJLnMu3EYcsGoiqlkfNgZOrA5S9OnC1Icq1bM8QaJvr50/s1504/1954%20christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1052" data-original-width="1504" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN_MnrtwXh6GShIky-UePn9lPM_quZu0Jzq6wIhIFU4N7hhyphenhyphen3EjHXMIDBi_i_6oezorHVjby9dzZNqOSEIXd5DcgbUbessyMmda23Doq7XVkkRiXzo7vscjkHZ_z2xoLjPGluGFvUVLb2qfqpJLnMu3EYcsGoiqlkfNgZOrA5S9OnC1Icq1bM8QaJvr50/s320/1954%20christmas.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There's that fruit cocktail<br />Christmas 1954<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>One vivid memory both of my brothers and I have of Teek was her holiday fruit cocktail. It was made from fresh fruit, primarily orange and grapefruit segments with maraschino cherries. It was so tart it made our mouths pucker.</b></span> 😄</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikHxrOqDy-1yKca7T5_BxGTHPgW1wEUxjg3ZNEeIZgU2kJRhpuoqN50OzAeEQ6zDBS-JIUnL2RRweNMXTr3HkKWirzcy-nK3FnGhiGcgnMQqe2RlE41DtQ1BNrZShdsCTbwrajnkzqkOLbhogX2wJaAC8KnQ9IT5IozJWnIN5O8HaasP5zXcV4AI7pEUA/s2010/1955%20apartment.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1785" data-original-width="2010" height="284" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikHxrOqDy-1yKca7T5_BxGTHPgW1wEUxjg3ZNEeIZgU2kJRhpuoqN50OzAeEQ6zDBS-JIUnL2RRweNMXTr3HkKWirzcy-nK3FnGhiGcgnMQqe2RlE41DtQ1BNrZShdsCTbwrajnkzqkOLbhogX2wJaAC8KnQ9IT5IozJWnIN5O8HaasP5zXcV4AI7pEUA/s320/1955%20apartment.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>In 1955 Teek moved to a studio apartment in Avalon at 909 California Avenue. She lived there until her death. I know this apartment very well. In 1963, once I got my driver's license, I was Teek's primary mode of family transportation.</b></span></div><div><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV-dlrdXplV5ygP7lah8vVzfC9wJ2jdRf4UaoYtL3nYif9Ygmt6Jq1GsWZecF2NWqYCEDfPmlTzBeZYe8DJeyCfUb9YMSW-SfczF78aQ-VC5SsK0Mof7NrrICl7st73RXdTatS90BGhULkhSB4lhcIkKYEoUZeNFrY1mnqXasM0ZiQenXdBXmlItax_58/s1339/1955%20Teek%20holding%20Jeff%20with%20Ken%20at%20Grams%20and%20Pop%20Pop's.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="915" data-original-width="1339" height="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV-dlrdXplV5ygP7lah8vVzfC9wJ2jdRf4UaoYtL3nYif9Ygmt6Jq1GsWZecF2NWqYCEDfPmlTzBeZYe8DJeyCfUb9YMSW-SfczF78aQ-VC5SsK0Mof7NrrICl7st73RXdTatS90BGhULkhSB4lhcIkKYEoUZeNFrY1mnqXasM0ZiQenXdBXmlItax_58/s320/1955%20Teek%20holding%20Jeff%20with%20Ken%20at%20Grams%20and%20Pop%20Pop's.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Some of the events Teek heard covered on her radio, maybe a TV and read in the newspapers.</b></span></p><p></p><ol style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Dial telephones</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Korean Conflict--our family was impacted</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Golden Age of television beginning with I Love Lucy</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>The comic strip Peanuts</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Dwight Eisenhower president</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>St Lawrence Seaway</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Brown vs The Board of Education</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Emmett Till murdered</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Rosa Parks and the Montgomery Bus Boycott</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Disneyland opens in California </b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Polio and Salk vaccine--my brother, her grandson had polio</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Sputnik and space race begins</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Rock and Roll and Elvis Presley</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Alaska and Hawaii become states</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Jet airplane passenger service</b></span></li></ol><p></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><u>1960-1971</u></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-weight: bold; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFEWdIVKeRlw_3xlmHPUBRFSNXvgz_OkLZdDIrNyXamP_pRZGHT6y3FCsDt8aQassEZTxb65ZBjRIASEdWKY-POt1NqQL-PKS5KrXJA3mvhOcEnGVkKJOGUyKxu-54redcejRJwwuxuRQmOy9RwvjA8fYtHxPmHLo83OFxML4TGy4ilUWLy3sc5cYIF8M/s638/1961-091-reunion%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="638" data-original-width="395" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFEWdIVKeRlw_3xlmHPUBRFSNXvgz_OkLZdDIrNyXamP_pRZGHT6y3FCsDt8aQassEZTxb65ZBjRIASEdWKY-POt1NqQL-PKS5KrXJA3mvhOcEnGVkKJOGUyKxu-54redcejRJwwuxuRQmOy9RwvjA8fYtHxPmHLo83OFxML4TGy4ilUWLy3sc5cYIF8M/s320/1961-091-reunion%20cropped.jpg" width="198" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-weight: normal;">Teek with her family<br />Her daughter, my Mom<br />Her grandchildren: Myself, Ken and Jeff<br />1961</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> My grandmother lived until 1971, so this final decade is covering two additional years. She was age eighty to ninety, just three months shy of her ninety-first birthday. I was in my teens and early twenties during this time period and spent time with Teek. </b></span></div><p></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> My grandmother no longer made my clothes, instead I was sewing dresses and skirts. Whenever Teek came to visit, she would sit on the floor, pin up the hem and do the hand sewing. </b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> By the 1960's my paternal grandparents had moved to Florida. We saw a lot of Teek. She usually came to Sunday dinner at our new house. In 1963, when I got my driver's license, I drove to Avalon to pick her up. Our secret was that she always gave me a couple of dollars for driving her. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLWA41udfbY0FdPJOuR3XAmgb8KruT3jdcwbUlmC1qCxoKqaESD22C1dzbF2ymD3-Btf6v2HDm0aT2LaB1w4hSTVQEETA3uPeAeVj0lQEdyJaOeM8ylLabr4P6ZKnDTuqBzWFQGkZgvlDho7oyTDvBvKvV2kNINP4L6NLaYEhjwgWZhKfIb4FKWpq-rKA/s570/s-l1600.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="570" data-original-width="457" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLWA41udfbY0FdPJOuR3XAmgb8KruT3jdcwbUlmC1qCxoKqaESD22C1dzbF2ymD3-Btf6v2HDm0aT2LaB1w4hSTVQEETA3uPeAeVj0lQEdyJaOeM8ylLabr4P6ZKnDTuqBzWFQGkZgvlDho7oyTDvBvKvV2kNINP4L6NLaYEhjwgWZhKfIb4FKWpq-rKA/s320/s-l1600.jpg" width="257" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">McSorley's was a favorite for lunch</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> </span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>There were times I would pick her up and we would go out for a nice lunch. She loved a good hamburger and ice cream dessert. Reflecting back, my oldest son, Aric, did the same thing with my Mom, his maternal grandmother. Just like Teek, did with me, Mom</b></span><b> would have Aric come get her and they would go to a show and lunch together. </b></span></div><p></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Teek loved African violets. She had quite a collection of them on tables near the large picture window in her apartment. I never realized how poorly she watered them until I was the recipient of all of her furniture after her death. Every table had to be refinished due to the water marks on top. </b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> By this time, Teek was no longer wearing a wig. She never wore pants or slacks. I never saw her in anything other than a dress and short heels. She loved jewelry. Always a pin, earrings and often a pearl necklace.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyEANBuO4lngzOFoTnnY99PN9CqDF9pApf6MWpYMsfQq7ayrdYlc2uBZabK_meU0-vTg0TYel84ZaMQax75kgXBMiW4uXekcuA61wWz76Z9QnznVRSY28dgRN64DuseSKVK_BuZSncRMomybh4XJIUSzsHwB8JlS-ckkTkHOrMkph4VuAcOX0a1iztR-0/s3291/1969%20with%20friends%20in%20january.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2891" data-original-width="3291" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyEANBuO4lngzOFoTnnY99PN9CqDF9pApf6MWpYMsfQq7ayrdYlc2uBZabK_meU0-vTg0TYel84ZaMQax75kgXBMiW4uXekcuA61wWz76Z9QnznVRSY28dgRN64DuseSKVK_BuZSncRMomybh4XJIUSzsHwB8JlS-ckkTkHOrMkph4VuAcOX0a1iztR-0/s320/1969%20with%20friends%20in%20january.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="color: #38761d; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2579" data-original-width="2495" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgojS_LHFxKUkAEqSl-G67hZidqU0gvDiuj7k7-qamFJt_16lp0Bp8oF-YKVD3a2MCyJFnNUVy3YtgFb2uLv-6DhbConTviAf2pw7RAAE5c8cv8mIiYfRlEYtUv9DyAGrL_q7X6PJSPIxaZQ0xDMEDMz_5ABeYgD3-FqLJ49eHjPq9GUDdJfvPcjhTTEDg/s320/IMG_7962.jpg" width="310" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> </span><b>She continued to spend time with girlfriends, playing cards, having lunch and shopping. </b></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaILiAodPRL_m4Az7LnYzqlyl6BdGZy-9oeBKh9vwooUszMoI3sJVJUA9UjHavoYcwLqfoNYof0D07w_VuNgkARaCd-IOgFP3Agoe05QSd3yZVP86zksDwshknDaoSSKmWTXXgKvdVIYNMcZbqgjk62EGEs2e8PbzP14z4huqMvg2v6DnKPx7OAqwSYjY/s736/1969%20Stark,%20Martha%20Frederick.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="736" data-original-width="511" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaILiAodPRL_m4Az7LnYzqlyl6BdGZy-9oeBKh9vwooUszMoI3sJVJUA9UjHavoYcwLqfoNYof0D07w_VuNgkARaCd-IOgFP3Agoe05QSd3yZVP86zksDwshknDaoSSKmWTXXgKvdVIYNMcZbqgjk62EGEs2e8PbzP14z4huqMvg2v6DnKPx7OAqwSYjY/s320/1969%20Stark,%20Martha%20Frederick.jpg" width="222" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> <b>Happily, she was able to attend my wedding in August, 1969. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNNfOtuhDU8sh-kSb4_a7qLM7rE6PDYxFUftz0Oi9J6lTTQSmwt-CUSZvX4q6wYHbTH2KMtx3XizAa0He21FA1yYMhekuxbL7CPomk-7hyphenhyphenwLQw8IYjUOtfWC3rhlqDDPS1mmie63AF2atbOTXyZ1zYSRm9r0KhqeifuetwDOmBcQC1hoGGtVuf4mQkhCQ/s1970/1971%20teek%20obit.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1970" data-original-width="1190" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNNfOtuhDU8sh-kSb4_a7qLM7rE6PDYxFUftz0Oi9J6lTTQSmwt-CUSZvX4q6wYHbTH2KMtx3XizAa0He21FA1yYMhekuxbL7CPomk-7hyphenhyphenwLQw8IYjUOtfWC3rhlqDDPS1mmie63AF2atbOTXyZ1zYSRm9r0KhqeifuetwDOmBcQC1hoGGtVuf4mQkhCQ/s320/1971%20teek%20obit.jpg" width="193" /></a></span></div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS-RvR6pg3aYU2in-m24gkqXOyZPsy86l3uEE2mw4QnhhDa-oBmhMILqSV_Xdrh-4_SktgGOwkeBiUrKuuGMAUzuE7GT6xoAasyBTBviwejgVsuZz4eSPbIpW7MwCa4bG7YslX1Y7gM0kQVCL5hyZwHEslwP5acrFgZFcemK4KxPStCTNW2u47Y7zm_BA/s2200/gravemarker2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="2200" height="261" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS-RvR6pg3aYU2in-m24gkqXOyZPsy86l3uEE2mw4QnhhDa-oBmhMILqSV_Xdrh-4_SktgGOwkeBiUrKuuGMAUzuE7GT6xoAasyBTBviwejgVsuZz4eSPbIpW7MwCa4bG7YslX1Y7gM0kQVCL5hyZwHEslwP5acrFgZFcemK4KxPStCTNW2u47Y7zm_BA/s320/gravemarker2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> </span><b>My grandmother, Martha Marie Frederick Stark aka Teek, died in a hospital in the North Hills of Pittsburgh on January 6, 1971 at age 90. My father was her physician. She was buried beside her husband, Charles Edward Stark, at Allegheny County Memorial Park, Allison Park, Allegheny County, Pennsylvania. My husband and I flew back home from Boston to attend the funeral.</b></div></span></div><p></p><p> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> I know Teek had a TV during this decade, so she was well aware of the currents events. This is a small sample.</b></span></p><p></p><ol style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>John Fitzgerald Kennedy elected president</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>John Fitzgerald Kennedy assassinated</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Vietnam</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Lyndon Baines Johnson president</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Richard Milhous Nixon president</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Satellites</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>John Glenn circles the earth in Friendship 7</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Andy Warhol</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>The Beatles</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>March on Washington</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Assassination of Martin Luther King and Bobby Kennedy</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Medicare and Medicaid</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Feminist Group NOW formed</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Woodstock</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Neil Armstrong walks on the moon</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Kent State</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Hippie movement</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Social and sexual revolution</b></span></li></ol><p></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> </b></span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>I realize this was supposed to be primarily a historical account by the witness; however, it has given me the opportunity to do a biological blog about my maternal grandmother. To be fair she did live and witness ninety years here in the United States. I have cherry picked some of the historical events at the end of each decade.</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> My grandmother was a lady and she raised a lady--my Mom. One final thought. Teek was sharp as a tack when she died. A year before her death she wrote a letter to her daughter, my Mom, outlining her final wishes, the banks where she had accounts, where the stock certificates were located and how to close out her apartment. </b></span></p><p> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Teek lived from horse and buggy to automobiles, From </b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">airplanes to space travel. From candles to electric lights. From wood heat to electric and gas. Central air conditioning. Saw the inventions of telephones, washing machines, ovens, refrigerators and numerous other appliances and conveniences. Canned goods and packaged foods. Inventions of radio and television--black and white to color. Numerous wars abroad which US citizens were called to service. High button shoes and fashion changes almost every decade ending with the mini skirt. Experienced a social revolution in the country. Motion pictures. Music from classical and opera to ragtime, jazz, blues, bluegrass, big band, rock and roll, folk, psychedelic rock and funk. And finally nineteen presidents from Rutherford B. Hayes to Richard M. Nixon.</b></p><p><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> And BTW, she did mention seeing Annie Oakley at a fair back in Columbiana County, Ohio. 😁</b></p><p> </p><blockquote><span style="color: black;">I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU. All comments are welcome; however, if they are inappropriate, they will not be published. </span> <span style="color: black;">
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Finally a Brownie or Fake It 'til You Make It<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKp61-K7jXzrZwzoiRcG2v1ySvUgZ_QUiQH0crZFvB6OhDewbEIVhIys7Vq9ffrE7Ov4GXQEe7zXByX_I-0V8BCtmFoLuBa0nLmwCZJfDl5HQFMjCb1AIptDL4CCa0wB6YnuT0fQnuv8RzWC7eUJOmSZYwuvHT3w6SLLh3Nyl965PKwPNXhKAqWzcVjzQ/s285/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="111" data-original-width="285" height="111" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKp61-K7jXzrZwzoiRcG2v1ySvUgZ_QUiQH0crZFvB6OhDewbEIVhIys7Vq9ffrE7Ov4GXQEe7zXByX_I-0V8BCtmFoLuBa0nLmwCZJfDl5HQFMjCb1AIptDL4CCa0wB6YnuT0fQnuv8RzWC7eUJOmSZYwuvHT3w6SLLh3Nyl965PKwPNXhKAqWzcVjzQ/s1600/image.png" width="285" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Amy Johnson Crow has a <a href="https://www.amyjohnsoncrow.com/52-ancestors-in-52-weeks-themes-for-2024/">52 Ancestors Week</a> blog challenge which I have decided to join. I am hoping it may help me to pinpoint someone or something that I have researched and not blogged about on Flipside. AND push me to blog about family each week in 2024. Sometimes I get lazy. 😁 Let's see how well I keep up.</b></span></p><p> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Week #3 (January 15-21) is Favorite Photo. </b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg548sV8pPl3JJlBRZtvKwFi_Boo3hwymB-5JznaJcBtEmCjIOaHaaOGufFDo1kyR1rBG7XAEcBhPY16uf5vOFsAyDofc9S7nj7zAQH982oKgMKT5CNOAVMtPs1LG4EamxV9Uz-2BVL4Oq_vj5RvOf2q-23_ophWWP41p0lcsUVu_iNQnyLBPPij_sz7qU/s1566/1955-029%20Lin%20Fall%20Brownie.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1566" data-original-width="1088" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg548sV8pPl3JJlBRZtvKwFi_Boo3hwymB-5JznaJcBtEmCjIOaHaaOGufFDo1kyR1rBG7XAEcBhPY16uf5vOFsAyDofc9S7nj7zAQH982oKgMKT5CNOAVMtPs1LG4EamxV9Uz-2BVL4Oq_vj5RvOf2q-23_ophWWP41p0lcsUVu_iNQnyLBPPij_sz7qU/s320/1955-029%20Lin%20Fall%20Brownie.jpg" width="222" /></a></span></div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /><b> </b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">This month is the beginning of Girl Scout cookie orders. It has had me thinking back to my own scouting days in the 1950's. One of my favorite photos is of me in my brownie uniform.</b><p></p><p><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> At Perrysville Elementary School in the 50's, one day of the week was designated as scout day. All students who were involved in scouting could wear their scout uniform to school. </b></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7O342utApJPnsvQa9asgYTrOwC7WiQIRMfEux-E8Yqf7F9bzDkeMYkWKsjwnqm8ieioXt53hi63BmiRkcBQut7ta9zCJ5nGmXhqG_7tudzjzSRqPDKcS4kPUb5P6g-whj_NY1wnHj7-_MDlbN4S8T3WRGleqbiwJFbVGLzK-QWfUEBlypJdg-vfd6J-I/s3335/IMG_7880.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3335" data-original-width="1724" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7O342utApJPnsvQa9asgYTrOwC7WiQIRMfEux-E8Yqf7F9bzDkeMYkWKsjwnqm8ieioXt53hi63BmiRkcBQut7ta9zCJ5nGmXhqG_7tudzjzSRqPDKcS4kPUb5P6g-whj_NY1wnHj7-_MDlbN4S8T3WRGleqbiwJFbVGLzK-QWfUEBlypJdg-vfd6J-I/s320/IMG_7880.jpg" width="165" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yep, my Ginny doll in her Brownie uniform</td></tr></tbody></table> <b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">I was so envious of those girls in their Brownie uniforms. How I wanted to get to the age to join. My maternal grandmother hand sewed most of my school clothes (dresses back then). She made me a brown corduroy jumper that I wore on scout day to school. Remember fake it 'til you make it. 😇</b><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRX3tkwRgASDXFFL3FpwySzpfE6Hgw2KWdHv-RAcm6Q1514ksfSazuJzlB_iFQiGI3p4zTE-Iapa1LsAZ4_QltNsJ4k7f-uwqsdE_QgxlHEWgW1OIkyjeydK47C6jWtHR1fs8g9ci3bdNVN-KZzcq5sZ_f2WLIQMjVIdVfzPiwAtn9SlPGa63B-ZmOiCI/s2228/IMG_7852.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2228" data-original-width="2146" height="247" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRX3tkwRgASDXFFL3FpwySzpfE6Hgw2KWdHv-RAcm6Q1514ksfSazuJzlB_iFQiGI3p4zTE-Iapa1LsAZ4_QltNsJ4k7f-uwqsdE_QgxlHEWgW1OIkyjeydK47C6jWtHR1fs8g9ci3bdNVN-KZzcq5sZ_f2WLIQMjVIdVfzPiwAtn9SlPGa63B-ZmOiCI/w238-h247/IMG_7852.jpg" width="238" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcWDtvqN6zKKlcSZ90kU48O9OspGR_i2ctsFkwd85OnGqHol09PLHCZXDRc1j-r63JSpH-WMTuDxlrgzp27YmNGGMGQJoFN1B9gcnrNXYDVGmC9sw-WSRtVHq_6ha6fyeMgThVS9XfoCFjuAoIeaagsEnq_DDhE3fAPeEJsUVlJE_Sj530ZlUaGJzi4qo/s1517/IMG_7854.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1051" data-original-width="1517" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcWDtvqN6zKKlcSZ90kU48O9OspGR_i2ctsFkwd85OnGqHol09PLHCZXDRc1j-r63JSpH-WMTuDxlrgzp27YmNGGMGQJoFN1B9gcnrNXYDVGmC9sw-WSRtVHq_6ha6fyeMgThVS9XfoCFjuAoIeaagsEnq_DDhE3fAPeEJsUVlJE_Sj530ZlUaGJzi4qo/w242-h168/IMG_7854.jpg" width="242" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I save too much stuff<br />My Brownie pin and ring</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> </span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">From the "Baby Book" my mother kept for me, she notes that at age eight I became a Brownie and what a proud moment it was. It would have been at the beginning of third grade. 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How I hated going door to door hawking them. </b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></b></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ikwhrdVHgsZD7JMHs4RBnyu-mY4nSOhlrtG0WTMUQqEmgRE-DYTt8d7QrbLI4GFzYrPLFFI1Sqms-0M2JkJ9RPq1tKxl0_109sSdmimHbx4JwT9mpYpE18567ShSpu5mWr_isQD0q0WCFgREeI-FPNmKJKJf_Z3E5SOL24R5Fu5LQS-jPF9VETjRiT0/s3834/Girl%20Scout%20Sash.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3834" data-original-width="1284" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ikwhrdVHgsZD7JMHs4RBnyu-mY4nSOhlrtG0WTMUQqEmgRE-DYTt8d7QrbLI4GFzYrPLFFI1Sqms-0M2JkJ9RPq1tKxl0_109sSdmimHbx4JwT9mpYpE18567ShSpu5mWr_isQD0q0WCFgREeI-FPNmKJKJf_Z3E5SOL24R5Fu5LQS-jPF9VETjRiT0/s320/Girl%20Scout%20Sash.jpg" width="107" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Girl Scout sash from the 1950's<br />Not too many badges. Not overly ambitious.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> <b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">Following Brownies, I flew up to Girl Scouts. Another uniform to wear to elementary school. I think I stayed in Girl Scouts through sixth grade. Perhaps that was a year or two.</b></div></div><p style="text-align: center;"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigvn4F8wTk5RjlSCqd9pg27FjErr2BvlnNEnZ4OAn0GE45DCq0T0JStFUXidF0OsAKaJTsU2aatJUN1RIXmdrWW3SulKKHDYXXXSGdwowiE3ylj53LpUGbbCf1gh6qO9BNDXBlIUyBagGmggaN8hKPtU5Q3ftUqn4dr3D4tAHFjUDOIiGEUlKhIpSpPzw/s827/buddy-burner-stove.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="827" data-original-width="564" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigvn4F8wTk5RjlSCqd9pg27FjErr2BvlnNEnZ4OAn0GE45DCq0T0JStFUXidF0OsAKaJTsU2aatJUN1RIXmdrWW3SulKKHDYXXXSGdwowiE3ylj53LpUGbbCf1gh6qO9BNDXBlIUyBagGmggaN8hKPtU5Q3ftUqn4dr3D4tAHFjUDOIiGEUlKhIpSpPzw/s320/buddy-burner-stove.jpg" width="218" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Buddy Burner</td></tr></tbody></table> <b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">Oddly, I don't have many memories of being a scout. I know the meetings were held in Perrysville. I do not remember any scout camping experiences like both of my brothers had in Cub Scouts and Boy Scouts. I do remember making a buddy burner and cooking a hamburger on it at an afternoon outing with the Girl Scout troop. </b><p></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> This has been a fun walk down my own memory lane.</b></span></p><p> </p><blockquote><span style="color: black;">I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU. All comments are welcome; however, if they are inappropriate, they will not be published. </span> <span style="color: black;">
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This blog is about my paternal grandparents, Grams and Pop Pop, Sarah VanGilder Hughes and George Henry Hughes. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtehgtpMhLWL2Xk1rczSWFE4ByNLJkR2M-X1Wazv_fSLpaG7RrOffboVHDDATBaet066h7AoBR0771ipNfiIHBPW1BtfXE2mWK0rsQzpdnpp1XfcQk-87sw84w4s-56mMeouYgPd8BKag1gpkX2irVlpwAL44YmP8WN4w3MNJ3LLLksjZzzoI2WJ1xB44/s822/1969--spring%20break2.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="822" data-original-width="789" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtehgtpMhLWL2Xk1rczSWFE4ByNLJkR2M-X1Wazv_fSLpaG7RrOffboVHDDATBaet066h7AoBR0771ipNfiIHBPW1BtfXE2mWK0rsQzpdnpp1XfcQk-87sw84w4s-56mMeouYgPd8BKag1gpkX2irVlpwAL44YmP8WN4w3MNJ3LLLksjZzzoI2WJ1xB44/s320/1969--spring%20break2.jpg" width="307" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Out to dinner Spring Break 1969</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> <b>E</b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">very spring break from Heidelberg College (now Heidelberg University) my Dad kindly flew me down to St Petersburg, Florida to spend the week with Grams and Pop Pop. It was the highlight of spring. They had a huge swimming pool behind their condo, which I took full advantage of during my visit. Grams cooked many of my favorite meals and there were several dinners out.</b><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh56EvHlLmtYIGx35LXyewEvzR9xymqzIRVkLcKsrl5HViDzA2zOP35eUuNIgph97BvKsTwh4IQIxATIEIHYf1xQo5rX9UpPsmkqTGFnRDHzXFyJR5PX04E5nuLhznUviPoKralvYdyeDQRzAQDrbUB-UcDt1vsfEvvz1L366YHvnQKOaGvQ141oxG1D5M/s1521/1969--spring%20break19.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1011" data-original-width="1521" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh56EvHlLmtYIGx35LXyewEvzR9xymqzIRVkLcKsrl5HViDzA2zOP35eUuNIgph97BvKsTwh4IQIxATIEIHYf1xQo5rX9UpPsmkqTGFnRDHzXFyJR5PX04E5nuLhznUviPoKralvYdyeDQRzAQDrbUB-UcDt1vsfEvvz1L366YHvnQKOaGvQ141oxG1D5M/s320/1969--spring%20break19.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> </span><b>There was usually a loose routine to my week long stay. Swim in the gulf, go fishing with Pop Pop, visit my favorite amusement, <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2023/09/tiki-gardens-indian-rocks-beach-south.html">Tiki Gardens</a>, go to the race track, visit Busch Gardens, play bridge, and hang at the pool. Pop Pop and I would take walks along the beach and I swear, he spoke to everyone he passed. </b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtslynUoNabC7HZuCOjgBIxoE_8N5cMK_MlCiQduaBYW03dikKyNaiUFjcPH7MsrujaE3pUE8Gx2AH-Jbj2JlC2TCG7YR9YJIOsYMP2Gffo_unjwXdhLPo3B4TXw-Par2ckKMYn1u3gCWndzuY8YkFEiV9yBbuHAlJ8y6j70bz6EAyUpRCJ3VTAiWFheg/s1476/1969--spring%20break23.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1032" data-original-width="1476" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtslynUoNabC7HZuCOjgBIxoE_8N5cMK_MlCiQduaBYW03dikKyNaiUFjcPH7MsrujaE3pUE8Gx2AH-Jbj2JlC2TCG7YR9YJIOsYMP2Gffo_unjwXdhLPo3B4TXw-Par2ckKMYn1u3gCWndzuY8YkFEiV9yBbuHAlJ8y6j70bz6EAyUpRCJ3VTAiWFheg/s320/1969--spring%20break23.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Mother and Son<br />Grams and my Dad</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> </span><b>My final spring break was the Spring of 1969, the end of my college senior year. My Dad flew down to Florida and was with us for a day or two. I image he had a medical convention nearby as he is in some of my photos. </b></div></div></span></div><p></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> One afternoon, Grams, Pop Pop and I went to St Armands Key for lunch. I believe the restaurant was an English Pub and probably long gone. While we were having lunch fashion models were wandering from table to table wearing trendy outfits from a local boutique. There was one dress that caught my eye. Short and with a colorful pastel psychedelic print. </b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Unbeknownst to me Pop Pop must have asked for a card from the model. After lunch, Pop Pop wanted to walk around the town and didn't we stop at a boutique and go in. I certainly had no money to spend in a clothing boutique. Once inside, Pop Pop found a store associate and began to ask about the very dress I had admired at the fashion show in the restaurant. </b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> And there is was, hanging on a rack......in my size. I still have that dress fifty-five years later. I will never part with it. The memory of that afternoon and the fun my grandfather had in making the very special purchase for me is one I hold dear. BTW the dress label is Symphony, is what's happening, happening, happening.</b></span></p><p> </p><blockquote><span style="color: black;">I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU. All comments are welcome; however, if they are inappropriate, they will not be published. </span> <span style="color: black;">
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I am hoping it may help me to pinpoint someone or something that I have researched and not blogged about on Flipside. AND push me to blog about family each week in 2024. Sometimes I get lazy. 😁 Let's see how well I keep up.</b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> </b><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">Week #2 (January 1-7) is Origins. Back when I first married my husband, his father remarked, "Well Linda, you're the first non German to marry into the family." Through genealogy and a <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/search?q=german+roots">Saturday Night Fun by Randy Seaver</a>, I found out I probably have more German ancestry than my father-in law through my mother's side of the tree. However, that is not the focus of this Origin blog, just me letting off a little steam. 😎</b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> <u>Van Gilder </u>is my paternal grandmother's, Sarah VanGilder Hughes aka Grams, maiden name. Note: I seem to keep going back to Grams for blogs. I will mention here that Grams decided to tweak the spelling of her maiden name to VanG<u>u</u>ilder. She didn't stop there. She also decided to write her first name as Sara. Back to Blog #1 in this series--remember she was whimsical. I'm not even working with name corruption at Ellis Island. My own grandmother was corrupting names. </b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> In the beginning the oldest the known VanGilder </b><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">ancestor </b><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">was my paternal great great great great grandfather Jacob VanGilder or Vangilder (1752-1846). There is plenty of historical documentation of him in Monongalia and Marion Counties, (West) Virginia.</b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgphu8UeUHWuy27JVeREnc2_GQhbKuxS8w23k_I1EqwtSru8A5crsCkuseeNLqa4tfe-CPxNqq_6-WavHU4tPQjaA2AsxXR17nBahtbXecN-gwKTq4CKaKl8Gb8-gV0FGXi2uPloHLI1b4LOTkmAXfCIOGrQzJdQ1frDpjz7aql4a3jvselX0P93tZCt_c/s3811/IMG_7850.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2022" data-original-width="3811" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgphu8UeUHWuy27JVeREnc2_GQhbKuxS8w23k_I1EqwtSru8A5crsCkuseeNLqa4tfe-CPxNqq_6-WavHU4tPQjaA2AsxXR17nBahtbXecN-gwKTq4CKaKl8Gb8-gV0FGXi2uPloHLI1b4LOTkmAXfCIOGrQzJdQ1frDpjz7aql4a3jvselX0P93tZCt_c/w391-h208/IMG_7850.jpg" width="391" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My first working family tree<br />Typed by my paternal grandmother, Sarah VanGilder Hughes<br />Jacob VanGilder listed as born in Holland<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>My family's o</b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">ld typewritten VanGilder family charts state Jacob VanGilder was born in Netherlands. As a novice genealogist, I went with that. I even googled Van Gilder and found when translated it meant "from Gilder". And so for years, my ancestry was Dutch. Jacob VanGilder was my only link to the Netherlands and he was one of those proverbial genealogy brick walls. </b><p style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> With a surname beginning with Van, why would I even question his nationality. And I didn't.......until one day well over a decade ago, I received an email from a male VanGilder cousin. He was a new cousin to me and probably located me through the Internet and the family genealogy pages I have there. </b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> As I review my VanGilder blogs on Flipside, I am ashamed to say, I have neglected <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2009/08/tombstone-tuesday-jacob-vangilder.html">Jacob</a>. In fact, the blog is so old that his Native American heritage is not even mentioned. I have corrected this.</b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> A third cousin, we both descend from Jacob VanGilder, Jacob VanGilder the younger and John Oliphant VanGilder. We both descend from one of John Oliphant VanGilder's sons. Me from George Ethelbert VanGilder and he from Joseph Hill VanGilder. He had taken a Y-DNA test and was questioning me about the Native American test result.</b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> I was mystified. From my research over the years, I had never found any Native American heritage. On the flipside, no one ever was able to get back any further in the VanGilder line then Jacob. A male VanGilder's Y-DNA would show the straight male line. </b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> In 2013, a fellow VanGilder researcher and fifth cousin one time removed, Drew Blattner, contacted me after reading one of my blogs. As a guest writer, his VanGilder research is on Debra Winchell's blog, <a href="https://historysfaces.blogspot.com/2014/01/new-van-gilder-branch-confirmed-by-y.html">History's Faces, New VanGilder Branch Confirmed by Y-DNA Testing</a>. Debra Winchell is a researcher of Native American history and genealogy wih particular focus in New York.</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLPh52EZB_X7ArVPbdUD7R2FJJi-8x8hZDtJxloxTu0Z7PtOTWsUMFrzjKMvYXlQVIXKN8B4vS8Puski0HPWJsBoQfk-vA4o9wf5_Rd2Z6FDp3jjUpyEyE7ASObstKqPcDRKmZs55pmZpQVMwTyy3LtqUAsOXbx1uCxWMIjMWghwFqn7b9O4oPcJKCU2o/s661/matchcoatavatar.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="661" data-original-width="661" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLPh52EZB_X7ArVPbdUD7R2FJJi-8x8hZDtJxloxTu0Z7PtOTWsUMFrzjKMvYXlQVIXKN8B4vS8Puski0HPWJsBoQfk-vA4o9wf5_Rd2Z6FDp3jjUpyEyE7ASObstKqPcDRKmZs55pmZpQVMwTyy3LtqUAsOXbx1uCxWMIjMWghwFqn7b9O4oPcJKCU2o/s320/matchcoatavatar.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A representation of John Van Gilder's signature<br />embroidered on reproduction 18th century matchcoat<br />by Debra Winchell<br />Credit to her blog <a href="https://historysfaces.blogspot.com/2012/05/origin-of-van-guilders.html">The Origin of the Van Guilder</a>s.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"> <b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">Once Drew determined he was also a descendant of Jacob VanGilder, he was diligent using other male <a href="https://www.familytreedna.com/groups/vangilder/about/background">VanGilder Y-DNA</a> results. Working with Debra Winchell, research showed that our mutual Jacob VanGilder line does indeed trace back to a </b><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://historysfaces.blogspot.com/2016/04/origin-of-van-gilder-surname.html">Awansous</a>, to </b><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">Mohican-Wappinger</b><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> Native American, Tawanaut</b><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>/Toanunck who changed his name to Jan Van Gelder and his descendent John VanGilder I</b></span></span><span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>. </b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> This revelation has all been very exciting. There continues to be a missing link from </b><b>Tawanaut</b><b> to my great great great great grandfather which is not unusual when dealing with research from back in the late 1600's early 1700's, especially when researching indigenous ancestors. DNA research has proven to be so beneficial in clearing up ancestor mysteries. </b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> And in the end, perhaps the joke's on me. Perhaps my Grams actually knew that VanGuilder was the original spelling of her maiden name and she wasn't guilty of tweaking or corrupting it as I first suspected. </b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> This is not completed. I will add any new research. Stay tuned.</b></span></span></p><p><b><u><span style="font-family: helvetica;">More Information on the Internet</span></u></b></p><p><b><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><a href="http://houseoftheferret.com/index.php?id=1535">Toanuck</a></span></b></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> <b><a href="https://historysfaces.blogspot.com/2012/05/origin-of-van-guilders.html">History's Faces: The Origin of the Van Guilders</a> by Debra Winchell</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b><a href="https://historysfaces.blogspot.com/2016/04/origin-of-van-gilder-surname.html">History's Faces: Origin of the Van Gilder Surname</a> by Debra Winchell</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3adnCl3sPRQ">Drew Blatter's YouTube VanGilder Presentation</a></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></p><blockquote><span style="color: black;">I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU. 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</div>Linda Hughes Hiserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05774876428039197357noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559842070525209896.post-67719320960448963652024-01-04T14:25:00.003-05:002024-03-03T09:14:43.845-05:00Family Lore--Descended from Royalty Fact or Fiction<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj186m1EqOqN6-VhltvGrECFOjGo-E_RThp040RXs44UDFN7R-pKHzJ1g9WvPqbLY8TaAfa9i2d4vEd-uhZHDVFCNBwxxN329xKLQqlPCUAMd6tft6dnjKnoKIAnf6157JFQUWqXStLNwlv6wdfaC37Ou0bxQF8Nunmkl4WHTfo2YZn4UiSp61Vb2gGMG4/s285/Button_border.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="111" data-original-width="285" height="111" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj186m1EqOqN6-VhltvGrECFOjGo-E_RThp040RXs44UDFN7R-pKHzJ1g9WvPqbLY8TaAfa9i2d4vEd-uhZHDVFCNBwxxN329xKLQqlPCUAMd6tft6dnjKnoKIAnf6157JFQUWqXStLNwlv6wdfaC37Ou0bxQF8Nunmkl4WHTfo2YZn4UiSp61Vb2gGMG4/s1600/Button_border.jpg" width="285" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Amy Johnson Crow has a <a href="https://www.amyjohnsoncrow.com/52-ancestors-in-52-weeks-themes-for-2024/">52 Ancestors Week</a> blog challenge which I have decided to join. I am hoping it may help me to pinpoint someone or something that I have researched and not blogged about on Flipside. AND push me to blog about family each week in 2024. Sometimes I get lazy. 😁 Let's see how well I keep up.</b></span></p><p> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Week #1 (January 1-7) is Family Lore. I had to think about this a bit. Very few of my family members ever spoke about family. My Mother said she had a very small family. Not so. Genealogy research has proven her totally wrong. More to the point, they seemed to have cut themselves off from many of them. </b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinssESaoNi6HDO_x8A-BfHawI4JJQyW6Q04Gjv657MkSbBul_f483ZKFenZ4b7Ye3QU-Wc8oN14MfSSGOfIIe54wpqXbG8cr8zZIVQfhID93YQpkmWCeYRtVTJoPA1o8Ozx_IfdUrefTEUNNPUUn-qFLSdAJJGfCwQVCBQOnEPoL17M6eY211P-1aGVAU/s664/1962-005-rainbow4n%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="423" data-original-width="664" height="204" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinssESaoNi6HDO_x8A-BfHawI4JJQyW6Q04Gjv657MkSbBul_f483ZKFenZ4b7Ye3QU-Wc8oN14MfSSGOfIIe54wpqXbG8cr8zZIVQfhID93YQpkmWCeYRtVTJoPA1o8Ozx_IfdUrefTEUNNPUUn-qFLSdAJJGfCwQVCBQOnEPoL17M6eY211P-1aGVAU/s320/1962-005-rainbow4n%20cropped.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">1962<br />Me and Grams</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /><b> </b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">The one family member who had stories was my paternal grandmother, Sarah VanGilder Hughes aka Grams. I spent many hours with her during my elementary school and junior high school years. How I wish I could remember those tales. </b><p></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Grams was a bit of a flibbertigibbet--fun loving, talkative, whimsical--and pure of heart. Perhaps some of her stories were so outlandish, even as a child/teen, I discredited them. One however, did stick and I believe I have never blogged about it. Grams talking to a seventh grade Linda, "Lin, you might be interested to know that we have royal blood in the family." Well, that obviously caught my attention. I can't remember if she ever qualified the statement or said whose family the royals attached to and frankly, as a young teen, I never asked, nor did I know how far reaching a person's family stretched on her side and my grandfather's. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNAqpiLWy2cJSkCiCjfac9VDnh5SuPWRWpxewp_sSCYfLhSMcAs9EFTXgZOT7R9wsdOlc62BVC7MKc0goVyszHMjQXrQSy0w-8RBZddLHrsI_-SxqFOnpFiWsE0W27jb7uEwwBFtwvEalZiag0Fm1-I6aif9a7kamleax7jEUe5_HVBChoc87b7c6IVBM/s345/1963%20G,%20P,%20and%20Karen.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="345" data-original-width="276" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNAqpiLWy2cJSkCiCjfac9VDnh5SuPWRWpxewp_sSCYfLhSMcAs9EFTXgZOT7R9wsdOlc62BVC7MKc0goVyszHMjQXrQSy0w-8RBZddLHrsI_-SxqFOnpFiWsE0W27jb7uEwwBFtwvEalZiag0Fm1-I6aif9a7kamleax7jEUe5_HVBChoc87b7c6IVBM/s320/1963%20G,%20P,%20and%20Karen.jpg" width="256" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">G<span style="font-family: trebuchet;">eorge Henry Hughes<br />1962</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> </span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">Fast forward decades into my age of genealogy. The story of royal lineage did filter into my consciousness while researching various family branches. I figured it was attached to my paternal grandfather, George Henry Hughes aka Pop Pop. After all, he WAS born in England. Perhaps I am the long lost relation to Queen Elizabeth II. Secretly I always dreamed of wearing a sparkly tiara. 😁👑 </b><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"> </span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-weight: bold; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBxq0uwwf2nin1Utctk05Hyb6yuDB5VlnPJLWxu-fbSTnZsRXF1E2SN22s_8AozunV8ZpI7gtbmkUfwdT_CargrhEHJFzADu-YAwJ96A7XbIFu9KjctDWiIKUsTvt03RDURMJZF4kxVBZbx800LneadcMdb-twTE8AiYPBxct7FeQg34uerSrgx2iG1vo/s1664/Hughes,%20Aidan%20in%20coal%20yard%20with%20others--lighter.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1072" data-original-width="1664" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBxq0uwwf2nin1Utctk05Hyb6yuDB5VlnPJLWxu-fbSTnZsRXF1E2SN22s_8AozunV8ZpI7gtbmkUfwdT_CargrhEHJFzADu-YAwJ96A7XbIFu9KjctDWiIKUsTvt03RDURMJZF4kxVBZbx800LneadcMdb-twTE8AiYPBxct7FeQg34uerSrgx2iG1vo/s320/Hughes,%20Aidan%20in%20coal%20yard%20with%20others--lighter.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-weight: normal;">Hughes Coal Hawkers<br />photo circa 1910</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> </span></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">When I began my genealogy research, UK records were not readily available here in the US. I was fortunate to meet, on line, a fellow researcher from England. We have been friends now for over 20 years. She lived about 30 minutes from my grandfather's birthplace and was happy to do some on the ground research for me. No royal blood in my Hughes line. Coal hawkers and steel workers. </b></div><p></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Genealogy is not done in a vacuum. Along came a relation in my Grams' Poole (Pool) family line. A noted historian and college professor, Dr. Robert Poole Wilkins. The family hook here is that Grams mother was a Poole, Jessica Poole VanGilder. Through my cousin, Robert, I gained much insight into genealogically wandering backward from the Poole's to the Lanham Family, to the Ferguson Family, and into Scotland. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDRIm1bBABe3NB_-wK8OVH7dUNAuCmPgNyfKIBk9wQYS2-JUVxy5MvKHEf8SY-9cVSpuZZe8b_yLFL8os3iM9oBdyrLhng44nb4loR_uOf_yvZYqElck6G-GpIo5q4t_S5VROOqQLAgwe_02rFwnhJ6fLaYspnZSPGVSMexipgw0n8TEE5RxR7YFjezCQ/s1370/Ferguson%20link%20to%20Alexander%20in%20Dumfries.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="507" data-original-width="1370" height="147" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDRIm1bBABe3NB_-wK8OVH7dUNAuCmPgNyfKIBk9wQYS2-JUVxy5MvKHEf8SY-9cVSpuZZe8b_yLFL8os3iM9oBdyrLhng44nb4loR_uOf_yvZYqElck6G-GpIo5q4t_S5VROOqQLAgwe_02rFwnhJ6fLaYspnZSPGVSMexipgw0n8TEE5RxR7YFjezCQ/w399-h147/Ferguson%20link%20to%20Alexander%20in%20Dumfries.jpg" width="399" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Genealogical and Personal History of the<br />Upper Monongalia County, West Virginia<br />page 957</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> </span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> The above mentioned William and Catherine Ferguson Lanham are my paternal fifth Great Grandparents. Catherine's father was John Ferguson and John's father was Duncan (Dunkin Fergusson) Ferguson who came to America from Scotland. This line may not be royal. They are certainly landed gentry.</span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> A second option for a link to royal (or at a minimum landed gentry) blood would be through Grams' VanGilder Line, to the Hill line, to the Houston line. Purnell Houston, my paternal fourth great grandfather. Going backward in the Houston line in America, my seventh great grandfather, Robert R. Houston, born in Scotland was supposedly descended from Sir Hugh de Padvinan, a Frenchman who removed to Scotland. </span><b>A listing for Houston in the book entitled, Scottish
Surnames, indicates that the name originated from the parish of Houston in
Renfrewshire, Scotland. During the reign
of Malcolm IV in 1153, Hugh Padvinan ( Hugh De Padvinau), a Frenchman, obtained
the barony of Kilpeter from Baldwin of Biggar, Sheriff of Lanark. A town grew up around Houston House and hence
it was called Hughstoun which was later corrupted to Houstoun or Houston. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_LlE4JCqXRFiCeg4tpBm_EJX13f-yEPY94bHPVMn4onDgOFsa-FswY4zdtBcH1BFnz8wUIr9sjjBUDi1ANCKJxTs836Oy4vZQOEFPwnrsW63rLfSFXqYI89qaZRl-dfW-yPm4yibbdVuGeOsF0-K74K2a3u3u3nPkZDShQTNtHZsSkVAMeZGqMQclPls/s3751/IMG_7844.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2404" data-original-width="3751" height="205" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_LlE4JCqXRFiCeg4tpBm_EJX13f-yEPY94bHPVMn4onDgOFsa-FswY4zdtBcH1BFnz8wUIr9sjjBUDi1ANCKJxTs836Oy4vZQOEFPwnrsW63rLfSFXqYI89qaZRl-dfW-yPm4yibbdVuGeOsF0-K74K2a3u3u3nPkZDShQTNtHZsSkVAMeZGqMQclPls/s320/IMG_7844.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Back of our T-shirt</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> </span><b>Stumbling around in all these Scottish lines, I attached to Edward de Bruce, brother of Robert. It was the second option listed above, using the VanGilder line, that I found my way to the Bruce Clan. My grandmother would have been a young girl in Morgantown and probably heard the royal story from one of her VanGilder aunts.</b></div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> My two brothers and I made a trip to England and Scotland in 2003. We were able to spend time with our Hughes family in Hartlepool, England along with my UK genealogy friend. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHl2ire7gAu-7m-WvpgPe6kgYyOzf-rBBAaYFMTdYNDkB_QGxzPTFoYHJ3QCZCWPSL3AUpPuu9XtcotYU1qMsS_8rPToaDmqPAcrb1WGRO10yfVF_RJL0gDnqJfOyYm75cjBz5oLDu3tkw2LUpP-TWlIx1CqZ2KzfCvcCaoMM9K8XCGi2p52fDApOgWMs/s417/Lin%20at%20Friars%20Carse%208_7_2003%20cropped%20twice.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="363" data-original-width="417" height="279" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHl2ire7gAu-7m-WvpgPe6kgYyOzf-rBBAaYFMTdYNDkB_QGxzPTFoYHJ3QCZCWPSL3AUpPuu9XtcotYU1qMsS_8rPToaDmqPAcrb1WGRO10yfVF_RJL0gDnqJfOyYm75cjBz5oLDu3tkw2LUpP-TWlIx1CqZ2KzfCvcCaoMM9K8XCGi2p52fDApOgWMs/s320/Lin%20at%20Friars%20Carse%208_7_2003%20cropped%20twice.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Me in the Robert de Bruce is my Cousin t-shirt<br />At Frairs Carse<br />August 7, 2003</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> </span><b>We drove up into Scotland with the full intention of visiting all of our "family castles and houses". Whether we <i>really</i> genealogically attached to any of them didn't matter, we had fun. My brother, Ken, made us t-shirts and we wore them in Dumfries. As I mentioned, it was all a bit of fun. 😁 </b></div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinCQFGOMBg-tXtnYJFK61FsucMbk1VbIy-an3Vbz2dp5jW5pTzQqsC-lOfM3bjDyhlX6_BNOxhoPacPjVwKEr0qs2H3sTJUPxt488vpIY5pA9m0oovZ-Wd4LbQcKryzsU5ihOQZv0zDbYjeDmNOV_AWd-tR_I2mS9RmTkWJ8r5XZhwbqbVoJbk8itwWOA/s1280/030.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinCQFGOMBg-tXtnYJFK61FsucMbk1VbIy-an3Vbz2dp5jW5pTzQqsC-lOfM3bjDyhlX6_BNOxhoPacPjVwKEr0qs2H3sTJUPxt488vpIY5pA9m0oovZ-Wd4LbQcKryzsU5ihOQZv0zDbYjeDmNOV_AWd-tR_I2mS9RmTkWJ8r5XZhwbqbVoJbk8itwWOA/s320/030.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">My Photo from 2005<br />Houston House</span></td></tr></tbody></table></span></div><p> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>I did make a return trip to Scotland in 2005. This time we revisited several of the 2003 castles and added <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2009/03/houston-house-houston-renfrewshire.html">Houston House in Renfrewshire</a>. </b></span></p><p> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>In the end, it is highly doubtful that even a smidge of royal blood courses through my veins; however, there is some landed Scottish gentry many generations back. No matter, it made the two visits to Scotland more enjoyable and revisiting this piece of Hughes Family Lore </b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">personally entertaining</b><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">. </b></p><p><b style="color: #38761d;"><u><span style="font-family: times;">Visits to other"family castles or houses" in Scotland</span></u></b></p><p><span style="font-family: times;"> </span><b style="font-family: times;"><a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2010/04/festival-of-postcards-geography-threave.html">Threave Castle Blog</a></b></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><blockquote><span style="color: black;">I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU. All comments are welcome; however, if they are inappropriate, they will not be published. </span> <span style="color: black;">
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</div></div>Linda Hughes Hiserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05774876428039197357noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559842070525209896.post-65008778239562602152023-10-29T08:39:00.005-04:002023-10-30T15:09:45.096-04:00Philip and Dorothy Harner--Monongalia County, (West) Virginia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimtanstwYCTDZCxrJ10dOIMEjdSjtk3FYKuMIC6m8scNppaEpfhyphenhyphenQywGpujrZNf_JaLM1UgHWPABcHahhsbicXJHUkcqR3-V52_VIXpOOtjfu8J5qe9dv6_onCZm_bZd74jOc71a56EE7UrQwAQZoYAdvSAkY-9_4090TxpIPmOsLbbpCXRD-OWCKIiDM/s798/Harner%20Family.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="746" data-original-width="798" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimtanstwYCTDZCxrJ10dOIMEjdSjtk3FYKuMIC6m8scNppaEpfhyphenhyphenQywGpujrZNf_JaLM1UgHWPABcHahhsbicXJHUkcqR3-V52_VIXpOOtjfu8J5qe9dv6_onCZm_bZd74jOc71a56EE7UrQwAQZoYAdvSAkY-9_4090TxpIPmOsLbbpCXRD-OWCKIiDM/w242-h226/Harner%20Family.jpg" width="242" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Philip and Dorothy Harner are my paternal great great great great grandparents. This is a tricky blog to present as there is little written about Philip. He was born in Germany according to the later census reports of his adult children. I have seen on Ancestry that his middle name could have been Wilhelm. He has several early Monongalia census records. No death record. Dorothy, also known as Dolly, was born on a ship while her family was crossing the ocean about 1790. I have seen on Ancestry that her maiden name may have been Waugh. It is assumed that Philip died before 1840 since he does not have a census report. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Where Philip and Dorothy met and married continues to be a mystery. If my paternal great great grandfather, Philip William Harner, is their first born, then 1807 or 1808 would be a reasonable guess.</b></span> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZLKdh39QN44j95BSaqkId3MsZtGOtSQLe2CYbVOBLkVYXoxQoulaiga4A_Fc9QAzKSND-SY7J8Tkk1o42mTXy3mnbUkRmfy3fCMEqu0X42ntgGxdRoH3aOq-RiwH1_rZ6K7hY_FUIRyDqxuD2fCtuOZP9sem8rATtj19K8hgiyORldFNmdZ9-lW1hwzc/s3488/1802.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3488" data-original-width="2184" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZLKdh39QN44j95BSaqkId3MsZtGOtSQLe2CYbVOBLkVYXoxQoulaiga4A_Fc9QAzKSND-SY7J8Tkk1o42mTXy3mnbUkRmfy3fCMEqu0X42ntgGxdRoH3aOq-RiwH1_rZ6K7hY_FUIRyDqxuD2fCtuOZP9sem8rATtj19K8hgiyORldFNmdZ9-lW1hwzc/s320/1802.jpg" width="200" /></a></div> <div> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>To date, this is the earliest record of Philip Harner that I have found. It is a 1802 census from Monongalia County, Virginia taken by John Evans, clerk. Unfortunately, I did not check earlier pages to find out what was being counted. It could be a census of animals owned.<br /></b></span><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikqCRk-dBvAY3to7-zmsFojFvrGuM6EA6lPgOiNrcdpjaEOrZ4oQhuEDHOQ8TgSgR0JQfjU8pg3i6knNw2t600joZ-GvHb_7jnCsUoCvKYWD3rbhbKgnWHlV3bVpcKSfyuWX8_ZAGHkbgIs5xcIAJF0c5LJ1zqv-WnuzG0xkzLmXAkWO8qcBobJrR2Ez4/s2794/1810%20census%20august%206%201810.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2138" data-original-width="2794" height="245" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikqCRk-dBvAY3to7-zmsFojFvrGuM6EA6lPgOiNrcdpjaEOrZ4oQhuEDHOQ8TgSgR0JQfjU8pg3i6knNw2t600joZ-GvHb_7jnCsUoCvKYWD3rbhbKgnWHlV3bVpcKSfyuWX8_ZAGHkbgIs5xcIAJF0c5LJ1zqv-WnuzG0xkzLmXAkWO8qcBobJrR2Ez4/s320/1810%20census%20august%206%201810.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1910 Virginia Census<br />Monongalia County, Virginia<br />August 6, 1810</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Phil Harner</b></span><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Males under age 10--1</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Males age 10-25--1</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Males age 45 and over--1</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Females under age 10--2</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Females ages 10-15--1</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Females ages 16-25--2</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Females age 45 and over--1</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip5ObBj9rE6eO-GUpZoqGDn58k3sUKiKwfJrXxg6ytUNFBYE68mwZDkVHWnxN3qJq775lPxb3EYRYUzMTchxhjIVPNUrSBsjCI1NVjUrPkeyMWUx0CQ68P1ZZdhVso5_wdU37FlPzTP8bpjOpidaXcrE8j0fFKduOcr68E_GjSF8J8nnYyrYl5yu2BmcU/s2569/4433173_00805.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2243" data-original-width="2569" height="279" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip5ObBj9rE6eO-GUpZoqGDn58k3sUKiKwfJrXxg6ytUNFBYE68mwZDkVHWnxN3qJq775lPxb3EYRYUzMTchxhjIVPNUrSBsjCI1NVjUrPkeyMWUx0CQ68P1ZZdhVso5_wdU37FlPzTP8bpjOpidaXcrE8j0fFKduOcr68E_GjSF8J8nnYyrYl5yu2BmcU/s320/4433173_00805.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">1810 Virginia Census<br />Monongalia County, Virginia<br />August 6, 1810</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;">Isaac Herner/Horner</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Males under age 10--4</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Males 10 thru 15--2</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Males 16 thru 25--2</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Males age 45 and over--1</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Females under age 10--4</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Females age 16 thru 25--2</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Females age 45 and over--1</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> </span><b>Is this another Harner in Monongalia County on the 1810 Virginia census?</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1sPpOSSZLdImM-M00O2JCXruFEAG3mU5e1cW3fp01Hib-_leBxEw9rUKP5VHLtt2nntMbTTj76mpm6fQpHsNMMOz1MdzmXG0yY8slxNB_z59Vf0JsmaRrCg_p_RpLHWvuRDJqMjqc5KxzZvjFIfIQHOrhd-2xxClbfr0ABuTfFzEcjG_Ue4y3Wm-Ia2M/s2795/1817.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1514" data-original-width="2795" height="173" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1sPpOSSZLdImM-M00O2JCXruFEAG3mU5e1cW3fp01Hib-_leBxEw9rUKP5VHLtt2nntMbTTj76mpm6fQpHsNMMOz1MdzmXG0yY8slxNB_z59Vf0JsmaRrCg_p_RpLHWvuRDJqMjqc5KxzZvjFIfIQHOrhd-2xxClbfr0ABuTfFzEcjG_Ue4y3Wm-Ia2M/s320/1817.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> A 1817 listing in the Monongalia County, Virginia Records of the District, Superior and County Courts of Philip Harner and hands working on roads in the county.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBZwWTNQRLkd7w7H6nbJhh8hEeIWfxtXSxmQd1-awtSFScyGBks7Sj3P54yUxY7slxiJAAb1b1eVvS5bHopo1U4lY3WwV84K94XRdcNp62DSrkPbHDeRpX8evO5a06R3OII3CRK4XCq-IPtNp021dkiIPcgJ9guDe5VxU7tHmaQzkKG75Ki08RCeu_kY8/s3356/1820%20census%20eastern%20division%20monongalia%20county%20aug%207.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3309" data-original-width="3356" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBZwWTNQRLkd7w7H6nbJhh8hEeIWfxtXSxmQd1-awtSFScyGBks7Sj3P54yUxY7slxiJAAb1b1eVvS5bHopo1U4lY3WwV84K94XRdcNp62DSrkPbHDeRpX8evO5a06R3OII3CRK4XCq-IPtNp021dkiIPcgJ9guDe5VxU7tHmaQzkKG75Ki08RCeu_kY8/s320/1820%20census%20eastern%20division%20monongalia%20county%20aug%207.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1820 Virginia Census<br />Eastern Division, Monongalia County, Virginia<br />August 7, 1820</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;">Philip Harner</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> Males under age 10--3</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> Males ages 10 thru 15--1</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> Males age 45 and over--1</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> Females under age 10--2</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> Females ages 16 thru 25--1</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> Females ages 26 thru 44--2</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> Females age 45 and over--1</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> Number of persons engaged in agriculture--1</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> Of interest, two other of my paternal great great great great grandfather's are also enumerated on this page of the census, <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2022/09/robert-hill-tombstone-tuesday.html">Robert Hill</a> and <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2009/06/carnival-of-genealogy-75th.html">Purnell Houston</a>. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkw9RWkIBy8ZfM0ckftXoEnBtAhtvCvcfBl6oT6AFWn1SWva3GwZey3ZkI7qlKHiQ7VZ9Kp0onY3bVaeqxE4hd5aWSR9VYk4okNJXFrDNWhYvoPMNt_zSZ6MQLOEwyKPoYbGWkLmsmcDSFC20qOwNSnsJ4dfvL8cI_ikkDZibb9pj857-A02wDjMVOFw4/s3066/1830%20census%20eastern%20district%20monongalia%20county.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2694" data-original-width="3066" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkw9RWkIBy8ZfM0ckftXoEnBtAhtvCvcfBl6oT6AFWn1SWva3GwZey3ZkI7qlKHiQ7VZ9Kp0onY3bVaeqxE4hd5aWSR9VYk4okNJXFrDNWhYvoPMNt_zSZ6MQLOEwyKPoYbGWkLmsmcDSFC20qOwNSnsJ4dfvL8cI_ikkDZibb9pj857-A02wDjMVOFw4/s320/1830%20census%20eastern%20district%20monongalia%20county.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1830 Virginia Census<br />Eastern District, Monongalia County</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;">Philip Harner</span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> Males under age 5 thru 9--1</span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> </span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;">Males age 80 thru 89--1</span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> Females under age 10--2</span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> Females ages 5 thru 9--1</span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> Females ages 10 thru 14--1</span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> Females age 15 thru 19--1</span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> Females age 30 thru 39--3</span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> Female age 70 thru 79--1</span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> </span></div><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> What does any of this mean? Did my great great great great grandfather, Philip Harner have the same name as his father? Was he that many decades older than his wife Dorothy? </b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">Could this mean that Philip's mother and father were also in Monongalia County (the oldest enumerated) and Philip and Dolly are living with them and adding their own family members? Is Dolly's husband, Philip Harner already deceased since there is no male age 30 thru 39 enumerated in this census? </b><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">Since only the head of household was named, who are all these Harner's? </b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> My twenty year old great great great grandfather, Philip William Harner, is not enumerated here. He was married two years later in Alleghany County, Maryland. Where did all the male Harner's go? Once Philip William Harner returned to the Morgantown area, his offspring populated the county. </b></p><p> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Dorothy's dates do not make any sense either. If she was born circa 1790, she was only age ten when she had her first child. Or her daughter, Susannah Harner Nuce was not born in 1800. Or Susannah Harner had a different mother. I had her birth originally at 1811. What a confusing mess this all is. No wonder I waited several decades to finally tackle this blog. </b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Here is what is currently known about Philip and Dorothy Harner's children.</b></span></p><p></p><ol style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Susannah Harner born either 1800 or 1811 in Virginia, married Michael Nuce, died 1876. Some question as to whether Dolly was her mother or a previous wife of Philip Harner, Susan Clark.</b></span></li><li><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><span style="color: #38761d;"><a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2023/10/philip-william-harner-and-sarah-fearer.html">Philip William Harner</a> born 1809 in Virginia, married <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2023/10/philip-william-harner-and-sarah-fearer.html">Sarah Fearer</a> or Fear, 1885. </span><span style="color: red;">(my great great great grandfather)</span></b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Mary Elizabeth Harner born 1812 in Virginia, married Henry Flumm, died 1889.</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Sarah Harner born 1818 in Virginia, married Robert Mayfield, died 1895.</b></span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>George Harner--no knowledge</b></span></li><li><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">Joseph Harner--no knowledge</b></li></ol><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0tbi3LGWBSnu_vGj4BR3IPpNZtuqgWvke630FhAj_Tegyqn81iamz6x0Ing8aT1VKIRD3GWYz41tNbUBtk09pIpYKH6qRt5672770yvSIi5kok4naigEvZrXCQcn9Mo8JZNhyphenhyphen_qMNxblQ9FmpPDa3IwjnojLhkssnjLU7Xf9dRkbdH1WhKmBrdcYaAZw/s1632/1835%20record%20of%20a%20land%20grant%20recieved%20by%20Dorothy%20Harner%20in%20Monongalia%20Co.%20(W)%20Va%20in%201835.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1632" data-original-width="1424" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0tbi3LGWBSnu_vGj4BR3IPpNZtuqgWvke630FhAj_Tegyqn81iamz6x0Ing8aT1VKIRD3GWYz41tNbUBtk09pIpYKH6qRt5672770yvSIi5kok4naigEvZrXCQcn9Mo8JZNhyphenhyphen_qMNxblQ9FmpPDa3IwjnojLhkssnjLU7Xf9dRkbdH1WhKmBrdcYaAZw/s320/1835%20record%20of%20a%20land%20grant%20recieved%20by%20Dorothy%20Harner%20in%20Monongalia%20Co.%20(W)%20Va%20in%201835.jpg" width="279" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> A record for Dorothy Harner. A land grant for 100 acres in Monongalia County, Virginia in August 1835. The property was adjacent to land owed by J. Jacobs. I doubt a woman would have been purchasing land in 1835 if her husband was alive. Does this signal the death of Philip Harner? Dorothy had access to money. </span></div></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2r4vHTTYwKgXjPT54w_uBv5hRzcTrAy9ZSqMM9y6ivvlaXabN048sK8nnwRBROXya6YX5gKeEJJIDrzBt5_ZxIL1f1WEkcrV9jePNzBlUaVbQna9UXOBydygd91qxcd-an9ZaQgTAfjrt6OOa7bB_KD0TN3W8XBUGrWp7gV7Wm_ItRRfF2mE0-voCYy0/s3399/1840%20Dolly%20Harner%20census%20marked.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2908" data-original-width="3399" height="274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2r4vHTTYwKgXjPT54w_uBv5hRzcTrAy9ZSqMM9y6ivvlaXabN048sK8nnwRBROXya6YX5gKeEJJIDrzBt5_ZxIL1f1WEkcrV9jePNzBlUaVbQna9UXOBydygd91qxcd-an9ZaQgTAfjrt6OOa7bB_KD0TN3W8XBUGrWp7gV7Wm_ItRRfF2mE0-voCYy0/s320/1840%20Dolly%20Harner%20census%20marked.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1840 Virginia Census<br />East Monongalia<br />Monongalia, Virginia</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Census attributed to Dollie Harner</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> </b></span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> </b></span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> </span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> Males ages 20 thru 29--1</span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> Females ages 15 thru 19--1</span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> Females age 20 thru 29--1</span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> Females age 30 thru 39--3</span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> Females age 40 thru 49--1</span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> Could Dolly's youngest daughter, Sarah Harner be the female in the 20 thru 29 year old category and married to Robert Mayfield who could be the male ages 20 thru 29? Dolly would fall in the age 40 thru 49 age group. </span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3oWXbg_i4hyphenhyphen93QoNG9DrUcRkBbkbrQ7vJWEjaOraE1w4ux_D9bYY1C_Z3nQTAMb-7FvABS6BYjn8YxT3aVdXX521l0XIu5c-yushcCZJUrWnBih4S2i7lsVaTOcH5S9u86LTKjqpXhmw4HrlUhCAf0A-slggCmCb62eZQwiNh-Qg1pZLTN6IYcSVM_sQ/s1854/1850%20Dolly%20Harner%20census%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="822" data-original-width="1854" height="142" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3oWXbg_i4hyphenhyphen93QoNG9DrUcRkBbkbrQ7vJWEjaOraE1w4ux_D9bYY1C_Z3nQTAMb-7FvABS6BYjn8YxT3aVdXX521l0XIu5c-yushcCZJUrWnBih4S2i7lsVaTOcH5S9u86LTKjqpXhmw4HrlUhCAf0A-slggCmCb62eZQwiNh-Qg1pZLTN6IYcSVM_sQ/s320/1850%20Dolly%20Harner%20census%20cropped.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">1850 Virginia Census<br />Monongalia County<br />Eastern District # 36<br />August 6, 1850</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> </span><span style="font-weight: 700;">Dolly Harner, age 59, female, value of real estate owned $100, born on the sea, cannot read or write.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Robert Mayfield, age 41, male, farmer, born in Virginia.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Sarah Mayfield, age 30, female, born in Virginia.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> George W. Mayfield, age 8, male, born in Virginia.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> John W. Mayfield, age 1, male, born in Virginia.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Alexander Lawson, age 61, male, laborer, born in Maryland.</span></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> </b></span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;">Dolly Harner is the head of the family. They are probably living on the land she purchased in 1835. The Mayfield's are her relatives. Sarah Mayfield is her daughter, Sarah Harner Mayfield. There is a hired hand helping Robert Mayfield with the farm. Of interest on the following page of the census is the Flumm Family also relations. Mary Elizabeth Harner Flumm is her daughter. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH79Rd0qvaIZk7VAh0FQcQGZRafolX0aqAIdscHaUarU6j4SXBFxIWd8GzMk0UyxGQdXZbQLvXjvft7r8PZqUVvS6O0Dil_xZ7-Q1vfvTHswYPr7v3qjhMzxYfxH5nX7pOh4x_XZdr1HX24fllHd6mXHRucO42eB3Y7TamdZDOXUnqJL3-vRYS3NcOAtg/s1020/1851%20Land%20given%20to%20Mayfield.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="555" data-original-width="1020" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH79Rd0qvaIZk7VAh0FQcQGZRafolX0aqAIdscHaUarU6j4SXBFxIWd8GzMk0UyxGQdXZbQLvXjvft7r8PZqUVvS6O0Dil_xZ7-Q1vfvTHswYPr7v3qjhMzxYfxH5nX7pOh4x_XZdr1HX24fllHd6mXHRucO42eB3Y7TamdZDOXUnqJL3-vRYS3NcOAtg/w388-h211/1851%20Land%20given%20to%20Mayfield.jpg" width="388" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>I found this decades ago on a genealogy website and tucked it away in my Harner file. It appears from this document that Dorothy "Dolly" Harner gave the land she purchased in 1835 to her daughter Sarah "Sally" Harner Mayfield on October 16, 1851. Sarah lived with the Mayfield's until her death.</b></span></div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><div style="font-weight: 700;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4lnhBAcBjYXWz58dpCp4hLZjXQWsTWNjOJRtwN65s3QvRQX_lH8XdLuXi6tLQODh5Egk1xcjbNx7ZkDxw5mTyrRmMmhYJ8FO7cK5L87FvBSt5SrOR3NO_DYkEeUwLMxG_35TkFtQqdiwcU6yD6CErshxw6Cbap8J7CtflG9CweHaF4ZYkeK0E3tX262U/s1953/1860%20Dolly%20Harner%20census%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1148" data-original-width="1953" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4lnhBAcBjYXWz58dpCp4hLZjXQWsTWNjOJRtwN65s3QvRQX_lH8XdLuXi6tLQODh5Egk1xcjbNx7ZkDxw5mTyrRmMmhYJ8FO7cK5L87FvBSt5SrOR3NO_DYkEeUwLMxG_35TkFtQqdiwcU6yD6CErshxw6Cbap8J7CtflG9CweHaF4ZYkeK0E3tX262U/w361-h212/1860%20Dolly%20Harner%20census%20cropped.jpg" width="361" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">1860 Virginia Census<br />Monongalia County<br />District #2<br />September 5, 1860</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Robert Mayfield, age 48, male, farmer, value of real estate $600, value of personal estate $500, born in Virginia.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Sarah Mayfield, age 42, female, </span><span style="font-weight: 700;">born in Virginia.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> George </span><span style="font-weight: 700;">Mayfield, age 18, male, born in Virginia.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> John </span><span style="font-weight: 700;">Mayfield, </span><span style="font-weight: 700;">age 11, male, born in Virginia.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Margaret A. </span><span style="font-weight: 700;">Mayfield, </span><span style="font-weight: 700;">age 9, female, born in Virginia.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Sarah E. </span><span style="font-weight: 700;">Mayfield, </span><span style="font-weight: 700;">age 7, female, born in Virginia.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Joseph A. </span><span style="font-weight: 700;">Mayfield, </span><span style="font-weight: 700;">age 5, male, born in Virginia.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Bolton </span><span style="font-weight: 700;">Mayfield, </span><span style="font-weight: 700;">age 3, male, born in Virginia.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Philip </span><span style="font-weight: 700;">Mayfield, </span><span style="font-weight: 700;">age 2/12, male, born in Virginia.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Dorothy Harner, </span><span style="font-weight: 700;">age 72, female, born on the Pacific Ocean.</span></div></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> This ends the actual documentation that I have found. Hopefully more will be found by myself or others. This is Dorothy's last census record. I have listed her as deceased before 1870. I have not found a death record for her in Monongalia County, West Virginia. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> There is a listing for a <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/260188702/dolly-harner">Dolly Harner</a> on Find A Grave in </b><a href="https://www.findagrave.com/cemetery/2786902/memorial-search?cemeteryName=Coddington%20Cemetery" style="font-weight: bold;">Coddington Cemetery</a><b>, Monongalia County, West Virginia. <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/260188713/robert-mayfield">Robert Mayfield</a>, her son- in-law, <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/260188930/michael-nuse">Michael Nuce (listed as Nuse)</a>, son-in-law or step son-in-law and daughter or step daughter, <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/260188972/susan-nuse">Susannah Harner Nuce (listed as Nuse)</a> are buried there. No marker for daughter, Sarah Harner Mayfield. I believe that the Dolly Harner buried there is my great great great great grandmother's. The death date makes sense, February 24, 1869. The birthdate does not; however with the age of the stone, the reading may not be accurate. I have not found another Dorothy or Dolly Harner on the 1850-1860 census reports. The Coddington Cemetery listing can be found on the <a href="https://genealogytrails.com/wva/monongalia/coddington_cem.html">genealogy trails</a> website.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> To add to more confusion, <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/133389546/michael-jacob-nuce">Michael Nuce</a> and <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/133390666/susannah-nuce">Susannah Nuce</a>, listed in Coddington Cemetery are also listed in Pierpont Cemetery. With Susannah, more specifically, in the Nuce Plot. Dolly Harner and Robert Mayfield are not listed in the Pierpont Cemetery. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> When I was in Morgantown over a decade ago, I had the good fortune to meet a Harner descendent and she mentioned that she knew where Dolly Harner was buried and offered to take me to the cemetery. I declined. I was there to find the Old Frum Cemetery and she did take us there. The family living in Morgantown does attribute that burial site to Dorothy "Dolly" Harner. Now I wish I had taken her up on the offer to see the burial site.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Final thoughts on my paternal great great great great grandparents, some records and a lot of speculation. There is still so much research needed and yet, maybe as it is, it is just a package one can finish and put a big bow on it. </b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"> </b></p><p> </p><blockquote><span style="color: black;">I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU. All comments are welcome; however, if they are inappropriate, they will not be published. </span> <span style="color: black;">
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Harner and William T. Harner and Philip F. Harner, George W. Harner, James U.
Beall, Frederick Breakiron, Capell Holland, and Francis J. Kern, Samuel
Hackney, Thomas M. Gregg and John D. Robinson and James Hare are held and
firmly bound unto the state of West Virginia in the penal sum of eighteen
thousand dollars, which will and truly to be paid, we bind ourselves, our heirs
jointly and severally. Firmly by these
present. Witness our hands and seals
this 30<sup>th</sup> day of December 1885.<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: trebuchet;"><b>The condition of the obligation is such, that if said
Joseph L. Harner and William T. Harner shall faithfully discharge the duties of
executors of the last will and testament of Philip W. Harner deceased, and
shall account for and pay over all money which may come to their hands by
virtue of said office, then this obligation to be void, else to remain in full
force and virtue.<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: trebuchet;"><b>Frederick Breakiron
Seal <o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: trebuchet;"><b>Capell Holland
Seal <o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: trebuchet;"><b>Francis J. Kern
Seal <o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: trebuchet;"><b>Thomas M Gregg
Seal <o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: trebuchet;"><b>John D. Robinson
Seal <o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: trebuchet;"><b>Samuel Hackney
Seal </b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Joseph L. Harner</span><span style="color: #38761d;"> </span><span style="color: #38761d;">Seal</span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="color: #38761d;">W. T. Harner</span><span style="color: #38761d;"> </span><span style="color: #38761d;">Seal</span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="color: #38761d;">P. F. Harner</span><span style="color: #38761d;"> </span><span style="color: #38761d;">Seal</span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="color: #38761d;">G. W. Harner</span><span style="color: #38761d;"> </span><span style="color: #38761d;">Seal</span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="color: #38761d;">J. M. Beall</span><span style="color: #38761d;"> </span><span style="color: #38761d;">Seal</span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="color: #38761d;">James Hare</span><span style="color: #38761d;"> </span><span style="color: #38761d;">Seal</span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: trebuchet;">A true copy:
Teste</b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: trebuchet;"><b>W. J. Wiley, Clerk of County Court, Monongalia County,
West Virginia<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: trebuchet;"><b>Milton Tennant, Bond as Notary <o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: trebuchet;"><b> </b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: trebuchet;"><b>Know all men by these present, that we, Milton
Tennant, Simon P. Tennant and Greenberry Barrickman are held and bound to the
state of West Virginia in the penal sum of Five hundred dollars, to the payment
of which we bind ourselves jointly and severally and each of us binds his
heirs, executors and administrators.<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: trebuchet;"><b>The condition of the above obligation is such, that
whereas in above bound.<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: trebuchet;"><b>Milton Tennant has been appointed Notary Public in and
for the County of Monongalia now therefore if the aid Milton Tennant shall
faithfully discharge the duties of said office, and account for and pay over as
required by the law, all money which may come to his hands, by virtue of the
said office, then shall this obligation be void otherwise shall remain in full force
and effect. <o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: trebuchet;"><b>Witness in hands and seals this 4<sup>th</sup> day of
June 1886.<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: trebuchet;"><b> </b></span></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: trebuchet;">Milton Tennant Seal</b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: trebuchet;"><b>S. P. Tenant Seal<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: trebuchet;"><b>Greenberry Barrickman Seal<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: trebuchet;"><b>A true copy:
Teste<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><b><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">W. J. Wiley, Clerk of the County Court, Monongalia
County, West Virginia</span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></span></p><p>
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Philip, the son of <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2023/10/philip-and-dorothy-harner-monongalia.html">Philip Harner and Dorothy</a> was born on February 14, 1809 in Monongalia County, (West) Virginia. I have seen Dorothy's, also known as Dolly, maiden name as Waugh. I have never seen any proof of this. Sarah may have been the daughter of John Fearer and Elizabeth Eva Wolf and was born on May 20, 1814 in Maryland. I have seen her parents on Ancestry, but have never seen any proof.</b></span> </p><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>This blog has caused me the identical issues as the one I wrote for my other paternal great great great grandparents, <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2023/10/joseph-davidson-hill-and-sarah-houston.html">Joseph Davidson Hill and Sarah Louise Houston</a>. The Harner's, Hill's and Houston's, were early settlers, pioneers of Monongalia County (West) Virginia. The Hills and Philip William Harner were prosperous; however, there isn't much written about them in the Monongalia or Morgantown history books. Much of the work on this blog comes from census records, accounts and records shared by numerous cousins over the decades. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Hazel Louise Harner Casteel, a cousin three times over, descends from my Houston, Hill and Harner ancestors. Various family members married from our mutual ancestors. She was a family genealogist and also a member of the DAR. She was instrumental honoring our mutual ancestor, Purnell Houston with a special plaque near his tombstone. CHECK ON THIS. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> I have a partial copy of Hazel's Harner notes. She lists Phillip William Harner's birth and mentions that he was born on the old Robert Mayfield Farm three miles from Rock Forge Methodist Church. I have wondered what the tie between the early Harner and Mayfield family was. Philip William's sister Sarah Harner married a Robert Mayfield. All the same Mayfield's?</b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTl-F6jBsuXCQq331TBPZGUDm4BSC7Tymai3hHl5txRn5fDhgN1bz_jWnQ2lqOdCq7alTymJslJyjkZMfLTSJx4sFrCExDe0uROiAnmQJLf26cnXfhnY5E7FilZVRQIhIcBp1g5X_1hJhvhm6Q36GJGTPoUWcVRikIET9fgi66FLjbLaLiSOEtjEx6iW4/s888/1832%20Marriage%20Record.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="696" data-original-width="888" height="251" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTl-F6jBsuXCQq331TBPZGUDm4BSC7Tymai3hHl5txRn5fDhgN1bz_jWnQ2lqOdCq7alTymJslJyjkZMfLTSJx4sFrCExDe0uROiAnmQJLf26cnXfhnY5E7FilZVRQIhIcBp1g5X_1hJhvhm6Q36GJGTPoUWcVRikIET9fgi66FLjbLaLiSOEtjEx6iW4/s320/1832%20Marriage%20Record.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>How Philip and Sarah met is anyone's guess. Hazel mentions that Sarah was from Selbysport, Garrett County, Maryland, when she married. Did Hazel have access to a Harner Bible?</b></span><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> The marriage document from Allegany County, Maryland shows that twenty-three year old Philip William Harner married sixteen year old Sarah Fearer on August 25, 1832. </b></span> <br /><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Before I continue, I do need to mention that Harner is often seen as Horner, so when searching it is necessary to use both surnames. Often it isn't Horner at all, just a misreading of the document.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDdumZ_rQuv3RTJuf4vrDv-Qvy4zxTY3avM5oBGLf3nFf0H8KoeyleZerp6Jx17bWFsR14o1mUBYfMlfKgv_nOxUd7hFpkRcDTyiH1ov7VWk5-HWVMCVqOKFaaEIzx1Gs62DQlsKtKH-X5bWny3OqYAySOWPGt6AWlXaFIVmsyYDO8_drO3RerjrX0OnA/s2953/1840%20Georges%20Township.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2306" data-original-width="2953" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDdumZ_rQuv3RTJuf4vrDv-Qvy4zxTY3avM5oBGLf3nFf0H8KoeyleZerp6Jx17bWFsR14o1mUBYfMlfKgv_nOxUd7hFpkRcDTyiH1ov7VWk5-HWVMCVqOKFaaEIzx1Gs62DQlsKtKH-X5bWny3OqYAySOWPGt6AWlXaFIVmsyYDO8_drO3RerjrX0OnA/s320/1840%20Georges%20Township.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxDXYuTqWphpmdj7Czp6sZ5Y7HpfdHRYNKrMh31gWFHvQbhEjIrkJYLXXjATbIg6PXXYKjGh65yJcbDjyV2VIcDHR5SR2PgblxGWdr0_Jp2MI4FZNH2HfchM-3fZUd1dE0Ar3GuPE-lliPLCHcX2xQE6YXRheM2wCTb_TmrbV3Nt9OV68qidoZlI9SNLk/s2425/1840%20census-1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1857" data-original-width="2425" height="245" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxDXYuTqWphpmdj7Czp6sZ5Y7HpfdHRYNKrMh31gWFHvQbhEjIrkJYLXXjATbIg6PXXYKjGh65yJcbDjyV2VIcDHR5SR2PgblxGWdr0_Jp2MI4FZNH2HfchM-3fZUd1dE0Ar3GuPE-lliPLCHcX2xQE6YXRheM2wCTb_TmrbV3Nt9OV68qidoZlI9SNLk/s320/1840%20census-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1840 Pennsylvania Census<br />Georges Township<br />Fayette County<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Phillip Horner</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> 1 male under age 5 Joseph L. Harner</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> 1 male age 15-19 Perhaps a brother to Philip or Sarah or a hired hand</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> 1 male age 30 thru 39 Philip William Harner</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> 2 females under age 5 Matilda Jane Harner and Susanna Harner</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> 1 female age 20 thru 29 Sarah Fearer Harner</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> 2 persons engaged in manufacture or trade</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> It has been written in several Harner accounts that Philip was a blacksmith by trade. He also may have done dental work.</b></span></p><p> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>It is revealed in the 1850 census, that the Philip William Harner Family hopscotched around for a few years after their marriage and then were planted for over a decade in Georges Township, Fayette County, Pennsylvania before settling outside the Morgantown area. </b></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtEquUXJT0XmLmdvZccB6eNnh6_BunJOknxb4Fo-bDTUtNMnOO885fuS10uPVFZr0XnArdqDcRvLCiM1FLdnoMi9xrW73M9CEsOm4KFu6Cs-cMD-bTQAXVOYc8UIVEPVTwF7VrbHKJzqUEZE5h4rPRmKDogCLyivrjzE-11cgCIUvbuJ8ns48EqrdzPps/s1896/1850%20census%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1896" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtEquUXJT0XmLmdvZccB6eNnh6_BunJOknxb4Fo-bDTUtNMnOO885fuS10uPVFZr0XnArdqDcRvLCiM1FLdnoMi9xrW73M9CEsOm4KFu6Cs-cMD-bTQAXVOYc8UIVEPVTwF7VrbHKJzqUEZE5h4rPRmKDogCLyivrjzE-11cgCIUvbuJ8ns48EqrdzPps/w345-h196/1850%20census%20cropped.jpg" width="345" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1850 (West Virginia) Virginia Census<br />The Eastern District #36<br />Monongalia County<br />August 15, 1850<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Philip W. Harner age 40, male, blacksmith, value of real estate owned $3000, born in Virginia.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Sarah Harner age 33, female, born in Maryland.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Joseph Harner age 14, male born in Maryland.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Matilda J. age 12, female, born in Virginia.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Susannah age 11, female, born in Pennsylvania.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> George W. age 9, male, born in Pennsylvania.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-weight: bold;"> Sarah age 7, female, born in Pennsylvania. </span><span style="color: red;"><b>(my paternal great great grandmother)</b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Mary E. age 5, female, born in Pennsylvania.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Philip F. age 3, male, born in Pennsylvania.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> William T. age 4 days, male, born in Virginia.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> George Neise ? age 20, male, laborer, born in Virginia. (I wonder if this is George Nuce, nephew to Philip Harner through the marriage of his sister Susan Harner to Michael Nuce) </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFLY2ATLf3_Lvhl46fiILrRhmcKrBdfJWFWvLh8nbdbpjqliD9oL51sfpPYlHQuEFWAm1PMKiIO5PqTqbsvM60XcEgCm7z9ycjkrqmrklm_UZk89V2RhnSU-D8EV2XTNZ-jlDeBMrIgFnqAHnBoY83GCnEVOEMVW97J1Pku6D5AVmXWCR8b3px-dZqauw/s3858/1850%20Sabraton%20Area.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3858" data-original-width="2704" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFLY2ATLf3_Lvhl46fiILrRhmcKrBdfJWFWvLh8nbdbpjqliD9oL51sfpPYlHQuEFWAm1PMKiIO5PqTqbsvM60XcEgCm7z9ycjkrqmrklm_UZk89V2RhnSU-D8EV2XTNZ-jlDeBMrIgFnqAHnBoY83GCnEVOEMVW97J1Pku6D5AVmXWCR8b3px-dZqauw/s320/1850%20Sabraton%20Area.jpg" width="224" /></a></span></div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> This is not an exact replica of Sabraton ownerships in 1850; however after years of research was drawn to give the best idea. There are two Harner buildings listed. These both must be Philip William Harner's land as there are no other Harner/Horner names in Monongalia County in 1850. The most northern one on Harner Run near Deckers Creek is the area where Philip purchased land in 1850 and built his house. It still stands today in the Sabraton area. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div></span><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtsnQC7IajQI1ibqJZWvGj6USIkNalenBuhPuXvhR4ZVYZEI8StHCwP0WwoLoq7fTao0lIeePxaIjsz-1bqNVJT6_13UGIdWQ3zwM3gWL5XQoR8Mf6uyS3vxhMkQSUBbybs2hXsGUlLH9PcrQg34RYSGTecJ6wVUmxishEDwpsA_lPNQkgcplIwC9b9tM/s2560/Old%20Harner%20Homestead1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtsnQC7IajQI1ibqJZWvGj6USIkNalenBuhPuXvhR4ZVYZEI8StHCwP0WwoLoq7fTao0lIeePxaIjsz-1bqNVJT6_13UGIdWQ3zwM3gWL5XQoR8Mf6uyS3vxhMkQSUBbybs2hXsGUlLH9PcrQg34RYSGTecJ6wVUmxishEDwpsA_lPNQkgcplIwC9b9tM/s320/Old%20Harner%20Homestead1.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">My photograph<br /><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><b style="text-align: left;"> </b></span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b> <span style="color: #38761d;">Known as The Old Harner Homestead, history, Philip purchased the property in 1850 and there may have been a smaller house on the land. It is believed that the current house was built in 1852 and Philip farmed the land. On August 14, 1885, Philip and Sarah sold the house and 111 7/8 aces to their son William Taylor Harner. William sold the house and 100 acres to George Sturgiss on July 10, 1902. William built a house next door and several other houses on the acre of land adjacent to the original house.</span></b></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> The <a href="https://npgallery.nps.gov/GetAsset/e9abed34-b22e-4dbb-b7d3-7f335a57149b/">Harner Homestead</a> is on the Register of National Historic Places. The original form was submitted in 1983. Some of the significant design details are that it is an example of "I" design and decorated with Classical Revival details. It features and example of a two story front porch. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> I was able to get inside my paternal great great great grandparents home in 2007 because it was up for sale. Needless to say I was tingling with excitement to actually walk among the rooms where my ancestors lived. There is a blog on <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2009/01/road-warriors-old-harner-homestead.html">Flipside</a> and a <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harner_Homestead">Wikipedia submission</a> that I wrote following the trip. I was amazed by the architectural details inside, especially realizing that they were done by hand tools. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBw6Rd_q8BEIDQuf3r65Kzqh68Cjr7SiYCYf2JDPgrtfNHUiBEFhYG0MGrLwbhrmOw483kEoOJfOjccVsNuSNi-_hPwgdIG8U4EHdCiBDqS5NRscnptnJkpIhD3Qx7mKxWfU0XmUkgOh1FwfoJhfsEjpYpKPrARSAeIUeAxwqUw2Wyw6mDdvawsA4heTA/s400/1853%20Mention%20of%20Rev%20Asby%20Pool%20and%20Philip%20Harner.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="400" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBw6Rd_q8BEIDQuf3r65Kzqh68Cjr7SiYCYf2JDPgrtfNHUiBEFhYG0MGrLwbhrmOw483kEoOJfOjccVsNuSNi-_hPwgdIG8U4EHdCiBDqS5NRscnptnJkpIhD3Qx7mKxWfU0XmUkgOh1FwfoJhfsEjpYpKPrARSAeIUeAxwqUw2Wyw6mDdvawsA4heTA/s320/1853%20Mention%20of%20Rev%20Asby%20Pool%20and%20Philip%20Harner.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">American Union<br />Morgantown, (West) Virginia<br />December 3, 1853 <br />page 3<br />BTW--<a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2020/03/asby-pool-my-paternal-great-great-great.html">Rev Asby Pool</a> mentioned is my <br />paternal gggg grandfather</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="color: #38761d;"><br /></span><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d;"> <span style="font-family: verdana;"><b> On March 26, 1857, Philip and Sarah's twenty-one year old son, Joseph L. Harner married eighteen year old Sarah Elizabeth Bishoff, daughter of Henry Bishoff and Lydia Miller. I have seen the Bishoff surname also listed as Bishop.</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b> Also in the year 1857, twenty year old Matilda Jane Harner married twenty-one year old Charles Addison in Monongalia County, (West) Virginia. </b></span></span></div><span style="color: #38761d;"><b style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></b></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMeedZ8z77W4mY4MP-cBdeL0CkZuw_7MRIdVKC1LPiYp_ocAsb1S8GEZkKKa_dz2Prn2XF3lbr-6rwpT76rOHr-OGPzjUuAFk3-YUV3r2GxneDgH-eTAQALLb853Y-ZkETG9qjQpB1QHTpzUWsnFnLQpls7NAVmm0qmhkPzEeB0fkf86Cu1ERFfsfNRDY/s1956/1860%20census%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1092" data-original-width="1956" height="197" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMeedZ8z77W4mY4MP-cBdeL0CkZuw_7MRIdVKC1LPiYp_ocAsb1S8GEZkKKa_dz2Prn2XF3lbr-6rwpT76rOHr-OGPzjUuAFk3-YUV3r2GxneDgH-eTAQALLb853Y-ZkETG9qjQpB1QHTpzUWsnFnLQpls7NAVmm0qmhkPzEeB0fkf86Cu1ERFfsfNRDY/w352-h197/1860%20census%20cropped.jpg" width="352" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1860 Virginia Census<br />District 2, Monongalia County<br />Morgantown Post Office<br />August 31, 1860</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Philip Harner age 56, male, employed as a blacksmith, real estate value $12,000, value of personal estate $800, born in Virginia. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Sarah Harner age 45, female, born in Maryland, cannot read or write.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Su</b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">san Harner age 21, female, born in Virginia.</b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> George Harner age 19, male, born in Pennsylvania.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Sarah Harner age 17, female, </b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">born in Pennsylvania. </b><b style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: red;">(my paternal great great grandmother)</span></b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Elizabeth age 14, female, </b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">born in Pennsylvania.</b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Fairchild age 12, female, </b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">born in Pennsylvania.</b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> William age 10, male, </b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">born in Virginia.</b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Henry age 7, male, </b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">born in Virginia.</b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> Philip is adding additional property. Blacksmithing was a valuable occupation in the 1800's and a well run business would be prosperous. It appears that Philip turned his increasing wealth into land purchases. </b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><u>The 1860's Wedding Decade</u></b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> In 1863 twenty-four year old Susan Harner married twenty-seven year old William Henry Fleming in Monongalia County, West Virginia. According to information on Ancestry, William's parents were William Fleming and Nancy Donaldson.</b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> On May 29, 1864 eighteen year old Mary Elizabeth Harner married twenty-seven year old William Fleming Jackson in Morgantown, Monongalia County, West Virginia. William was the son of Josiah Jackson and Verlinda Robey</b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> On October 17, 1864 twenty-three year old George Washington Harner married twenty-one year old Lavina Ruth Hickman in Monongalia County, West Virginia. Lavina was the daughter of Jacob S. Hickman and Catherine Litman.</b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> On May 26, 1866 </b><b style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: red;">my paternal great great grandparents</span></b><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">, twenty-two year old <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2020/03/sarah-louise-harner-pool-my-paternal.html">Sarah Louise Harner</a> married twenty-three year old <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2020/03/sampson-frum-pool-my-paternal-great.html">Sampson Frum Pool</a> in Monongalia County, West Virginia. Sampson's parents were <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2020/03/william-lanham-pool-my-paternal-great.html">William Lanaham Pool</a> and <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2020/03/ann-louise-frum-pool-my-paternal-great.html">Ann Frum</a>.</b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> On Christmas Eve 1868 twenty year old Philip Fairchild Harner married twenty-two year old Margaret Olivia Robinson in Monongalia County, West Virginia. Margaret was the daughter of John Davidson Robinson and Elizabeth Hill </b><b style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: red;">(my paternal great great grandaunt)</span></b><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">.</b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><u>Helping a Friend Financially Does Not Pay Off</u></b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> On January 18, 1868 Philip W. Harner and William Hagans signed their joint promissory notes as securities to George M. Hagans </b><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">for the sum of $1,720.25 payable one day after date with interest from the date from said note to William Price.</b><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> The principal, William Price, had $2000 in an account in a Morgantown bank which could be used for loans. George M. Hagans died in December, 1873 and had not paid the full amount of interest due or the amount borrowed. Philip's generosity to a friend has set my paternal great great great grandfather up for a legal battle down the road.</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmNYyWpiJlxviphK-3wb0s1ngZGP1adaS_fKOvlXooDRJljcNqydsD8CIv7AsFSUhT50tIpD1LoLwjgMxkKfcwJiq-NwZYg6UZiP_gx9cji38fmY0yatBF_1iqsvfOsp0ZkYWr8gC6if-yaoVa7a96bZdeAevl3db_HU1I0QC_70VADXDd4faeHssO1-Q/s2910/1870%20census%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="405" data-original-width="2910" height="54" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmNYyWpiJlxviphK-3wb0s1ngZGP1adaS_fKOvlXooDRJljcNqydsD8CIv7AsFSUhT50tIpD1LoLwjgMxkKfcwJiq-NwZYg6UZiP_gx9cji38fmY0yatBF_1iqsvfOsp0ZkYWr8gC6if-yaoVa7a96bZdeAevl3db_HU1I0QC_70VADXDd4faeHssO1-Q/w384-h54/1870%20census%20cropped.jpg" width="384" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">1870 West Virginia Census<br />Morgan Township, Monongalia County<br />Morgantown Post Office<br />June 22, 1870</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> </span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">Philip Harner age 61, male, white, farmer, value of personal estate $15,000, value of real estate $14,000, born in Pennsylvania, mother of foreign born birth, citizen of the United States.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Sarah Harner age 56, female, white, keeping house, born in Maryland, cannot write.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> William T. Harner age age 21, male, white, farm hand, born in West Virginia, attended school within the year.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Henry J. Harner age 16, </b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">male, white, farm hand, born in West Virginia, attended school within the year.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Jno M. Lowdermilk? age 26,male, white, farmhand, born in Maryland, citizen of the United States.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> Very poor copy of the census. This often </b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>occurs</b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> when the enumerator uses a pencil instead of a pen. </b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> Philip has added additional personal and real estate in the last decade. I have not had access to the land records, so I have no idea as the the dates and amount of acreage purchased. </b></div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><u>Back to the Security Note of 1868</u><br /></b></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Eighteen seventy-three brings the security note that Philip signed back on January 18, 1868 for his friend and grocer, George M. Hagans onto the front burner. Hagans had not kept up with the interest payments. When he died in December 1873, the named executors of his estate were James C. McGrew and the other signee of a security note, William Hagans. William Hagans was probably George M. Hagans brother. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> On February 27, 1874, William Price, from whom the loan was obtained, brought a joint action of debt against James C. McGrew and William Hagans, executors and Philip W. Harner. A writ was issued and dated.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4MXFg8_1WJScJLDDUAsRVNrgR9hLW6rEDFTQNWIjSYCUITjB8FW4zc5GFbv3osawM5TfqRMYG_MyJajQ-a_xFlTQzlUkmyzzE8WXstDOkt0fpboVfzVb5ggdBqTAjdXM4FjBC6TwaKeYDjIQ4RU0WdLVvSm_1FjSyDwqrd0KvJdMwign-MzZweJdsRYA/s3421/1874.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1396" data-original-width="3421" height="159" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4MXFg8_1WJScJLDDUAsRVNrgR9hLW6rEDFTQNWIjSYCUITjB8FW4zc5GFbv3osawM5TfqRMYG_MyJajQ-a_xFlTQzlUkmyzzE8WXstDOkt0fpboVfzVb5ggdBqTAjdXM4FjBC6TwaKeYDjIQ4RU0WdLVvSm_1FjSyDwqrd0KvJdMwign-MzZweJdsRYA/w388-h159/1874.jpg" width="388" /></a></span></div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> </span><b>Philip W. Harner penned and signed the above accepting the judgment for the sum of $1,807.16 on the back of the writ and presented it in the clerks office Court of Monongalia County, West Virginia on February 27, 1874. The said writ was never executed on the executors of the estate, one executor, William Hagans who also signed a security note. Long story short, Philip ended up with the total amount due.</b></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> How did this happen? Philip was a successful businessman with business savvy. As you might guess, he realized how he was dupped and went to court to not have to pay the entire amount due, just his fair portion.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> According to Philip's bill of injunction, October, 1874, the day before the February 27, 1874 suit, William Price and Jesse J. Fitch(a good friend of Philip) visited Philip W. Harner to let Philip know a suit was going to be filed next next day. Price told Philip that costs could be saved if he would go to Morgantown and confess judgement. Philip did not suspect anything wrong and did go to town the next day. He stopped at the store owned by the deceased, George M. Hagans, to see the two executors regarding Price's idea of confessing judgement. Neither executors were there; however William Price was standing on the steps and went with Philip to the court house to confess the judgement. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Philip learned that due to the fact that the note was signed over five years ago the statue of limitations barred the judgements and that the other defendants would plead statue of limitations, leaving Philip to bare the sole responsibility because he wrote the confession of judgement. Philip is guilty of being an honest and trustworthy man who was "defrauded and entrapped" by "........the fraudulent representations and conduct of William Price." It appears that Price knew he could not recover the cost of the loan and had no plan to divide it among Philip and the executors. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Philip did not let this go. He filed a bill of injunction against Price and Sheriff McVicker in December 1874. William Price had his own story and denied any knowledge that the note of money owed to him was no longer viable due to a statue of limitation. On September 22, 1876, Philip's suit was dismissed and he now had to pay all court costs.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> This did not end. Philip W. Harner on an appeal from and supersedeas to a decree from the Circuit Court of Monongalia County rendered on September 22, 1876 took the case to the Supreme Court of Appeals of West Virginia. </b></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGXsmsTpWIxyiKzRC3TjIcDZpu1-EG6Tb8u2voghgY6_nugxysSFAGOfy0mceFiSq2VqQUdGD1jShywNdnGcX3ZLJ6EN67GWp9o4e5xxbhk0ZX6bIm7y9_Jm89cMwL81v3Mawi2k1j1mFTBUFlmGmFr27-LBPQ7pEMy0qfSPO5_uIgo9vlQ25Md4dowJA/s2964/1880%20census.jpg" style="font-weight: bold; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2964" data-original-width="2160" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGXsmsTpWIxyiKzRC3TjIcDZpu1-EG6Tb8u2voghgY6_nugxysSFAGOfy0mceFiSq2VqQUdGD1jShywNdnGcX3ZLJ6EN67GWp9o4e5xxbhk0ZX6bIm7y9_Jm89cMwL81v3Mawi2k1j1mFTBUFlmGmFr27-LBPQ7pEMy0qfSPO5_uIgo9vlQ25Md4dowJA/s320/1880%20census.jpg" width="233" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1880 West Virginia Census<br />Morgan District, Monongalia County<br />June 15, 1880<br />BTW Census enumerator Waitman Wiley Houston is a cousin</td></tr></tbody></table><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> I decided to include the entire page rather than just the section for Philip and Sarah Harner. Sons Philip Fairchild Harner, William Harner, James Harner, Joseph Harner and son-in-law, William Jackson are all enumerated on this page. </b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> Philip Harner, white, male, age 71, married, farmer, born in Virginia, father born in Germany, mother born on the ocean.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> Sarah Harner, white, female, age 66, wife, married, housekeeper, born in Maryland, cannot write, mother and father both born in Germany.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4W_yuAE0gERDTAJtmQE5Ra-WzGiOAkgrYEmwcU8NOETHIJrkUGkzpJ4eEoPPmqqTNvhAU5Ix7ogD9Zp0x7BkLLK-4kOwmvDxFiy3VhiqQrXTUb-FewYkGd3_WQlWboFQKdOIgyQpieVJgLUm0s25WIAreScOTUob7YI7xK4z6L3_5pi2-N67n9l0sThU/s4032/1880%20cover%20page.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="263" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4W_yuAE0gERDTAJtmQE5Ra-WzGiOAkgrYEmwcU8NOETHIJrkUGkzpJ4eEoPPmqqTNvhAU5Ix7ogD9Zp0x7BkLLK-4kOwmvDxFiy3VhiqQrXTUb-FewYkGd3_WQlWboFQKdOIgyQpieVJgLUm0s25WIAreScOTUob7YI7xK4z6L3_5pi2-N67n9l0sThU/w197-h263/1880%20cover%20page.jpg" width="197" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEwauwarNKn8wVqJkI9hqxhPVfwaHUpaOqbUQJH8vmSsvbVP1GCJcQzX751rOsCrFvopgzQKV1dWZ6yQpgCERFLX3nRybYvWyOsHR0KzVoN5NFIA20aPEe0bB0WYYvh6nijYiEWKFUTSv3cjQQLxW3iZnDg8HVuspZ3U3Z2QmYZod9-f23_xxEYCEDprw/s3182/1880%20named.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="274" data-original-width="3182" height="28" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEwauwarNKn8wVqJkI9hqxhPVfwaHUpaOqbUQJH8vmSsvbVP1GCJcQzX751rOsCrFvopgzQKV1dWZ6yQpgCERFLX3nRybYvWyOsHR0KzVoN5NFIA20aPEe0bB0WYYvh6nijYiEWKFUTSv3cjQQLxW3iZnDg8HVuspZ3U3Z2QmYZod9-f23_xxEYCEDprw/s320/1880%20named.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdrZG32BhSmHIE_tf4KHDcKnu20Rcd-3d_oXeF_KNhjzwqepZpXz_xmTHc1P-BI7zfLtoa5hT0Gvk3kTVEtCexCG_bNLQ1r13FEWNynr6JhVqCl7tvjBMTyQRnGKG9LsEjjHP18drKre6Ny3Jo2jf1vOMvAjbKtc4QGr4Lc5A0JR1oIbmhejLaTA7SxN4/s2074/1880%20first%20page.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1112" data-original-width="2074" height="172" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdrZG32BhSmHIE_tf4KHDcKnu20Rcd-3d_oXeF_KNhjzwqepZpXz_xmTHc1P-BI7zfLtoa5hT0Gvk3kTVEtCexCG_bNLQ1r13FEWNynr6JhVqCl7tvjBMTyQRnGKG9LsEjjHP18drKre6Ny3Jo2jf1vOMvAjbKtc4QGr4Lc5A0JR1oIbmhejLaTA7SxN4/s320/1880%20first%20page.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> <a href="https://www.google.com/books/edition/Reports_of_Cases_Argued_and_Determined_i/L3ctAQAAMAAJ?hl=en&gbpv=1&dq=philip+w.+harner&pg=PA525&printsec=frontcover">The Supreme Court of Appeals in West Virginia</a> is found on Google Books. The link will take you to page 525, roll it back to 523 for the entire appeal. </span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> Over six years of wrangling this issue in two courts, a judge gave the final judgement on December 18, 1880. Philip W. Harner was libel for the total amount of the court costs and the amount of the original note from 1868 plus the interest. During the Supreme Court of Appeals, Price presented his version of the day he visited with Harner and the day Harner signed the back of the original note. It was a different story than Philip's. The judge ruled in Price's favor and Philip had to pay the entire amount. The other note signee, William Hagans, walked away owing nothing. Had Philip not signed the back of the note on September 27, 1874, he would not have been held liable and William Price would have walked away with nothing.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSSzdJaMS9bTohw52dGbbmMm1wY_8420YoZqKXIypvZDHHjAyBQ11-SufQrDDtXktSLlp-d18fSReQ_3kyf3oHcuTOiRml6i5rU5j_XBSQyTN0ZdSc4QMS-AGlKeyOcKwFzWORTdhgIA57qxhMPDNSiajy6zJWA17bxMdJtrz3RtqdhjP6uSXNnS9Qlu4/s1758/1885%20map%20showing%20Harner%20property's.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1089" data-original-width="1758" height="198" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSSzdJaMS9bTohw52dGbbmMm1wY_8420YoZqKXIypvZDHHjAyBQ11-SufQrDDtXktSLlp-d18fSReQ_3kyf3oHcuTOiRml6i5rU5j_XBSQyTN0ZdSc4QMS-AGlKeyOcKwFzWORTdhgIA57qxhMPDNSiajy6zJWA17bxMdJtrz3RtqdhjP6uSXNnS9Qlu4/s320/1885%20map%20showing%20Harner%20property's.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">1885 Map of Harner Properties</span><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table> I have underlined the properties of the son's of Philip William and Sarah Houston Harner. The one red starred one, W. T. Harner is the 1850 Harner Homestead. The second red star is Rock Forge Cemetery (now Brookhaven Church Cemetery) where Philip and Sarah are buried. Also shown in the area are farms of Charles Addison and William F. Jackson, who both married Harner women. <br /> </b></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> I don't believe I spent anytime at the WVU genealogy floor on campus scrolling through microfilm newspapers looking for Harner articles the last time I was in Morgantown over a decade ago. I do not know if Philip and/or Sarah's obituaries are there. Another reason to go spend a few days there. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8GTmrT491X12FMopwC7NQbmrAORicoPJZaYZhPGXJoK3AXTF3qHhkfpCGIt36ODJQB8NMm73LrqUvXx3Nl-2t5ox9tDF1CoTIhxyDdLuiHFk21XQvFWCuMLK1ZvVA5LCNHuVQw694SzdHCn5oPjGQ7Rsxxvl2SYBHgtDVWCe3jSfVMEi_gCp6Is8Ww7s/s768/15399262_115586761385.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="768" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8GTmrT491X12FMopwC7NQbmrAORicoPJZaYZhPGXJoK3AXTF3qHhkfpCGIt36ODJQB8NMm73LrqUvXx3Nl-2t5ox9tDF1CoTIhxyDdLuiHFk21XQvFWCuMLK1ZvVA5LCNHuVQw694SzdHCn5oPjGQ7Rsxxvl2SYBHgtDVWCe3jSfVMEi_gCp6Is8Ww7s/s320/15399262_115586761385.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk3QN_A5TY18u7VlzqHf_0y9TBeJh2ZO1sGDDZIAv5iktmDDi5LdLCw7nMHqDjYprsVlQGuBSJ5F7HmCF-mhSkvvwq7dusljIOrw5hh9krVTBzo-8ePW6DUEQcLBgXXVvnZtOKEPhJVzQOBwXbs-8w4osTkTIv_BtCQrRT6I7-RFHjokWFSpiUW8CJ1iU/s320/Harner,%20Sarah%20and%20Phillip%20actual%20tombstones2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="112" data-original-width="320" height="112" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk3QN_A5TY18u7VlzqHf_0y9TBeJh2ZO1sGDDZIAv5iktmDDi5LdLCw7nMHqDjYprsVlQGuBSJ5F7HmCF-mhSkvvwq7dusljIOrw5hh9krVTBzo-8ePW6DUEQcLBgXXVvnZtOKEPhJVzQOBwXbs-8w4osTkTIv_BtCQrRT6I7-RFHjokWFSpiUW8CJ1iU/s1600/Harner,%20Sarah%20and%20Phillip%20actual%20tombstones2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b> The <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2009/07/carnival-of-graveyard-rabbits-favorite.html">Harner's</a> have a sizable, enclosed plot, in Brookhaven Church Cemetery (known at the time of their death as Rock Forge Cemetery). Their actual burial places are marked with the small upright stones very simply engraved with the initials, SH and PWH. The larger impressive stone may have been erected at a later date by descendants.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b> </b><b>The land for the church was purchased from Philip William Harner and his wife in 1854 by a Methodist congregation. At that time it was known as Rock Forge Church located in the Rock Forge community. The Harner's were members of this church community. </b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibPJ_PD-a5MsEtESD4LMoFaqENfPrCWLUjmoCYa2B837D7aDe6-DDO5EpuomyXjs1e_Qa9ASL_1DtbsrfijuB7MRTyq9qC1HCgEzHN855DJ_JqyFyapWLkZ0jhr_PHJ7h6Dk8cnLcoCnLJTuu1Te4XGuI2YYyV8v3Nkomun0cLZERsF0p76Zfp8RAlhVw/s1229/1885%20Phillip%20W%20Harner%20tombstone1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1229" data-original-width="564" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibPJ_PD-a5MsEtESD4LMoFaqENfPrCWLUjmoCYa2B837D7aDe6-DDO5EpuomyXjs1e_Qa9ASL_1DtbsrfijuB7MRTyq9qC1HCgEzHN855DJ_JqyFyapWLkZ0jhr_PHJ7h6Dk8cnLcoCnLJTuu1Te4XGuI2YYyV8v3Nkomun0cLZERsF0p76Zfp8RAlhVw/s320/1885%20Phillip%20W%20Harner%20tombstone1.jpg" width="147" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8xrwHTtypwBLlaiwlbFg9S05ZYmIQb2xbXeGi1Ih81xW0txvvdW1hsbj3neIsvbE8IIFMaYsZfVB0Yehe8XfIp587OIoZa5GDan3Oh9a56zO3uz-V6v5MPJyObyFjNRmm6cuJKOvevFez9hyswcIfjqgSF7qeTgUXG4eUHPxpNfwMl6Lyff1Lydgw3Dc/s291/1885%20Phillip%20W%20Harner%20tombstone1%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="291" data-original-width="224" height="291" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8xrwHTtypwBLlaiwlbFg9S05ZYmIQb2xbXeGi1Ih81xW0txvvdW1hsbj3neIsvbE8IIFMaYsZfVB0Yehe8XfIp587OIoZa5GDan3Oh9a56zO3uz-V6v5MPJyObyFjNRmm6cuJKOvevFez9hyswcIfjqgSF7qeTgUXG4eUHPxpNfwMl6Lyff1Lydgw3Dc/s1600/1885%20Phillip%20W%20Harner%20tombstone1%20cropped.jpg" width="224" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Phillip W. Harner<br />Born<br />Feb 14, 1809<br />Died<br />Nov. 15, 1885</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><u><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Death Record from <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Monongalia County</st1:city>, <st1:state w:st="on">West
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Harner, Philip W., white
male, no death date, died Morgan District of Paralysis, age 76 years. Son, William J. Harner, informant.</b></span><o:p></o:p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> </b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">Philip William Harner died on November 15, 1885 age seventy-six from the diagnosis of paralysis. He probably died at his home, Morgan District, Monongalia County, West Virginia. </b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Philip signed his <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2023/10/philip-william-harner-will.html">Last Will and Testament</a> on August 26, 1883. The executors named were sons, Joseph L. Harner and William T. Harner. His wife received the proceeds from the estate. At her death there was a financial amount to his daughters and land divided equally among the children. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> The <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2023/10/philip-william-harner-record-of.html">bonds of the executors</a> and signees of the will were filed on January 4, 1886.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLGEpuswHB2IH2ghyphenhyphen_nChpF8oex54Y9u78mwbUx2ARLLreqgI-RK0IsZ7W6EAKldtO4hmSJ3aryC4nMu8HFtJEyEoa_T4k6AUUY61rYClHX02XLcxkaWZznX-exvzNaKj9A9VogHTEHrF634wPVqBgFlzZzr1g1TwZMnwMJaw6523sadNFBxD3H7xR0W4/s1082/1900%20Sarah%20Fearer%20Harner%20tombstone.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1082" data-original-width="587" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLGEpuswHB2IH2ghyphenhyphen_nChpF8oex54Y9u78mwbUx2ARLLreqgI-RK0IsZ7W6EAKldtO4hmSJ3aryC4nMu8HFtJEyEoa_T4k6AUUY61rYClHX02XLcxkaWZznX-exvzNaKj9A9VogHTEHrF634wPVqBgFlzZzr1g1TwZMnwMJaw6523sadNFBxD3H7xR0W4/s320/1900%20Sarah%20Fearer%20Harner%20tombstone.jpg" width="174" /></a></span></div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC3_R6KZFbwvQ-v_N3TZpkrQeAFJiFVOO4JE_EaZGtz4OJaK9cqoPVasH6hL77Po3t3sZqvu5GE1n30pM2ufPOzHE2oQkvo4mVt8x0dWeNc64QYsHUO9QSwt5ogCr5r_otyoabiWguOQDZjV_a2IYe7qGCWtuBh9Z-hN-ky-IKy33bOzF1kUDsWAKnnFM/s335/1900%20Sarah%20Fearer%20Harner%20tombstone%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="335" data-original-width="245" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC3_R6KZFbwvQ-v_N3TZpkrQeAFJiFVOO4JE_EaZGtz4OJaK9cqoPVasH6hL77Po3t3sZqvu5GE1n30pM2ufPOzHE2oQkvo4mVt8x0dWeNc64QYsHUO9QSwt5ogCr5r_otyoabiWguOQDZjV_a2IYe7qGCWtuBh9Z-hN-ky-IKy33bOzF1kUDsWAKnnFM/s320/1900%20Sarah%20Fearer%20Harner%20tombstone%20cropped.jpg" width="234" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sarah Harner<br />Born<br />May 20, 1816<br />Died<br />Jan 21, 1900</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Sarah Fearer Harner died on January 21, 1900 at age eighty-three in Monongalia County, West Virginia. To date, I have not found a death record for Sarah. </b></span> </p><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>She did have a <a href="https://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2023/10/sarah-fearer-harner-will.html">Last Will and Testament</a> signed with her mark on May 9, 1895 in Monongalia County, West Virginia. She divided up her personal property among her sons and one daughter, Susan Harner Fleming. Once her debts were paid the remainder of her bonds and money she willed five dollars to each of her married daughters; however, Susan Harner Fleming along with her sons equally divided the residue of what remained after her daughters were paid. This makes me believe that Susan Harner Fleming probably housed and took care of her mother following the death of Philip W. Harner. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><u>Addendum</u></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> </b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnH4YPeAyC_DtLduPS9K34Zi48m2YktgX7OzW8oJbqiymTWTDRr3yZqlbMVHuKaSiSNRSTwCfJmkT5oLGH6iXshBumYs8iSneMV26cegog1Xr7B2KYqCsufVr591eiiQRwhKj55Kr72IWn2t6Yb7snJsGL5urjJx7t8GIon-tiNJcHbxV0jA2YhmS-eIE/s3288/IMG_7257%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2443" data-original-width="3288" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnH4YPeAyC_DtLduPS9K34Zi48m2YktgX7OzW8oJbqiymTWTDRr3yZqlbMVHuKaSiSNRSTwCfJmkT5oLGH6iXshBumYs8iSneMV26cegog1Xr7B2KYqCsufVr591eiiQRwhKj55Kr72IWn2t6Yb7snJsGL5urjJx7t8GIon-tiNJcHbxV0jA2YhmS-eIE/s320/IMG_7257%20(1).jpg" width="320" /></a></b></span></div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> </b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">I did see a small reference on page 648 of the Samuel T. Wiley book, <i>History of Monongalia County, West Virginia,</i> 1883. In the chapter regarding the Morgan District, the author writes about the early Native American occupation of land near Decker Creek. He uses the current day (1883) location of Philip William Harner's home as the possible location of the destruction of the Decker Creek Colony.</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>************************</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>There is room for more research here and as it becomes available, I will update the blog. My huge file of Harner research was woefully disorganized until I began this blog. My thanks to all distant cousins who added their knowledge and scanned copies of documents.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> I have seen what appears to be a tintype of Philip William Harner and Sarah Fearer Harner on Ancestry. I hope to connect with the genealogist who posted it to verify. I love to have a face to connect to a blog. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"> </p><blockquote><span style="color: black;">I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU. All comments are welcome; however, if they are inappropriate, they will not be published. </span> <span style="color: black;">
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F610364, Sheet: 59, Disk Number: 06647, Page 2176-2177<o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> </b></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><u><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Death Record from <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Monongalia County</st1:city>, <st1:state w:st="on">West
Virginia</st1:state></st1:place><o:p></o:p></b></span></u></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Harner, Philip W., white
male, no death date, died Morgan District of Paralysis, age 76 years. Son, William J. Harner, informant.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> </b></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><u><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Will of Philip W.
Harner, <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Monongalia County</st1:city>, <st1:state w:st="on">West Virginia</st1:state></st1:place>, page 295<o:p></o:p></b></span></u></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Philip W. Harner, being of sound mind and disposing
memory do make this my last will thereby revoking any and all wills by me at any
time heretofore make. </b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><o:p> </o:p><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">1</span><sup style="text-indent: 0.5in;">st</sup><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
it is my will that as soon after my death as it may be practicable that my
executors hereinafter named do pay all my just debts, funeral expenses and
charges of administration and residue of my estate I devise shall be distributed
as follows.</span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><o:p> </o:p>2<sup>nd</sup> should my beloved wife survive me I devise
that the interest of my estate with proceeds of my real estate I may have at my decease, which I wish
sold be paid to my wife during her natural life, and at her death that my
executors pay to Matilda J. Addison the sum of five hundred dollars, to Susan
Fleming the sum of Eight hundred dollars, to Sarah J. Pool the sum of five
hundred dollars, to Elizabeth Jackson the sum of five hundred dollars and to my
granddaughter Sarah A. Pool the sum of fifty dollars and the residue of my
estate, I desire to be equally divided between my nine children to wit: Joseph L. Harner, Matilda J. Addison, George
W. Harner, Susan Fleming, Philip F. Harner, Sarah J. Pool, William F. Harner,
Henry J. Harner and Elizabeth Jackson.</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><o:p> </o:p>3<sup>rd</sup> I desire that my executors sell at public
or private sale any real estate I may own at the time of my decease and
distribute it (that is the net proceeds of such sale) in the same manner as the
personal estate.</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><o:p> </o:p>4<sup>th</sup> I have heretofore given to my five sons to
wit Joseph L. Harner, George W. Harner, Philip F. Harner, William T. Harner and
Henry J. Harner the sum of one thousand dollars each in the sale and conveyance
of the tracts of land they respectively own and they are each here charged with
the said sum of one thousand dollars, and they are not to receive anything
further from my estate until the several legacies herein set forth shall have
been paid to my daughters and granddaughter as aforesaid and then the residue
is to be equally divided between all my children after the death of my wife.</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><o:p> </o:p>And lastly I do hereby constitute and appoint my two sons
Joseph L. Harner, and William T. Harner my executors with full power to sell my
real estate I may die seized of and convey and real estate I may have sold and
not conveyed in my lifetime.</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><o:p> </o:p>August 26, 1883</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p>
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> P. W. Harner (seal)</b></span></p><p><br /></p><blockquote><span style="color: black;">I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU. All comments are welcome; however, if they are inappropriate, they will not be published. </span> <span style="color: black;">
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</div>Linda Hughes Hiserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05774876428039197357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559842070525209896.post-61527654455382849362023-10-17T07:13:00.001-04:002023-10-26T11:27:59.868-04:00Sarah Fearer Harner Will<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzye8rUhT2i4wA8_dy0mYuACNX3KSK7ycU_trT4Jz4MXf98_UoOWefYahnF8tzwFh9tlPi7vUuCef4GN2oicFs4Md2t24qy-22W-coydyO-0TICjujVDnmQSTHBSSqdxIKBpuRdmiOBS-dlfmYdpl7sV4kO6PGvVGjTiGNbaQcVxaTbIikX9Lkw24DR2s/s1993/1895%20will%20Sarah%20Harner%20cropped.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1993" data-original-width="1871" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzye8rUhT2i4wA8_dy0mYuACNX3KSK7ycU_trT4Jz4MXf98_UoOWefYahnF8tzwFh9tlPi7vUuCef4GN2oicFs4Md2t24qy-22W-coydyO-0TICjujVDnmQSTHBSSqdxIKBpuRdmiOBS-dlfmYdpl7sV4kO6PGvVGjTiGNbaQcVxaTbIikX9Lkw24DR2s/s320/1895%20will%20Sarah%20Harner%20cropped.jpg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sarah Harner's Will<br />Monongalia County, West Virginia Will Book<br />page 191<br />May 9, 1895<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">WILL OF</b></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>SARAH FEARER HARNER<o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Copied from LDS<o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Batch: F610364, Sheet: 59, Disk Number: 06647, Page
2178-1279<o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> </b></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><u><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Will of Sarah Harner,
Monongalia County, West Virginia Will Records, page 191<o:p></o:p></b></span></u></p><p class="MsoNormal"><u><o:p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> </b></span></o:p></u></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> I Sarah Harner, of <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Morgan</st1:placename> <st1:placename w:st="on">District</st1:placename></st1:place>,
in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Monongalia County</st1:city>, <st1:state w:st="on">West Virginia</st1:state></st1:place> do make and publish this my
last will and testament as follows.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><o:p> </o:p>1<sup>st</sup> I will to my
son Joseph Harner the bureau which is in the parlor.</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>2<sup>nd</sup> I will to my
son George Harner, one bed, bed stead and bedding.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>3<sup>rd</sup> I will to my
daughter Susan Fleming the bed I am now on including bed stead and bedding that stand now in this room and
all my wearing apparel.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>4<sup>th</sup> I will to my
son William Harner the bureau or secretary in the room I am now in and a set of chairs.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>5<sup>th</sup> I will to my
son P. Fairchild Harner a bed and bed stead and bedding which is upstairs and one cow.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>6<sup>th</sup> I will to my
son James Harner the large table now in the room I now occupy and the set of green chairs.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>7<sup>th</sup> All other
personal property owned by me I will to my five sons Joseph, George, William, P. Fairchild and James and my
daughter Susan, to be divided by them equally.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>8<sup>th</sup> As to what
money notes or bonds etc. I have, I desire that first my just debts and funeral
expenses shall be paid therefrom and then I will that there shall be paid to my
daughters Matilda Addison, Sarah Pool and Elizabeth Jackson each the sum of
five dollars, and then the residue thereof shall be divided equally between my
five sons Joseph, George, William, Fairchild and James and my daughter Susan
Fleming.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><o:p> </o:p>Witness my signature and
seal this 9<sup>th</sup> day of May 1895</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p>
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Sarah (her X mark)
Harner (seal)<o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Witnesses</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Joseph Moreland</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>J. U. Beall</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>W. O. Murphy</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> </b></span></p><blockquote><span style="color: black;">I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU. All comments are welcome; however, if they are inappropriate, they will not be published. </span> <span style="color: black;">
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</div>Linda Hughes Hiserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05774876428039197357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559842070525209896.post-33284383623561978222023-10-08T08:20:00.002-04:002023-10-09T15:16:02.421-04:00Joseph Davidson Hill and Sarah Houston Hill--Morgantown, West Virginia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsS7y4mYVjpn0uDH7_bfiyXdrjNnBKLYFTJAL5lZ9q7OzQ4TNEXLCQXA4xXpQReCGVr8tnSLhFL7bNH-a_veJkZAFiXx7YlnUKZOgbTLtCbeX0aZJ0GeY2q_0TyiigP4ND1Oc-7tL1fWbTLJYDec7b0eCy8cR_3xZMhW7VEN9r721pIX2FYlpiYs6D/s798/Hill%20Graphic.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="746" data-original-width="798" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsS7y4mYVjpn0uDH7_bfiyXdrjNnBKLYFTJAL5lZ9q7OzQ4TNEXLCQXA4xXpQReCGVr8tnSLhFL7bNH-a_veJkZAFiXx7YlnUKZOgbTLtCbeX0aZJ0GeY2q_0TyiigP4ND1Oc-7tL1fWbTLJYDec7b0eCy8cR_3xZMhW7VEN9r721pIX2FYlpiYs6D/w214-h200/Hill%20Graphic.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>My paternal great great great grandparents union was a marriage of two of Monongalia County, (West) Virginia pioneer family's--The Houston Family and the Hill Family. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Joseph Davidson Hill, the son of <a href="http://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2022/09/robert-hill-tombstone-tuesday.html">Robert Hill</a> and <a href="http://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2010/04/tombstone-tuesday-rebecca-caldwell-hill.html">Rebecca Caldwell Hill</a> was born on September 4, 1793 in Monongalia County, (West) Virginia. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Sarah Houston, daughter of <a href="http://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2009/06/carnival-of-genealogy-75th.html">Purnell Houston</a> and <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/10842944/mary-houston">Mary Tomlinson Houston</a> was born on January 28, 1791 in Delaware. There has been a question as to Mary's maiden name. There is a will of Cary Tomlinson dated November 18, 1790 in Delaware willing half of his estate to Mary Houston, wife of Purnell Houston. There are documents listing Carey as her maiden name and others listing Tomlinson. </b></span></p><p> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> As I mentioned both families were early settlers in Monongalia County, specifically in the Morgantown area. Robert Hill had 400 acres north of the town given to him for his service in the American Revolution. If the birth records for Robert and Rebecca's children are accurate, they were living in Monongalia County by 1784-1785. </b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Although Purnell also served in the Revolution, he did not receive any land for his service. He was a saddler by trade. Mary Tomlinson Houston, wife of Purnell, was bequeathed money from her brother's will dated 1795 and rather than a monthly sum, the Houston's decided to take a lump sum for land in Monongalia County. The Houston's were living in Monongalia County by 1786.</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Joseph and Sarah grew up in a wilderness that was slowly being cleared. Log cabins were built, land was cleared for farms, dirt roads connected farms to the growing town of Morgantown, churches were built. Joseph lived on his father's farm of 400 acres. He and his brothers would have been involved with farming and raising animals. Sarah's father was a saddler. There was probably a garden to supply vegetables and perhaps a few farm animals. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZl38F9xeKJWC3pLt9_5NqLQpCM_3AzPk2VS16qofVcmYL1dgVhv3P_LfWhRkrEo5bdsOhlEI7uLeyfqxq9gZJ7dj1fduNLfnPhwVp0omVshhM6C41VX7Qntawb6m3vLgl4x1IQoJo-yn48h75-akESmWMxLoVJbfagAWfBxmppown_ETECDv2f7G7cz0/s1528/1812%20Hill,%20Joseph%20D%20War%201812.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1020" data-original-width="1528" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZl38F9xeKJWC3pLt9_5NqLQpCM_3AzPk2VS16qofVcmYL1dgVhv3P_LfWhRkrEo5bdsOhlEI7uLeyfqxq9gZJ7dj1fduNLfnPhwVp0omVshhM6C41VX7Qntawb6m3vLgl4x1IQoJo-yn48h75-akESmWMxLoVJbfagAWfBxmppown_ETECDv2f7G7cz0/s320/1812%20Hill,%20Joseph%20D%20War%201812.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> </span><b>At age nineteen, Joseph mustered in as a private, Captain Samuel G Wilson's Company, Virginia Militia serving in the War of 1812. He served eight months mustering out on April 5, 1913. The record shows he received two 80 acre parcels of land for his service. He petitioned for the first parcel on February 17, 1851 and the second on March 18, 1855. The petitions were granted. </b></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkXXNhO9NdauJooEs5jpKvptPEpwblEDCzEciBfFwW5av9ggS82rK1XbYcj0-rt3SxHf1tYhlhJEHpMXdX3sEhfLELI1yuXICajD-m3Rz3Xvs0FR7zvppMamme30h-MalUjEiBGKkIgyqGkvU0cL1UXO5LxiGfX7dYFaoiaP8h8ye_cv2u0vVuIwgWrxI/s1233/1814%20Hill%20and%20HoustonMarriage%20document.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1233" data-original-width="1214" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkXXNhO9NdauJooEs5jpKvptPEpwblEDCzEciBfFwW5av9ggS82rK1XbYcj0-rt3SxHf1tYhlhJEHpMXdX3sEhfLELI1yuXICajD-m3Rz3Xvs0FR7zvppMamme30h-MalUjEiBGKkIgyqGkvU0cL1UXO5LxiGfX7dYFaoiaP8h8ye_cv2u0vVuIwgWrxI/s320/1814%20Hill%20and%20HoustonMarriage%20document.jpg" width="315" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> <b>On September 22, 1814, Twenty-one year old Joseph Davidson Hill married twenty-three year old Sarah Houston in Monongalia County, (West) Virginia. The Reverend Joseph A. Shackelford performed the ceremony.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> The newly weds probably set up their new life on a piece of Robert Hill's (Joseph's father) land. A log cabin was built, land was cleared and Joseph began to farm. Reference was made to the log cabin house on Stewart Street in my paternal great grandmother's obituary.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmc6fwF6tWg4xtw6K4TkQwVJ5xaocqVwkWKjlT_MTMiAwV6cYX9HzsWTuZNYuWTKC1BUuKeernfFxSKAUo-_M7MZeNwR4GYhPXoZks404rv2bXJtFgIvJIJWijgaSHrIatn4YT6vhwvPXk0HpnHfR19xYl3qjT3QXoq_RNLQGx60vgHTG_A60LiB9RBgM/s3074/1815%20issue%20with%20horse%20transfer.jpg"><img border="0" data-original-height="1064" data-original-width="3074" height="125" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmc6fwF6tWg4xtw6K4TkQwVJ5xaocqVwkWKjlT_MTMiAwV6cYX9HzsWTuZNYuWTKC1BUuKeernfFxSKAUo-_M7MZeNwR4GYhPXoZks404rv2bXJtFgIvJIJWijgaSHrIatn4YT6vhwvPXk0HpnHfR19xYl3qjT3QXoq_RNLQGx60vgHTG_A60LiB9RBgM/w361-h125/1815%20issue%20with%20horse%20transfer.jpg" width="361" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> </span><b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">On June 20, 1816, Joseph D. Hill was in a dispute with James Tibbs over the exchange of horses. Joseph did call his father, Robert Hill and brother, john Hill to court in his defense. He lost this dispute in court in the May 1817 Term and had to pay Tibbs $80.00. </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Zinn, </span></b></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><b>Melba Pender. <u><st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Monongalia</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">County</st1:placetype></st1:place>, (West) <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:state w:st="on">Virginia</st1:state></st1:place>, Records of the District, <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Superior</st1:city></st1:place>, and County
Courts, Volume
10: 1815-1819</u>,Heritage Books, 2000, page 103.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiggnSTlYr7r3A5XpexPwcXrxApX52cZ9bblqNhaRdaPPFe-tFyyU0oLOjDXRRAXs0ne0cNFrWSiZYfvlH7b9B-GcGvoaiffRmgJMEUqFLToYXeZhlqgbTNNfcKXOYaawAd0KQ9MdIvjXwtCIN728mRuKDU0oAfUMTMF8Sjt4AyD62wqoyDEsbGpSh-xAU/s3271/1816%203%20acres%20of%20land.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="759" data-original-width="3271" height="82" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiggnSTlYr7r3A5XpexPwcXrxApX52cZ9bblqNhaRdaPPFe-tFyyU0oLOjDXRRAXs0ne0cNFrWSiZYfvlH7b9B-GcGvoaiffRmgJMEUqFLToYXeZhlqgbTNNfcKXOYaawAd0KQ9MdIvjXwtCIN728mRuKDU0oAfUMTMF8Sjt4AyD62wqoyDEsbGpSh-xAU/w355-h82/1816%203%20acres%20of%20land.jpg" width="355" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"> <b> In August 1816 Joseph D. Hill purchased three acres from John and Elizabeth Cooper. </b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><b><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Zinn, </span></b></span><span style="color: black; font-family: trebuchet;"><b>Melba Pender. <u><st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Monongalia</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">County</st1:placetype></st1:place>, (West) <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:state w:st="on">Virginia</st1:state></st1:place>, Records of the District, <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Superior</st1:city></st1:place>, and County Courts, Volume 10: 1815-1819</u>,Heritage Books, 2000, page 75.</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p></span></div><span><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEithWPOipY7ry9X_RoxRs6VXjdHEb9xy4Fg-x_cotQAoH_MVj2ns5fyvAlrckiG5rQGyAF6To0_7TmLTAY06J7KMMPPNgFHRLTSaXKmkniZgYLbd4borreNF9lQKuFqNl-G7owPZeDT9aeRNOFdO3LNKgd4bLbjYZa_YIfCgUqsCVVt509JY36sAwjoN2k/s3056/1820%20census%20marked%20and%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="569" data-original-width="3056" height="70" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEithWPOipY7ry9X_RoxRs6VXjdHEb9xy4Fg-x_cotQAoH_MVj2ns5fyvAlrckiG5rQGyAF6To0_7TmLTAY06J7KMMPPNgFHRLTSaXKmkniZgYLbd4borreNF9lQKuFqNl-G7owPZeDT9aeRNOFdO3LNKgd4bLbjYZa_YIfCgUqsCVVt509JY36sAwjoN2k/w373-h70/1820%20census%20marked%20and%20cropped.jpg" width="373" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">1820 Virginia Census<br />Eastern Division, Monongalia County<br />August 7, 1820</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> <u>Joseph Hill</u></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> 2 males to age 10 Purnell Hill and George Washington Hill</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> 1 male 26-45 Joseph Davidson Hill</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> 1 female to age 10 Elizabeth Hill</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> 1 female 16-26</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> 1 female 26 to 45 Sarah Houston Hill</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> 1 person engaged in agriculture</span></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVhsrQ5Td2emrq-So_R7NE7G6Xwi-CkdfahFmZL4bWRGvyvlQ5HW2S8Ec9tA0gcxmlJlRECKlMJt5VdaaoD9SfxPFyHOsHnpTs_mBEUu7sfoi6goxsM9usLtnErZ5ThY1-rj8R8T_7ACQSwUWyhtuTOst-_fecJEy0aRw5JZVbZMQQRWT5WYJDBPHy_7c/s3005/1830%20page%201%20marked.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2717" data-original-width="3005" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVhsrQ5Td2emrq-So_R7NE7G6Xwi-CkdfahFmZL4bWRGvyvlQ5HW2S8Ec9tA0gcxmlJlRECKlMJt5VdaaoD9SfxPFyHOsHnpTs_mBEUu7sfoi6goxsM9usLtnErZ5ThY1-rj8R8T_7ACQSwUWyhtuTOst-_fecJEy0aRw5JZVbZMQQRWT5WYJDBPHy_7c/s320/1830%20page%201%20marked.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">1830 Virginia Census<br />Eastern District, Monongalia County</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><u>Joseph D. Hill</u></span></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> 1 male under age 5 Joseph Liston Hill</span></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> 1 male age 5 to 10 Alexander Carey Hill</span></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> 2 males age 10-15 Purnell Hill and George Washington Hill</span></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> 1 male age 30-40 Joseph Davidson Hill</span></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> 1 female age 5-10 Sophia Hill</span></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> 1 female age 10-15 Elizabeth Hill</span></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> 1 female age 30-40 Sarah Houston Hill</span></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> 1 slave age 36-54</span></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> In early 1830, Purnell Houston, father of Sarah Houston Hill moved into the Hill home. According to a court document dated January 6, 1846, Joseph Davidson Hill described his father-in-law's condition before his death. </span></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"<span style="text-align: center;">Houston was much disturbed, being then old, infirm and afflicted with the palsy,"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"that he had been for several years before almost helpless, without any estate real or personal, and at the time of his death, his property was insufficient to defray the expenses of his burial; that your petitioner being the son-in-law of said Houston, was induced by his relationship, to take him home, there to live;"</span></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> </b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">While Purnell Houston was living in Joseph Davidson's home, a district attorney, W. G. Singleton, came to the house to allege that Purnell had not served in the American Revolution a sufficient amount of time to warrant his receiving a pension. Purnell owed $93.25. Not having the funds to repay his debt, he </b><b>implored</b><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> his son-in-law, Joseph Davidson Hill, to sign a surety note. The note was signed on November 1, 1834 and payable on May 1, 1835. Purnell Houston died on March 9, 1835 before the note was due. A law suit was initiated against Joseph on September 11, 1838 for payment of the debt. This began a series of court pleas and appearances for the next fourteen years.</b></span></div></div></span><div><span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> While dealing with this legal intrusion into their lives, the Hill's continued to farm and raise their family. It was during this decade that my paternal great great grandmother, <a href="http://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2010/03/91st-cog-tribute-to-women-mary-louise.html">Mary Louise Hill</a>, was born in Monongalia County, (West) Virginia on November 21, 1832.</b></span></span></div><div><span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Although the two newspaper accounts confuse me, Mary's obituary mentions that she, "....was born and reared in the home where her death occurred." Mentioned was that the home was on the Stewart Street. My confusion is that the VanGilder home burned to the ground in 1902. From a newspaper article, "This property was owned years ago by the Hill family, among the pioneer settlers of this section. The house was a primitive log structure until ten or twelve yeas ago when Mr. VanGilder had the front part torn away and replaced by modern frame structure."</b></span></span></div><div><span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Regardless, there must have been some old log cabin homes still in existence outside Morgantown in the early 1900's.</b></span></span></div><div><span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> On December 19, 1839, the Hill's oldest daughter twenty-one year old Elizbeth Hill married nineteen year old John Davidson Robinson in Monongalia County, (West) Virginia. <br /></b></span><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtExrUFJWJYVVY0ti4T6_qgVdfTLSpCTyLq99Lt4QZfj-4iWrLYMMA9tM3FSkcnX00YncCdCYTSt17fEmFWPDh4h2s52N8RH5ebknnMZHK0kGtCKbUF-eT4G-A2QtmNbO-yken-CtUjVDUWlUdKuWu02s0fNKFe_Uaz6lRVjfDlKrmaUv5BOVhUUnMjyc/s3558/1840%20page%201%20marked.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2914" data-original-width="3558" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtExrUFJWJYVVY0ti4T6_qgVdfTLSpCTyLq99Lt4QZfj-4iWrLYMMA9tM3FSkcnX00YncCdCYTSt17fEmFWPDh4h2s52N8RH5ebknnMZHK0kGtCKbUF-eT4G-A2QtmNbO-yken-CtUjVDUWlUdKuWu02s0fNKFe_Uaz6lRVjfDlKrmaUv5BOVhUUnMjyc/s320/1840%20page%201%20marked.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1840 Virginia Census<br />Eastern Monongalia, Monongalia County</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><u>Joseph D. Hill</u></b></span></span></div><div><span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><u><br /></u></b></span></span></div><div><span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> 1 male age 10 through 14 Joseph Liston Hill</b></span></span></div><div><span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> 1 male age 15 through 19 Alexander Carey Hill</b></span></span></div><div><span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> 1 male age 20 through 29 Purnell Hill or George Washington Hill</b></span></span></div><div><span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> 1 male age 40 through 49 Joseph Davidson Hill</b></span></span></div><div><span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> 1 female age 5 through 9 Mary Louise Hill</b></span></span></div><div><span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> 1 female age 15 through 19 Sophia Hill</b></span></span></div><div><span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> 1 female age 40 through 49 Sarah Houston Hill</b></span></span></div><div><span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> 2 persons employed in agriculture<br /></b></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Of interest, Rebecca Hill, Joseph's mother is enumerated directly underneath her son on the 1840 census</b></span>. <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>She has</b></span> <b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">1 male age 20 through 29 enumerated on her census report. Perhaps either Purnell Hill or George Washington Hill, grandsons, were living with Grandmother and wor</b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">king her farm.</b></div><div><span><br /></span><p></p><p> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>In 1843 Purnell Hill married Mary Bush. I have not located a marriage certificate to get the actual date and place; however, their first child was born in Virginia.</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> On September 22, 1845 twenty-one year old Alexander Carey Hill married eighteen year old Mary Lavina Cartwright.</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> <a href="http://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2023/10/1846-text-of-petition-from-joseph-d.html">On January 5, 1846 Joseph Davidson Hill petitioned the United States Congress</a> asking to have the surety he signed in 1834 for the $93. 23 debt of Purnell Houston. Joseph outlines why he signed the surety bond and that Purnell died before the note was due. That Joseph has had numerous indictments filed against him and has been in attendance at court; however, the attorney for the United States asked for a continuance. This has all been at a personal cost of more than the original note and has kept him in suspense as to a resolution for over a decade.</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> </b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">During the 1840's decade, the Joseph and Sarah became grandparents to six Robinson grandchildren and four Hill grandchildren.</b></p><p><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">On February 14, 1850 twenty-three year old Joseph Liston Hill married twenty-four year old Sarah Dorcus Ridgeway in Monongalia County, (West) Virginia.</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqVeXmgLKT9HUQVzw_JVT7uso2yOOHo51Dp_QSe_aLDmLalxzg_bxPbjbje5miZM1tGAsfejo9Q7d7PY-1Yql4TqmSNDRQekufe_BftTIZFO-KrJ3Jt96xVGYsnlJzGmZSkGsnOVkQYXQbU5-f5cxXZBnV5Gqe7WCuMlC0tfaI9hQfVsNiMbqHhbHRaUM/s2874/1850%20West%20Virginia%20Census%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1110" data-original-width="2874" height="124" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqVeXmgLKT9HUQVzw_JVT7uso2yOOHo51Dp_QSe_aLDmLalxzg_bxPbjbje5miZM1tGAsfejo9Q7d7PY-1Yql4TqmSNDRQekufe_BftTIZFO-KrJ3Jt96xVGYsnlJzGmZSkGsnOVkQYXQbU5-f5cxXZBnV5Gqe7WCuMlC0tfaI9hQfVsNiMbqHhbHRaUM/s320/1850%20West%20Virginia%20Census%20cropped.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">1850 Virginia Census<br />The Eastern District # 36<br />Monongalia County<br />September 3, 1850</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Joseph D. Hill, age 56, male, occupation is farming, value of real estate owned $5000, born in Virginia.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Sarah Hill, age 58, female, born in Delaware, she cannot read or write.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Sophia Hill, age 24, female, born in Virginia.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Mary Hill, age 18, female, born in Virginia</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Joseph Caldwell, age 17, male, employed in farming, born in Pennsylvania.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgev0fd1z-Zmc23rKm68EpApbkZs9cH5xTHqzeJFQ7yIhpoJ05NNety-6rBNpcClfKrA3snV6ydzEq-Q5CzCEEoSiH1WScKLIRriehdkYe0attro6AE9PjveTGKIqy371ICbDgIyO9aipq0QR1WzxITWAo2Au4qLMT9rIWEQVKstmT7utzY7eRMNknQoUw/s2946/1850%20oct%2019%201850%20joseph%20petition%20for%20land.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2946" data-original-width="2288" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgev0fd1z-Zmc23rKm68EpApbkZs9cH5xTHqzeJFQ7yIhpoJ05NNety-6rBNpcClfKrA3snV6ydzEq-Q5CzCEEoSiH1WScKLIRriehdkYe0attro6AE9PjveTGKIqy371ICbDgIyO9aipq0QR1WzxITWAo2Au4qLMT9rIWEQVKstmT7utzY7eRMNknQoUw/s320/1850%20oct%2019%201850%20joseph%20petition%20for%20land.jpg" width="249" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Copied from the War of 1812 Pension File<br />Joseph Davidson Hill</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> On October 19, 1850, Joseph D. Hill personally appeared before the Justice of the Peace in Monongalia County to make a declaration to obtain the land warranty due him from his service in the War of 1812. The Act of Congress granted by the United States was passed on September 28, 1850. Joseph did not let any grass grow under his feet in applying for this land warranty.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> There is no date on this document. I'm ballparking it late 1840's to 1850 0r 1851. <a href="http://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2023/10/letter-from-district-attorney-regarding.html">It is from District Attorney George E. Lee to the Honorable Solicitor of the Treasury</a> and regards the court discontinuing the suit against Joseph D. Hill. He goes into detail regarding Purnell Houston's living situation before he died. He questions the actions of former district attorney Singleton who was the original actor in 1834 who told Purnell Houston that he owed pension money back and was present when the surety bond was signed. </b></span></div></div><p></p><p><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> On July 13, 1853, twenty year old Mary Louise Hill married twenty-four year old John Oliphant VanGilder. The wedding was performed by Reverend Benjamin Ison in Monongalia County, (West) Virginia. </b><b style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: red;">(my paternal great grandparents)</span></b></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivxhsjUl6NgM9vkoZiitsm_UGgrLa4pfMUyE6JoEy7JqzzMwCDFB_CgY1n9eJS-X0sRc4eTZN3OO7WLSUb6SU-LzlJhTef3GwIDano2ThffPe0H66k150fZYVMnDHtyXLcFhc0fsXbXGf_Wq46uv_VQ9d9_uNFWyTphkBHhqVwLAANt-h8ERsi3wGmGAQ/s2324/1851%20feb%2017%201851%20land%20warrant%20435.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2324" data-original-width="1094" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivxhsjUl6NgM9vkoZiitsm_UGgrLa4pfMUyE6JoEy7JqzzMwCDFB_CgY1n9eJS-X0sRc4eTZN3OO7WLSUb6SU-LzlJhTef3GwIDano2ThffPe0H66k150fZYVMnDHtyXLcFhc0fsXbXGf_Wq46uv_VQ9d9_uNFWyTphkBHhqVwLAANt-h8ERsi3wGmGAQ/s320/1851%20feb%2017%201851%20land%20warrant%20435.jpg" width="151" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Copied from the War of 1812 Pension File</span><br style="font-family: trebuchet;" /><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Joseph Davidson Hill<br />Volume 45 Page 158</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Land warrant 435 for 80 acres was issued to Joseph D. Hill on February 17, 1851. There is some confusing pencil notations on the paper mentioning Deckers Creek and on Jan 11, 1851 12.33 A. The acreage on 435 is listed on his pension record.</b></span></p><p> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Joseph's persistence finally paid off. On <a href="http://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2023/10/dismissal-of-case-of-debt-against.html">Saturday, April 3, 1852</a> in the District Court of the United States, the law suit regarding the debt of Purnell Houston against Joseph D. Hill was dismissed. Fourteen years of legal wrangling, numerous times in court with no conclusion, numerous witnesses and letters generated and expenses incurred, to finally have the court dismiss the suit. </b></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3UC76Dss5sNo49JvHGYbTVFnwX2XOCWRUiB_qhi6lmzC142nVXU_5IY19Lz-iRq3NCaYvSLioMYNpkGJAKQHX5lN25frlzS_Tj_Xc1BLX5j196TAClsjVrx0i6_ePpe0kfz4BfqJjM_eyKni9MMKWb9xKuXUB5mY1YsASQvtjiP1YJXn8AzxU98GVmdk/s3591/1855%20march%207,%201855%20joseph%20petition%20for%20additional%20land.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3591" data-original-width="2216" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3UC76Dss5sNo49JvHGYbTVFnwX2XOCWRUiB_qhi6lmzC142nVXU_5IY19Lz-iRq3NCaYvSLioMYNpkGJAKQHX5lN25frlzS_Tj_Xc1BLX5j196TAClsjVrx0i6_ePpe0kfz4BfqJjM_eyKni9MMKWb9xKuXUB5mY1YsASQvtjiP1YJXn8AzxU98GVmdk/s320/1855%20march%207,%201855%20joseph%20petition%20for%20additional%20land.jpg" width="197" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Petition for additional land<br />for service in the War of 1812<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></td></tr></tbody></table> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>A second Act of Congress was passed on March 3, 1855 regarding land warrants for military service. Once again, Joseph did not let any grass grow under his feet. On March 7, 1855 he appeared before the Justice of the Peace in Monongalia County, (West) Virginia to apply for any additional bounty land that might be due him for his service in the War of 1812. The petition does list the eighty acres he received from his original petition in 1850. It appears that Joseph sold and transferred that eighty acres.</b></span></div><div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKsVpHVVv1yYs475ZjOlNc12_2k-Z-HMh24tL2Cs0q7MdwArEZjVPlbKadvbroUibytlWVq7D0aFdFG8-iIrd9F-P4lyVIp6BC1VihgEdBzq7nmPUXC0ABnSEnSol64NS6bGk_utQCeYBT7jj64R-SWPuf0qYxNWzglv5r9PAewom5EFuRZVmcZzypGk/s780/1855%20signature%20of%20Joseph%20D.%20Hill.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="142" data-original-width="780" height="58" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKsVpHVVv1yYs475ZjOlNc12_2k-Z-HMh24tL2Cs0q7MdwArEZjVPlbKadvbroUibytlWVq7D0aFdFG8-iIrd9F-P4lyVIp6BC1VihgEdBzq7nmPUXC0ABnSEnSol64NS6bGk_utQCeYBT7jj64R-SWPuf0qYxNWzglv5r9PAewom5EFuRZVmcZzypGk/s320/1855%20signature%20of%20Joseph%20D.%20Hill.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Signature signed on the above petition</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisdkS2N4DtHAN88rWnSNIAt3ZSIVQg7gyqUgIZUpSnRM8ocqt_A7t4P_ujEyeYv0izhlGIRV_KIhtuLTsBHcPKuFtFHGvGL4RwqXY6ZWhhCNpLjREWpe8fqfAlvNn1_s9rOOJ2AsVCPEyhFOiMFYGzkYotzdXZ_oL-BpWp1L1Hmtt_VLXOn898d6jA44Y/s2319/1855%20april%2025%201855%20land%20warrant%2054%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2319" data-original-width="1097" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisdkS2N4DtHAN88rWnSNIAt3ZSIVQg7gyqUgIZUpSnRM8ocqt_A7t4P_ujEyeYv0izhlGIRV_KIhtuLTsBHcPKuFtFHGvGL4RwqXY6ZWhhCNpLjREWpe8fqfAlvNn1_s9rOOJ2AsVCPEyhFOiMFYGzkYotzdXZ_oL-BpWp1L1Hmtt_VLXOn898d6jA44Y/s320/1855%20april%2025%201855%20land%20warrant%2054%20cropped.jpg" width="151" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> On April 25, 1855, Joseph Davidson Hill received 80 acres from his March 7, 1855 petition. It is listed as Warrant #54. </b></span> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNhzO4ova1WN5P6a4Zamd7OBfqzVB0n3ZdaD3HhDyg56mmtzJNES8MOS6TnNaUBM5J9dq4gZaeryQLAIWPIvS5YRjTyGLJIlHneoyG4_zFfmHekUgkF2G4ziCsbFNxUe-li80PeXQRw7m2zAFzejhhEivvuC04ciLRkCa9vazQhZ4QsYVINKDBLY1QTEY/s4883/1859%20death%20record%20Joseph%20DavidsonHill%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="956" data-original-width="4883" height="80" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNhzO4ova1WN5P6a4Zamd7OBfqzVB0n3ZdaD3HhDyg56mmtzJNES8MOS6TnNaUBM5J9dq4gZaeryQLAIWPIvS5YRjTyGLJIlHneoyG4_zFfmHekUgkF2G4ziCsbFNxUe-li80PeXQRw7m2zAFzejhhEivvuC04ciLRkCa9vazQhZ4QsYVINKDBLY1QTEY/w406-h80/1859%20death%20record%20Joseph%20DavidsonHill%20cropped.jpg" width="406" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Register of Deaths<br />Monongalia County, Virginia<br />page 20-21</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>On August 28, 1859, Joseph Davidson Hill died at age sixty-six in the Eastern District of Monongalia County, (West) Virginia. Cause of death is listed as apoplexy. Today that would translate to a stroke. His parents are listed as Robert and R Hill and his birth as in Monongalia County. His occupation, farmer and his wife, Sarah Hill.</b></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhae8KnBem_MyAOCJWZGQz1y6O6z1NdGHvzqLC44Z5scfr7b92vvMTG3wUx0aY_qL6zpA9TDfMj4_XIJDSnZTuPfDLLjpKDZipHjT2aDZHh6GFYYm1dI3_EbZ_SU0O6TYq_sCH3E5BMIrGPUbRSI_KOKzY9mkMdCjdz0j2SNtLQwIm_rqOBa5vpUuLR7aI/s640/Hill,%20Joseph%20tombstone--named.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhae8KnBem_MyAOCJWZGQz1y6O6z1NdGHvzqLC44Z5scfr7b92vvMTG3wUx0aY_qL6zpA9TDfMj4_XIJDSnZTuPfDLLjpKDZipHjT2aDZHh6GFYYm1dI3_EbZ_SU0O6TYq_sCH3E5BMIrGPUbRSI_KOKzY9mkMdCjdz0j2SNtLQwIm_rqOBa5vpUuLR7aI/s320/Hill,%20Joseph%20tombstone--named.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My photograph of the burial marker</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSFPxRf1c4FhR5C7hck4vewdYoy4QvpQwN5yheI5f6kjv5EJu24XlFPShvZRY7v0-wr_K1zICgv1p4w8SLo62FGmB4de2BXS2Ol7iJemu0Osa-d9YpHU83BcLc9pPOGGWRyRsX4ac7IohwC8HRQAvuvgBUXKoNXJoDx9OtsbWLJMMGvHILNklA_Eio5Ho/s300/Hill,%20Joseph%20D.%20tombstone%20dates%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="201" data-original-width="300" height="201" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSFPxRf1c4FhR5C7hck4vewdYoy4QvpQwN5yheI5f6kjv5EJu24XlFPShvZRY7v0-wr_K1zICgv1p4w8SLo62FGmB4de2BXS2Ol7iJemu0Osa-d9YpHU83BcLc9pPOGGWRyRsX4ac7IohwC8HRQAvuvgBUXKoNXJoDx9OtsbWLJMMGvHILNklA_Eio5Ho/s1600/Hill,%20Joseph%20D.%20tombstone%20dates%20cropped.jpg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">DIED<br />August 29 1859<br />Aged 65 yrs<br />11? mos 23 ds</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/10912122/joseph-davidson-hill">Joseph Davidson Hill </a>is buried in Pleasant Hill Cemetery, Morgantown, Monongalia County, West Virginia. He has two different listings on Find A Grave. Back in 1928 the graves of those buried in the Old Hill Family Cemetery, located on the property of Robert Hill were removed to other cemeteries. It was <u>assumed</u> that Joseph Davidson Hill and Sarah Houston Hill were also placed there since both of their parents were reinterred there. Not so. Joseph Davidson Hill and Sarah Houston Hill are buried in Pleasant Hill Cemetery. Whether they were originally buried there or reinterred in 1928 is unknown. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> I made a second trip to that cemetery looking for Joseph's marker. There it was beside hers. His name was weathered off; however, that date of death and his age was not. Joseph and Sarah's married daughter Elizabeth Hill Robinson and many of her family members are buried in Pleasant Hill Cemetery. </b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Pg4vRGJOmKqopYa9nkwJGDpwzJPjMTWITWXqWk7EFfxO2sPUAxb4rMCbSaHUlV_Jevlk1grFw9hfYzbSxo0vsgvgZ6kSYlmGmWhaBPMmd0cwlFcktdkekO1tNG0K61tDeulyt1w-5o3uIapTWMn4fsUbIYWOcNpWsgr7yIyPprckHK4B7NPTYTmojg0/s2673/1859%20Joseph%20D%20Hill%20Monongalia%20County%20Will%20book%20vol%20002%201856%201872%20first%20page%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2673" data-original-width="1873" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Pg4vRGJOmKqopYa9nkwJGDpwzJPjMTWITWXqWk7EFfxO2sPUAxb4rMCbSaHUlV_Jevlk1grFw9hfYzbSxo0vsgvgZ6kSYlmGmWhaBPMmd0cwlFcktdkekO1tNG0K61tDeulyt1w-5o3uIapTWMn4fsUbIYWOcNpWsgr7yIyPprckHK4B7NPTYTmojg0/w321-h459/1859%20Joseph%20D%20Hill%20Monongalia%20County%20Will%20book%20vol%20002%201856%201872%20first%20page%20cropped.jpg" width="321" /></a></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt6Rxbv58b_4OeT6hAQFSlktHYbflpCTPS87kkIF6BaXUc6KEkK01pjX7QGC5vbOnNlnYrDm8N_1n3vcD-H4j01i1b16whZctfJvtLWn4m9bo9T1TuC7zNTHpOj1mEM9FblPUrA5pV6UdCzGVlnJtfDmt_rETTZudKXbAhTK-EhZrCJ_8AHlGFJfdkryI/s1900/1859%20Joseph%20D%20Hill%20Monongalia%20County%20Will%20book%20vol%20002%201856%201872%20second%20page%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="507" data-original-width="1900" height="85" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt6Rxbv58b_4OeT6hAQFSlktHYbflpCTPS87kkIF6BaXUc6KEkK01pjX7QGC5vbOnNlnYrDm8N_1n3vcD-H4j01i1b16whZctfJvtLWn4m9bo9T1TuC7zNTHpOj1mEM9FblPUrA5pV6UdCzGVlnJtfDmt_rETTZudKXbAhTK-EhZrCJ_8AHlGFJfdkryI/s320/1859%20Joseph%20D%20Hill%20Monongalia%20County%20Will%20book%20vol%20002%201856%201872%20second%20page%20cropped.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Monongalia County Will Book<br />Volume 2<br />1856-1872</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Joseph Davidson Hill signed his Last Will and Testament on August 3, 1859, several weeks before his death. The will was produced in the Monongalia County Court in the September Term 1859. In the October Term 1859, my paternal great great grandfather and one of the executors, John Oliphant VanGilder was given a grant to obtain letters of testamentary on the will. At that time he took the oath prescribed by law and entered into a bond with a penalty of one thousand dollars conditioned as the bond directs.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>The Will a somewhat abbreviated version.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> The two executors were Joseph Liston Hill, son and John Oliphant VanGilder, son-in-law. </b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>1. That all debts, funeral expenses and administrative expenses of my estate be paid.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>2. Following the payment of all debts that my estate be divided as follows. One third of the estate to my wife, Sarah Hill and the remainder to be divided among my sons and daughters.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>3. Executors were to sell whatever pieces of real estate necessary to pay off debts after first selling off personal estate. The executors were to use their best will and judgement in these matters and if any sales of his lands were made that the executors would deliver all deeds to those who purchased them. </b></span></div><div><br /></div> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Thirteen grandchildren were born in the 1850 decade. Eight to Hill Families, two to the Robinson Family and three to the VanGilder Family.</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFQKRD6Lpf1DlYe3YquMQwWHqRM4nrElrAXFZJO3zTeNK0xtnSTZb8j7C7rDR8vUHVg6X3RbUFu2RtXkkR68OvoDMjqRak-j37ynpfXL8Jr0tl5okcGJ515Hdbsxn6WnhMzkEav6PrNO0s2OEIJ-KiW7AgmRRuSXl0-tdAx-q6ydPrw4ohj8OoTKoSkv4/s4464/1860%20Census%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1568" data-original-width="4464" height="112" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFQKRD6Lpf1DlYe3YquMQwWHqRM4nrElrAXFZJO3zTeNK0xtnSTZb8j7C7rDR8vUHVg6X3RbUFu2RtXkkR68OvoDMjqRak-j37ynpfXL8Jr0tl5okcGJ515Hdbsxn6WnhMzkEav6PrNO0s2OEIJ-KiW7AgmRRuSXl0-tdAx-q6ydPrw4ohj8OoTKoSkv4/s320/1860%20Census%20cropped.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1860 Virginia Census<br />District 3, Monongalia County<br />Stewartstown Post Office<br />September 17, 1860<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></td></tr></tbody></table> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Sarah Hill, age 69, female, value of real estate $3,000, value of personal estate $50, born in Delaware.</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Sophia Hill, age 39, female, born in Virginia.</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Margaret Robinson, age 14, female, born in Virginia, attended school within the year.</b></span></div><div><br /></div><div> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Margaret Robinson is Sarah's grand daughter, daughter of Elizabeth Hill Robinson.<br /></b></span><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> During the 1860 decade 17 grandchildren were added to the Hill Family tree. Ten in the Hill line, two in the Robinson line and five in the VanGilder line.</b></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRlYOdwiekKwO7fi4n1IUddHYW-qZ7niz3Rc1b1IgZUW9XOBNNOw2c6v9YKFB-qbjMDiMP9LsQNsZes_MvOKrHthyRIUvZXVz7O8UhoyT9Cff7Z1ZN8bOKkLYsLCgLuu4MjidJWkh97Xmp2HmJU-aogHAp5kC8AEV9sxB8xeHXfCu8wg5jLhDLwIrzOe8/s2975/1870%20West%20Virginia%20Census%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1100" data-original-width="2975" height="118" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRlYOdwiekKwO7fi4n1IUddHYW-qZ7niz3Rc1b1IgZUW9XOBNNOw2c6v9YKFB-qbjMDiMP9LsQNsZes_MvOKrHthyRIUvZXVz7O8UhoyT9Cff7Z1ZN8bOKkLYsLCgLuu4MjidJWkh97Xmp2HmJU-aogHAp5kC8AEV9sxB8xeHXfCu8wg5jLhDLwIrzOe8/s320/1870%20West%20Virginia%20Census%20cropped.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1870 West Virginia Census<br />Morgan Township, Monongalia County<br />Morgantown Post Office<br />June 27, 1870</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Sarah Hill, age 79, female, white, keeping house, value of real estate $1250, value of personal estate $175, born in Delaware.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Sophia Hill, age 49, female, white, at home, born in West Virginia.</b></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuNxTb875mfnGxgILy2iRI3BbTXt0zpFwmOqZQO1CGCsT8hjjYYROigvFfqwuPorkErUz36nmlrP41P-hFl3gTGNMfsyGlMwVlRlUBfpcNEe4PkVuivYzj4-BH-fzZSdXATKMXmCrARkgrW9U7T6sCrGPqEjbz6HWps7AAPZcT5n39tctqktjcUB_-stw/s4081/1871%20march%2017%201871%20Sarah%20Hill.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4081" data-original-width="2403" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuNxTb875mfnGxgILy2iRI3BbTXt0zpFwmOqZQO1CGCsT8hjjYYROigvFfqwuPorkErUz36nmlrP41P-hFl3gTGNMfsyGlMwVlRlUBfpcNEe4PkVuivYzj4-BH-fzZSdXATKMXmCrARkgrW9U7T6sCrGPqEjbz6HWps7AAPZcT5n39tctqktjcUB_-stw/s320/1871%20march%2017%201871%20Sarah%20Hill.jpg" width="188" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Petition for Pension<br />filed by Sarah Houston Hill<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></td></tr></tbody></table> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Under the Act 1871 passed by the United States Congress on February 14, 1871, widows could apply for half her husband's pay for seven years after his death. Sarah began her petition on March 17, 1871.</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiQEFp6-3wpt1uOXkJxeemg3B01JPllg8YjMOxn3mjiMmxRX4cRYsHjtaaQ43AfH8VaNj-1IDDxESSNPiHERHUsxPZifu5Qg1WYtj2c5xPLhOaZU0wgvwARXnm3Wx-Csr40wb7k8CMPsvRyuVkbnSUen2dIGTZzLatvlrzSQRMhnMIAbnCYdhxVc4TGwg/s1071/1871%20Sarah's%20mark.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="196" data-original-width="1071" height="59" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiQEFp6-3wpt1uOXkJxeemg3B01JPllg8YjMOxn3mjiMmxRX4cRYsHjtaaQ43AfH8VaNj-1IDDxESSNPiHERHUsxPZifu5Qg1WYtj2c5xPLhOaZU0wgvwARXnm3Wx-Csr40wb7k8CMPsvRyuVkbnSUen2dIGTZzLatvlrzSQRMhnMIAbnCYdhxVc4TGwg/s320/1871%20Sarah's%20mark.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2so0WaN9yMzY-8Q1MGqxbysuOvcZorkoeBXqH34_QJFTFpherSns4IPssCd9OG4LpH5-bi6a_afcfP-opOyiSzLZYaX6nBX9zCa7nXFMD2UduTEjHgEZ6EPz-YSg4wZti22xhUWm-UVjs8_6OswZ0DtD3G-rFDP9YabwQA6eSCnOEpDiOmdvgPiqtS-4/s640/Hill,%20Sarah%20Houston%20tombstone--named.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2so0WaN9yMzY-8Q1MGqxbysuOvcZorkoeBXqH34_QJFTFpherSns4IPssCd9OG4LpH5-bi6a_afcfP-opOyiSzLZYaX6nBX9zCa7nXFMD2UduTEjHgEZ6EPz-YSg4wZti22xhUWm-UVjs8_6OswZ0DtD3G-rFDP9YabwQA6eSCnOEpDiOmdvgPiqtS-4/s320/Hill,%20Sarah%20Houston%20tombstone--named.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">SARAH<br />Wife of<br />Joseph D Hill<br />Died<br />March 18 1872<br />Age 81 yrs -----<br />--------</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Sarah Houston Hill died on March 18, 1872 at age eighty one. I have not, to date, found her death record. It is assumed that she died in Monongalia County, West Virginia. She did have family in Missouri. I have checked for a death record there and came up empty handed. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Sarah is buried beside her husband, Joseph Davidson Hill in <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/8408184/sarah-hill">Pleasant Hill Cemetery,</a> Morgantown, Monongalia County, West Virginia. </b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtIZhhMeg2-P-N7lLBg2V-MAiPOmI05iyWtAQXqdgI0RCKFfQtFzwW6-29xRt568ZwEG7lVha7tYoCU8Tj9halqdd0_Gn4OsLdvMFS1HmSqWW2haPx0IqtIpgdTRgXuwPGoVTEXlOqVllCaACLOyy2LUZubRW4Z8CyiySdVtNDDUcVfMO_GEtM6Amaumc/s3672/1872%20Will%20of%20Sarah%20Houston%20Hill.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="379" data-original-width="3672" height="40" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtIZhhMeg2-P-N7lLBg2V-MAiPOmI05iyWtAQXqdgI0RCKFfQtFzwW6-29xRt568ZwEG7lVha7tYoCU8Tj9halqdd0_Gn4OsLdvMFS1HmSqWW2haPx0IqtIpgdTRgXuwPGoVTEXlOqVllCaACLOyy2LUZubRW4Z8CyiySdVtNDDUcVfMO_GEtM6Amaumc/w388-h40/1872%20Will%20of%20Sarah%20Houston%20Hill.jpg" width="388" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>I have a copy of Sarah's will. The copy is illegible. Her will was written, signed and witnessed on July 19, 1867. It was filed on August 3, 1872. The entire estate, after bill were paid, went to her daughter, Sophia Hill. Since the will was written in 1867, I would guess Sarah had become incapacitated and her death seemed imminent. One of the witnesses was her brother, Robert Houston.</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> During the decade of 1870 three VanGilder grandchildren were born, two after Sarah's death. If my numbers are correct, forty-three grandchildren were added to the Hill Family tree.</b></span></p><p><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><u>The Children of Joseph Davidson Hill and Sarah Houston Hill:</u></b></p><p></p><ol style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="font-family: verdana;">Purnell Hill 1815-1893</span></li><li><span style="font-family: verdana;">George Washington Hill 1817- ?</span></li><li><span style="font-family: verdana;">Elizabeth Hill 1818-1892</span></li><li><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="http://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2023/09/sophia-hill-my-paternal-great-great-aunt.html">Sophia Hill</a> 1821-1900</span></li><li><span style="font-family: verdana;">Alexander Carey Hill 1823-1895</span></li><li><span style="font-family: verdana;">Joseph Liston Hill 1826-1896</span></li><li><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="http://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2010/03/91st-cog-tribute-to-women-mary-louise.html">Mary Louise Hill</a> 1832-1908 <span style="color: red;">(my paternal great great grandmother)</span></span></li></ol><p></p><p><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><u>Additional Information from the notes and letters of Carrie Belle Hackney</u> </b></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Carrie was a descendent of Purnell and Mary Tomlinson Houston. She was born in 1863 and lived in Morgantown. She would have been nine when Sarah Houston Hill died. She would have known my paternal great grandparents (John Oliphant and Mary Hill VanGilder) and my paternal grandparents (George Ethelbert and Jessie Pool VanGilder). </b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> In a letter she referred to Sarah Houston Hill as Aunt Sally. </b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> "Sarah (Houston) Hill wove and spun alter linens for the First Presbyterian Church of Morgantown, W.Va. and napkins made of it are still in the family--1935"</b></span></p><p> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> "Joseph D. Hill and Sarah (Houston) Hill are buried in Pleasant Hill Cemetery, Monongalia County, W.Va."</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> "The Robert Hill Records burned, also heirlooms, in the home of Mary Hill VanGilder, but records partly restored by <a href="http://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2023/09/joseph-davidson-hill-and-sarah-houston.html">Joseph D. Hill Bible Records</a>."</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>**************************</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> I hope I have done justice to this accounting of my paternal great great grandparents life. Pouring through the legal documents, pension files and numerous emails sent by other researchers has been tedious. I have numerous distant cousins who have also done research on this line and shared. I thank them all.</b></span></p><blockquote><span style="color: black;">I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU. All comments are welcome; however, if they are inappropriate, they will not be published. </span> <span style="color: black;">
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District of Virginia held at Clarksburg on Saturday the 3d day of April, 1852.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> </b></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>United States Compts.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> </b></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Joseph D. Hill Deft.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> </b></span></o:p></p><p>
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> This suit
being presented for the some cause of action for which a suit was presented on
the Law side of this Court and the District attorney, upon the recommendation
of the Court having dismissed the suit at law:
and the District attorney being also of the opinion that this suit
in ( ) ought not
to be prosecuted further by the government and the Court concurring in opinion
with the District attorney. It is
therefore ordered that this suit be and claim is hereby dismissed. <o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p> </p><blockquote><span style="color: black;">I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU. All comments are welcome; however, if they are inappropriate, they will not be published. </span> <span style="color: black;">
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COURT CASE OF SINGLETON VS JOSEPH D. HILL</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> </b></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Singleton for use of</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>United States<o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> In
debt in the district court of the<o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> vs United
States at Clarksburg, Va<o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> </b></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Joseph D. Hill<o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> </b></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> The suit
was instituted on the 11th of September, 1838.
The proce returned executed
at 1 December of that year, but the declaration was not filed until January
rules 1840. It is an of debt on a sealed instrument
alleged to have been executed by one Purnell Houston in his lifetime and the
defendant, on the 1st of November 1834, payable to W. G. Singleton then
district attorney for the use of the United States on the 1st of May 1835. The obligation on which the action is founded
is alleged to have been destroyed by fire.
At the April term 1840 the defendant appeared and set aside the office
judgment against him by filing a plea of payment and obtained leave to file
further please. Subsequently, he filed
six special pleas in writing and the cause was continued till the April term
1842, when upon the motion of the district attorney, the 2nd, 3d, 4th & 5th
special pleas were rejected by the court and issues were made up upon the 1st
and 6th. It is apparent that there is a
mistake in the numbering of the pleas, and that it was the 1st and not the 2nd
plea that was rejected by the court, because the first pleas as numbered on the
record being debet, is to debt or bond, while the 2nd plea is a
substantial plea of payment. This is immaterial, however, as doubtless the
whole defense rests upon the 6th plea.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><o:p> </o:p>The 6th
plea is in the nature of a plea of asset under a peculiar statute of Virginia
authorizing a defendant in certain cases, to set up by plea in defense of an action on a sealed instrument any matter
of fraud, misrepresentation or deception in the manner by which the instrument
was procured, and which might be cause of action on his part against the party
practicing it for the recovery of damages and authorizes the damages to be
recom against the demand of the plaintiff.</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><o:p> </o:p>It
alleges that the said obligation was obtained by fraud and misrepresentation
practiced upon the said Parnell Houston by the plaintiff Singleton in alleging
to him that he was not entitled to a pension and that unless he would give his
bond for the amount he had received as such, he the plaintiff, would prosecute
him for false swearing, and thereby obtaining the execution of said obligation
by the said Houston as principal and defendant as surety. This plea is sworn to in the usual form. And after the making up of the issue, the
cause appears to have been continued from term to term down to the present time
on the motion of the district attorney.
It does not appear that the cause was ever continued on motion of the
defendant excepting once which was at September term 1841. It appears that a similar suit had been
instituted on this obligation in 1835 which was continued till sometime in 1836
when the Clerk's office of the court having been burnt and with it the papers
in this case, the suit was dismissed and sometime after the present suit was
brought. Houston died insolvent in 1835.</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><o:p> </o:p>The
affidavit submitted tend to support the 6th plea and if the same testimony
should be submitted to the jury on the trial of the cause and should not be
overcome by countervailing testimony on the part of the United States, the
result would probably be a verdict for the defendant upon that plea. Whether such counterocisling testimony can be
had, I am not advised, except it be furnished by the evidence of Mr. Singleton
former district attorney. He has been
summoned as a witness in the cause but has not attended and a subpoena has been
issued for him to the next term of the court.
What his evidence will be, I am not informed, but I am persuaded that in
taking the obligation of those parties, or in his statements, he meditated no
fraud upon them. He may have been
mistaken in his construction of the Act of Congress, and no doubt thought it his
duty to require that the amount which had been received by Houston should be
refunded. But if so, and if Houston were
really entitled to the pension allowed him, the effect of the mistake was upon his rights. It would seem that for a short time before he
marched, Houston who was a saddler, was employed by order of his officer in
repairing the bridles and saddles of the troops, and the doubt arose whether
the time for which he was so employed could be properly rec ed in computing the period of his
service. Yet even if it should be
properly excluded and if therefore by a strict construction Houston were not
entitled to a pension, the time wanting to complete the service being so
short. Houston having died utterly
insolvent, the defendant being a mere surety upon whom the burden must fall,
without meant of indemnity and having already been harassed by a long and
fruitless attendance upon the court for the purpose of getting a trial of the
cause, and in any event compelled to lose all his costs and expenses, I am
inclined to think his application to be released, not unreasonable.</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><o:p> </o:p>It may be
observed that under the circumstances of this case, the feelings of the jury
would doubtless be strongly in favor of the defendant and there may naturally
be expected a readiness to continue the testimony, in the sense most favorable
to the pretensious of the defendant. And
after all should the United States succeed in obtaining a verdict there cannot
be much doubt that congress would upon a petition to that effect, release the
defendant from the judgment and forgive the debt.</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><o:p> </o:p>I think
that it is not improper to add that I have conversed with the deputy marshal of
our court, M.N. Goff, a most respectable gentleman and who formerly resided in
the county of Monongalia and was acquainted with all these parties, upon the
subject of this case. He is strongly of
the opinion that the claim should not be prosecuted and confirms me in the
views and opinion which I have taken up.</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><o:p> </o:p>Upon the
whole case, I am humbly of the opinion that the interest and dignity of the
United States would be duly respected by abandoning this claim and
discontinuing the suit now pending for its recovery.</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> </b></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Which
is respectfully submitted,<o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> </b></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> George
H. Lee<o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> District
Atty.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> </b></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><o:p> </o:p>Hon Solicitor</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>of the Treasury</b></span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"> This letter is not dated; however, I am ballparking it late 1840's or early 1850's<o:p></o:p></p><p>
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</div>Linda Hughes Hiserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05774876428039197357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559842070525209896.post-17560486642169524992023-10-05T08:08:00.000-04:002023-10-05T08:08:50.357-04:001846 Text of a Petition from Joseph D. Hill Regarding Debt of Purnell Houston<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimenjV86I2JRZ4XQi8lpaVYDWruvjYY4PhuImhCj5Mx27-p2U3CRyHGRhoTfVvk_jx9DpId4dGVlj5OcP65i_n73Lh1af17hPql7QN-WTIRAPQtdbCasOyw8EX6jDjjbXwDRWwTZHIF1QkyV4xTA7yQys2Hqy732eF-exhSu_SCx7d-8VBcguv1vzyMmw/s225/images%20(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimenjV86I2JRZ4XQi8lpaVYDWruvjYY4PhuImhCj5Mx27-p2U3CRyHGRhoTfVvk_jx9DpId4dGVlj5OcP65i_n73Lh1af17hPql7QN-WTIRAPQtdbCasOyw8EX6jDjjbXwDRWwTZHIF1QkyV4xTA7yQys2Hqy732eF-exhSu_SCx7d-8VBcguv1vzyMmw/s1600/images%20(1).jpg" width="225" /></a></span></div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <b>TEXT OF A PETITION FROM JOSEPH D. HILL TO THE CONGRESS OF THE UNITED STATES REGARDING A DEBT OF PURNELL HOUSTON'S</b></div></span><p></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>To the Honorable the Senate and House of Representatives of the United States Congress assembled--</b></span></p><p><span style="white-space: normal;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The prayer of your petitioner, Joseph D. Hill, of Monongalia County, Virginia respectfully showeth into your Honorable Body:</b></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="white-space: normal;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> That by virtue of the acts of Congress in relation to Revolutionary Soldiers, a certain Pernel Houston of said County obtained a pension for services rendered during the revolutionary war. The declaration, evidence and papers in relation to said pension will be found of record in the Pension Office at Washington City; that said Houston drew his pension for about three years until he had received something upwards of $90; that in the year 1834 Washington G. Singleton, Esq. Attorney for the U. States, came to the home of your petitioner where said Houston then lived, and after conversing with said Houston as to his services in the revolutionary war, stated to him that he was not entitled to a pension, that a portion of the time embraced within his service was not actual service of the United States, but a month or two between the time of his entering the service and his actually rendezvousing, ought not to be counted, and that he, said Singleton, as attorney for the United States, would be under the necessity of prosecuting him for perjury in U.S. Court, unless he, said Houston, would give his note and security for the sum so received as a pensioner; that said Houston, being ignorant of his rights, begged said Singleton to permit him to go to Morgantown to see Thomas P. Ray (who is now deceased) who had attended to procuring said pension, and consult with him in relation to the same; That said Singleton refused to delay, but urged the giving of said note, or otherwise, he would proceed to prosecute. Said Houston being thus threatened, applied to your petitioner to become his security, and your petitioner being entirely ignorant of the subject, and seeing that said Houston was much disturbed, being then old, infirm and afflicted with the palsy, consented to become his security, and said Houston and your petitioner executed their note to said Singleton for the use of the U.S. for the sum of $93 Dolls, and 25 cents bearing date the 1st of November 1836 and payable some months thereafter.</b></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> That in the month of March, 1835 said Houston departed this life; that he had been for several years before almost helpless, without any estate real or personal, and at the time of his death, his property was insufficient to defray the expenses of his burial; that your petitioner being the son-in-law of said Houston, was induced by his relationship, to take him home, there to live; That your petitioner afterwards discovered it was unjust and improper in said Singleton to require payment of said note and declined paying the same, and thereupon suit was instituted in the year 1835 against your petitioner or the security of said Houston, in the United States Court at Clarksburg, a distance of upwards of 40 miles from the residence of your petitioner, and he employed Edgar C. Wilson of Morgantown, Virginia as his attorney to defend said case, and soon thereafter defense was made and pleas filed setting forth the character of the transaction, and the cause stood ready for hearing, and your petitioner and his witnesses attended, ready for trial, but the case was continued at the instance of the U. States until sometime in the year 1836, when the Clerk's Office of said Court, with all the papers relative to said case, were destroyed by fire, and your petitioner had hoped that no further proceeding would be instituted against him. But in the month of September, in the year of 1838, a new writ was issued against your petitioner, and in the year 1840 the plaintiff filed his declaration, and in consequence of a change in the time of holding said Court, said Wilson was unable to give his personal attention thereto, and your petitioner was under the necessity of employing G. D. Camden, Esq. of Clarksburgh as additional council, and in the same year pleas in defense were again filed similar to those which had been destroyed; and the true nature of the defense is found in the 3r, 6th and fifth pleas, contained on the 6th and 7th pages of the record of said case accompanying this petition, which pleas are duly verified by your petitioner. </b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> That your petitioner has ever been ready for the trial of said cause and has been in attendance at said Court at least some ten or twelve terms since the suit was first instituted, and often with his witnesses, but as often has the cause been continued at the instance of the Attorney for the United States, and never at the instance of your petitioner, which will all appear from said record.</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Your petitioner some two years since had hopes that a trail of said cause might soon be had, but within the last 18 months 20 indictments, or more have been found in said Court, which it improbable that any trial of this case can be had for at least 5 years to come, and your petitioner is still kept in suspense; That he has already expended in time and money much more than the original debt, and with but a very distant prospect of having his case tried for years to come. Considering the nature of the claim, being an attempt to enforce the repayment of the pittance granted to a revolutionary soldier by the U. States, and that from a security who never received the slightest consideration therefore, but, on the other hand, was compelled to support his aged and impoverished parent; that if ever there were doubts as to the proper construction of the service of said Houston, yet, without any suppression of the truth, the pension was allowed him, considering, also, the great costs and vexation to which your petitioner has been subjected by said suit, and the distant prospect of a trial, and the probable continuing costs and expenses which must fall upon your petitioner, whether he succeeds in said suit or not,--Your petitioner has been advised, as the only remedy, that application be made to your Honorable Body;--He therefore, respectfully prays an act relieving your petitioner from all liability in consequence of the execution of said obligation for $93 Dolls & 25 cents; and that the suit now pending in the U.S. Court, held at Clarksburgh, Va against your petitioner, may be dismissed which your petitioner is advised the present atto. for the U.S. will willingly do, provided, he have authority for so doing.</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Your petitioner herewith filed a copy of the record of said suit endorsed "A", together with the affidavits of Edgar C. Wilson, Esq. and Elizabeth Robinson & John Evans, endorsed B & C.</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> All which is respectfully submitted.</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Signed Joseph D. Hill</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>N.B. Your petitioner begs leave to refer to the Hon. W. G. Brown, the Rep in Congress from this District, as to probability of having trial of the above mentioned case, he being conversant with the business of said Court.</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> <span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Signed J.D.H.</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>January 5th, 1846<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span></b></span></p><div> </div><blockquote><span style="color: black;">I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU. All comments are welcome; however, if they are inappropriate, they will not be published. </span> <span style="color: black;">
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</div>Linda Hughes Hiserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05774876428039197357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559842070525209896.post-85387397731062743112023-10-02T13:37:00.004-04:002023-10-03T06:59:03.517-04:00Thomas Craig Cooper and Dorothy Marie Stark Cooper<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHIMVd359zWxuq89YmMyWnFKNo8R3BQNyZlAedjPYmnfZzKi_Lj2ZH1faZcVaTdh9uZ8MPavVNmIZ2QTMNAiS-Hj3GO9UE2bGcbl9vjgtVYQepXlv4_slUBb3gTdSbZHjZX3ibLHdQwbSmmRkSH9SRXm5MViDruSLXLFsmwQDd0-pAcaePhhJVR0jZGGc/s1568/photograph%20by%20her%20brother%20Walter%20Stark.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1568" data-original-width="992" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHIMVd359zWxuq89YmMyWnFKNo8R3BQNyZlAedjPYmnfZzKi_Lj2ZH1faZcVaTdh9uZ8MPavVNmIZ2QTMNAiS-Hj3GO9UE2bGcbl9vjgtVYQepXlv4_slUBb3gTdSbZHjZX3ibLHdQwbSmmRkSH9SRXm5MViDruSLXLFsmwQDd0-pAcaePhhJVR0jZGGc/s320/photograph%20by%20her%20brother%20Walter%20Stark.jpg" width="202" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thomas Craig and Dorothy Marie Stark Cooper<br />Photograph was found on Ancestry<br />Photographer was Dorothy's brother, <a href="http://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2015/04/alfred-walter-stark-photographer.html">Walter Alfred Stark</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> What an adorable couple. I wonder if the picture shown above was their wedding photograph. </b></span> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFHChn1B3oNMft5sxpaGyrwoNe5RL2z-9gB9V9i88KovETWkkW8XRVTLm0R2HQyPRn3lp4fuETH9diroXIq4_WUasq-IFMOSAR9MN90iFwPD85GjLorJ21m62LYZs71OzJEanotjDJuGKyftKPWwYXgQnTG2rpADVuz_hs0qQylAU-aoD1Ykb8x3KTQgc/s892/1912%20Wedding_Announcement%20The%20Pittsburgh%20Press%20june%2013%201912%20page%2011.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="398" data-original-width="892" height="143" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFHChn1B3oNMft5sxpaGyrwoNe5RL2z-9gB9V9i88KovETWkkW8XRVTLm0R2HQyPRn3lp4fuETH9diroXIq4_WUasq-IFMOSAR9MN90iFwPD85GjLorJ21m62LYZs71OzJEanotjDJuGKyftKPWwYXgQnTG2rpADVuz_hs0qQylAU-aoD1Ykb8x3KTQgc/s320/1912%20Wedding_Announcement%20The%20Pittsburgh%20Press%20june%2013%201912%20page%2011.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Pittsburgh Press<br />June 13, 1912<br />page 11<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> My maternal grandaunt, Dorothy Marie Stark, daughter of <a href="http://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2021/01/part-1-charles-stark-and-wilhelmine.html">Charles Stark</a> and <a href="http://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2021/01/part-2-wilhelmine-catherine-schwartz.html">Wilhelmina Schwarz Stark</a> married Thomas Craig Cooper, son of <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/81095871/william-shearer-cooper">William Shearer Cooper</a> and <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/81095934/margaret-cooper">Margaret Kirk Cooper</a> on June 12, 1912 in Pittsburgh, Allegheny County, Pennsylvania. </b></span><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsOW5-1urbvNL5CbJzzkdvRDaQhUTbpsabA5vWw7qqhF0DsBSZnMi1Yd0HqMAhA1X7B2heVTFZ1PhWmOzusgW-CKY5GzXThFAkgvSNPG5tDGi1Qcw0lfVdGEqezjEMkA2bCl8zTEa4Bp3v0mY_mqlovtLVEZa11Q_wkpd0DjGKcPLgc6krnDwLH3Wlvkg/s1605/1914%20The%20Coopers.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1605" data-original-width="1015" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsOW5-1urbvNL5CbJzzkdvRDaQhUTbpsabA5vWw7qqhF0DsBSZnMi1Yd0HqMAhA1X7B2heVTFZ1PhWmOzusgW-CKY5GzXThFAkgvSNPG5tDGi1Qcw0lfVdGEqezjEMkA2bCl8zTEa4Bp3v0mY_mqlovtLVEZa11Q_wkpd0DjGKcPLgc6krnDwLH3Wlvkg/s320/1914%20The%20Coopers.jpg" width="202" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><b> On September 5, 1914 the Cooper's welcomed their first child, Dorothy Wilma Cooper, who was born in the Borough of Bellevue, Allegheny County, Pennsylvania. </b></div></b></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-jtk2j-Ve-lbDBNULqo6oKpHnA4n_5VDvYy5tqEBdfKP7zjlGsCwYiW_t_skNOqS0s3iQqnlbcF-kOjjJJXZAOgoezZGFatlU1bWiN3lb3U1QhBrR10NN4tYDmActxYDBuKroGgB6jwtUo1DZoWudlwjpfrMugeX48VFRBJZd6dV3F-bzE6eX0CUCc3I/s2293/1917%20WWI%20draft%20registration.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1397" data-original-width="2293" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-jtk2j-Ve-lbDBNULqo6oKpHnA4n_5VDvYy5tqEBdfKP7zjlGsCwYiW_t_skNOqS0s3iQqnlbcF-kOjjJJXZAOgoezZGFatlU1bWiN3lb3U1QhBrR10NN4tYDmActxYDBuKroGgB6jwtUo1DZoWudlwjpfrMugeX48VFRBJZd6dV3F-bzE6eX0CUCc3I/s320/1917%20WWI%20draft%20registration.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">World War I Draft Registration</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> The World War I draft registration gives a good glimpse into the life of the Cooper's in 1917. Thomas was born on October 14, 1886 in North Buffalo, Armstrong County, Pennsylvania. He was employed as the chief clerk for Crucible Steel Company of America, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. The Cooper's were living at 75 Kendall Avenue, Bellevue, Allegheny County, Pennsylvania. Thomas was described as short in stature, slender, with blue eyes and dark brown hair. </b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq9WU9lrL5uslsOhnrxfGTfx266zBV89IR7xDfaR9gufiDCMZU06HNFAxi5HR-ektOS-bV14FqJBa-RAlfRuSHw0KNKvvu9k-nRfWbbyYoS7MxNM1mYAVJGThfCIIyQNQX_N0OVVaX1PMOXq32WxDXvhyphenhyphen-1cYJ1X7Ioam9owkxBvYqEo9P9zF4w6b9Tbs/s675/1919%20Cooper%20Dorothy%20and%20Dorothy%20cropped%20twice.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="588" data-original-width="675" height="279" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq9WU9lrL5uslsOhnrxfGTfx266zBV89IR7xDfaR9gufiDCMZU06HNFAxi5HR-ektOS-bV14FqJBa-RAlfRuSHw0KNKvvu9k-nRfWbbyYoS7MxNM1mYAVJGThfCIIyQNQX_N0OVVaX1PMOXq32WxDXvhyphenhyphen-1cYJ1X7Ioam9owkxBvYqEo9P9zF4w6b9Tbs/s320/1919%20Cooper%20Dorothy%20and%20Dorothy%20cropped%20twice.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dorothy Stark Cooper and Dorothy Wilma Cooper</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvsYKoV25n26zzfJ8qFdBo-E0CYXFwhVyA9veNQprdKrGFA36RdN-UjGOBjqswvSRZx47Q2VL0scKKAJ6O4ifQkV11XP_kY9tm1JCzJoaP-bYWt6kuCR0g5GAjV7twmV44pHkK-jHSWR8-YbwM_bzUzHUbVVNS5eSK92OGQApyJTpoHdo1al15EHDztjY/s844/1919%20Cooper%20Dorothy%20%20Dorothy%20Grannie%20Stark2%20cropped%20twice.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="844" data-original-width="485" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvsYKoV25n26zzfJ8qFdBo-E0CYXFwhVyA9veNQprdKrGFA36RdN-UjGOBjqswvSRZx47Q2VL0scKKAJ6O4ifQkV11XP_kY9tm1JCzJoaP-bYWt6kuCR0g5GAjV7twmV44pHkK-jHSWR8-YbwM_bzUzHUbVVNS5eSK92OGQApyJTpoHdo1al15EHDztjY/s320/1919%20Cooper%20Dorothy%20%20Dorothy%20Grannie%20Stark2%20cropped%20twice.jpg" width="184" /></a></div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Dorothy Stark Cooper standing</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Wilhelmina Stark (Granny Stark) and Dorothy Wilma Cooper</span><br /><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> These adorable photos were shared by Dorothy Cooper Richards, the little nurse pictured. I am ballparking them circa 1919.</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> A second daughter, Lois Margaret Cooper, was born on March 4, 1919 in Bellevue Borough, Allegheny County, Pennsylvania. Unfortunately, I do not have any photographs of Lois as an infant.</b></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwbtD3WvyxdZsAJzBS_H6C8-LVTdjaKt6BEOzH3kWcwwpv2EoaN6_RihdUDmfS9y7vuwKOymRfSlcTTbpgp9Wc3FkRWtMoXrDvuBqocnqtKq1EhTzAGFOxZbhPfCcduXP9TCG6-FetVQogEqlxWLysSSZk7XC8Vz1OEv4cZK3AYSG9gqjayoozcXfTF00/s2113/1917-1920%2075%20Kendall%20Avenue.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2086" data-original-width="2113" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwbtD3WvyxdZsAJzBS_H6C8-LVTdjaKt6BEOzH3kWcwwpv2EoaN6_RihdUDmfS9y7vuwKOymRfSlcTTbpgp9Wc3FkRWtMoXrDvuBqocnqtKq1EhTzAGFOxZbhPfCcduXP9TCG6-FetVQogEqlxWLysSSZk7XC8Vz1OEv4cZK3AYSG9gqjayoozcXfTF00/w257-h254/1917-1920%2075%20Kendall%20Avenue.jpg" width="257" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">75 Kendall Avenue<br />Bellevue, Pennsylvania</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFY2yVSeKB6yAkQhJGYR_o5OGI9CDv0DhdP1Wh2cHktZwe1W42pT7Pj10b2vUCznYgwtrah6feaI7d4uT1xrhJ0G7fh0fYLSnk-c_42_tURbq3EzbjK_ouCWjdFRxS-ArBUR1wdQFy62MBC2K5kEpIIJLrxdM-MFn8liD33-Z4Lrj_CpTdQ3nnt5b_H5c/s2452/1920%20thomas%20cooper%201920%20census%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="501" data-original-width="2452" height="79" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFY2yVSeKB6yAkQhJGYR_o5OGI9CDv0DhdP1Wh2cHktZwe1W42pT7Pj10b2vUCznYgwtrah6feaI7d4uT1xrhJ0G7fh0fYLSnk-c_42_tURbq3EzbjK_ouCWjdFRxS-ArBUR1wdQFy62MBC2K5kEpIIJLrxdM-MFn8liD33-Z4Lrj_CpTdQ3nnt5b_H5c/w389-h79/1920%20thomas%20cooper%201920%20census%20cropped.jpg" width="389" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">1920 Pennsylvania Census<br />Bellevue Borough, Allegheny County<br />January 29,1920</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;">75 Kendall Avenue</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Cooper, Thomas C., Head, rents his home, male, white, age 33, married, can read and write, born in Pennsylvania, father and mother both born in Illinois, speaks English, employed as the chief clerk with a steel construction company.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Cooper, Dorothy, Wife, female, white, age 31, married, </span><span style="font-weight: 700;">can read and write, </span><span style="font-weight: 700;">born in Pennsylvania, father born in Germany, German was his mother tongue, mother born in France, French was her mother tongue, speaks English, not employed.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Cooper, Dorothy, Daughter, female, white, age 5, single, born in Pennsylvania, both parents born in Pennsylvania</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Cooper, Lois, Daughter, female, white, age 10/12 months, single, born in Pennsylvania, both parents born in Pennsylvania.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Checking the house on the Internet, it was built in 1910 and has three bedrooms and one bath. It was very new when the Coopers moved in. From the World War I draft registration we know Thomas and Dorothy lived there from 1917 to 1920. Perhaps they moved in following their marriage and lived there until their relocation to Brooklyn, New York.</span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD7xq3nuNfdnR_YbQJH4iwQ5aH5mbstA8rlMivix6qlHk7wyJ84ZmAhyuk2WSOkpgfnoDKlCy5G1Afj29v3rU822A6SKZBIg9XknjsApjkw2FfKr0gxJQrToxxF4IGIelEK2k48w3B9mgVT78UtSRV2A6H9X-m4DU_bgNJeyADqdnSpl6luCyMTtgeUz4/s1320/1922%20day%20at%20the%20beach2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="820" data-original-width="1320" height="199" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD7xq3nuNfdnR_YbQJH4iwQ5aH5mbstA8rlMivix6qlHk7wyJ84ZmAhyuk2WSOkpgfnoDKlCy5G1Afj29v3rU822A6SKZBIg9XknjsApjkw2FfKr0gxJQrToxxF4IGIelEK2k48w3B9mgVT78UtSRV2A6H9X-m4DU_bgNJeyADqdnSpl6luCyMTtgeUz4/s320/1922%20day%20at%20the%20beach2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqYir4LDcVyc2OdUoKCfpNV1nzkNpwCtqCSUBQ6qttGn0UteMwYu6FuPz-3uCOVZkfoIyCvMi93gWxMaAC7W5YxYWwdDB4Tk8YF4sf9wEjJfbnzGUESUE3wpxkDGCtSWHUWEl95BK36l1hZh8cOhjWQeBIcwR1b2UxpPmwfoFnau3e0jqOyjNCgfYLX1U/s1320/1922%20day%20at%20the%20beach1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="820" data-original-width="1320" height="199" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqYir4LDcVyc2OdUoKCfpNV1nzkNpwCtqCSUBQ6qttGn0UteMwYu6FuPz-3uCOVZkfoIyCvMi93gWxMaAC7W5YxYWwdDB4Tk8YF4sf9wEjJfbnzGUESUE3wpxkDGCtSWHUWEl95BK36l1hZh8cOhjWQeBIcwR1b2UxpPmwfoFnau3e0jqOyjNCgfYLX1U/s320/1922%20day%20at%20the%20beach1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Married Stark sisters and their children at the beach circa 1923. I have no idea where I got these photographs or what beach they are visiting. Pictured are Dorothy Stark Cooper with her two daughters, Dorothy and Lois. Lucy Stark Munger with her children, Wilma Munger and Mont Munger, Jr.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5ea6p1Be4gwS5rB0NXz_VNF6p0-xhGD_4Oe7JopIq-o3AWAC5fkSzIzfe7xP_UHiuhjUUr87oQc8qvh2PuoGxY2wp-1oNBKPPUutQx6HMMvykhtAMvqkiwTYBWYyNZa6MhrBmX64vwKT_CG_qO2LsGOTv0JK5qyPgpTfvh2DbE445cf5Jgs58yFZfH00/s2353/1925%20New%20York%20Census%20copped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="796" data-original-width="2353" height="120" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5ea6p1Be4gwS5rB0NXz_VNF6p0-xhGD_4Oe7JopIq-o3AWAC5fkSzIzfe7xP_UHiuhjUUr87oQc8qvh2PuoGxY2wp-1oNBKPPUutQx6HMMvykhtAMvqkiwTYBWYyNZa6MhrBmX64vwKT_CG_qO2LsGOTv0JK5qyPgpTfvh2DbE445cf5Jgs58yFZfH00/w357-h120/1925%20New%20York%20Census%20copped.jpg" width="357" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">New York Census<br />Brooklyn, Kings County<br />June 1, 1925</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> </span><span style="font-weight: 700;">According to Thomas' obituary, the Cooper family relocated to Brooklyn, New York in 1921.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Cooper, Thomas. Head, white, male, age 37, born in the US, citizen, works as an office clerk.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Cooper, Dorothy. Wife, white, female, age 35, </span><span style="font-weight: 700;">born in the US, citizen, works at housework.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Cooper, Dorothy Jr. Daughter, white, female age 10, </span><span style="font-weight: 700;">born in the US, citizen, at school.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Cooper, Lois. Daughter, white, female, age 6, </span><span style="font-weight: 700;">born in the US, citizen, at school.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLbDd7w9dVG6ntgAsFVboVlpBgd0qwIVPlgiqExkJl4eJChwkvSZMipCZuydlpR7pSWUabcjJp6T60V2f3z8prJi1L5lho7agI52-39rF9uNbLLrZw8Ur8UyNBJWcGy2Q2PfcY3YoKNprkuGGN60BHhy6qJEDinZRwmpfKQ-C3TDABm0PlRzNbu38O6zY/s3808/1926%20at%20kennywood%20park.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3808" data-original-width="2330" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLbDd7w9dVG6ntgAsFVboVlpBgd0qwIVPlgiqExkJl4eJChwkvSZMipCZuydlpR7pSWUabcjJp6T60V2f3z8prJi1L5lho7agI52-39rF9uNbLLrZw8Ur8UyNBJWcGy2Q2PfcY3YoKNprkuGGN60BHhy6qJEDinZRwmpfKQ-C3TDABm0PlRzNbu38O6zY/s320/1926%20at%20kennywood%20park.jpg" width="196" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> The Cooper's were in the Avalon, Allegheny County, Pennsylvania area visiting during the summer of 1926. Pictured are Stark cousins Dorothy Wilma Cooper, Lois Margaret Cooper and my mother, Martha Jean Stark. The families were at Kennywood Park and each cousin has a one dollar bill.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Tragedy struck later in the summer.</span></div></div></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLciUXjEdLM2hxr61LxURzCB7gValTu2jCUxs4rER6VfDHlbWv0dg4hHKQL8J5sN2SxHT6xvD3VDzXZvS5lXiL8QJozVET2FynI6IMkl3x0T7RuaDVgtfsiR7TNGzRb5cBJsza2aLqiq8f9Jamim3LlDw35vu3iYNiYtS-cLs6X5K9C67J9EqeyxIYaIQ/s3489/1926%20Cooper,%20Thomas%20death%20certificate.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3172" data-original-width="3489" height="291" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLciUXjEdLM2hxr61LxURzCB7gValTu2jCUxs4rER6VfDHlbWv0dg4hHKQL8J5sN2SxHT6xvD3VDzXZvS5lXiL8QJozVET2FynI6IMkl3x0T7RuaDVgtfsiR7TNGzRb5cBJsza2aLqiq8f9Jamim3LlDw35vu3iYNiYtS-cLs6X5K9C67J9EqeyxIYaIQ/s320/1926%20Cooper,%20Thomas%20death%20certificate.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcCHGqQ-G3JYI28UTiFNHOZ_A_GGTDJFqsjVozmJgO7DBgccY3FjGqRwMKCn1p8PQZ4DlJiymRTiFeCU3FogtD6ZW3y-BdO24FkoqRKBJ2yuCaMEmLs8ReLE9Chyphenhyphen9FF-hv5ZoOpx3B31NffIOs_z5Q6fuZjoTYq_D3w5lATlfVOKKvlHXiaShblu7lY2o/s942/1926%20Obituary_of_Thomas_Craig_Cooper%20The%20Pittsburgh%20Press,%20Sat%20August%2028,%201926%20page%204.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="942" data-original-width="676" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcCHGqQ-G3JYI28UTiFNHOZ_A_GGTDJFqsjVozmJgO7DBgccY3FjGqRwMKCn1p8PQZ4DlJiymRTiFeCU3FogtD6ZW3y-BdO24FkoqRKBJ2yuCaMEmLs8ReLE9Chyphenhyphen9FF-hv5ZoOpx3B31NffIOs_z5Q6fuZjoTYq_D3w5lATlfVOKKvlHXiaShblu7lY2o/s320/1926%20Obituary_of_Thomas_Craig_Cooper%20The%20Pittsburgh%20Press,%20Sat%20August%2028,%201926%20page%204.jpg" width="230" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">The Pittsburgh Press<br /> Saturday, August 28, 1926 <br />page 4</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzshDOGmesITFt5XwfC8vktkdYRYUEAjco2UwKtezGPj-i2nkjuZP43mSydby_BAohLHrnuUQwOGS9SvFzeKml-i7ykILgFjsrdNsJUcRxinghNwec3aqJ0DSzZ4st3yW_w-RpRl-TzlCB0CrIvRP2re5R5jFHUoGDD9sjDFPn1SNR_Lpwbrr4zbVcK9s/s709/1926%20Obituary_of_Thomas_Craig_Cooper%20The%20Pittsburgh%20Post%20Saturday%20august%2028%201926%20page%2016.jpg"><span style="color: #38761d;"><img border="0" data-original-height="357" data-original-width="709" height="161" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzshDOGmesITFt5XwfC8vktkdYRYUEAjco2UwKtezGPj-i2nkjuZP43mSydby_BAohLHrnuUQwOGS9SvFzeKml-i7ykILgFjsrdNsJUcRxinghNwec3aqJ0DSzZ4st3yW_w-RpRl-TzlCB0CrIvRP2re5R5jFHUoGDD9sjDFPn1SNR_Lpwbrr4zbVcK9s/s320/1926%20Obituary_of_Thomas_Craig_Cooper%20The%20Pittsburgh%20Post%20Saturday%20august%2028%201926%20page%2016.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">The Pittsburgh Post </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Saturday, August 28 1926 </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">page 16</span><br /><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> In 2004 I met and interviewed, the eldest daughter of the Coopers, Dorothy "Dottie" Wilma Cooper Richards. She told me that the family, along with Thomas' father, William Shearer Cooper, had made a road trip to Chicago in the summer of 1926. On the return to Millvale, Allegheny County, Pennsylvania, Thomas became very ill. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> According to the death certificate, Thomas was admitted to St John's Hospital on August 16, 1926. The diagnosis was chronic tuberculosis contracted in New York, with complications of the kidneys and bladder. He died just shy of his fortieth birthday at age 39 years, 10 months, 13 days.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjnrDAfE5qM4uYHPjMNk-8mPsisaEsdLB8jf_QoeBnZD1Xfp_kGHUQ-i068S9FbgVzEqyq8kqRkUcxS0bmI9f-w74jguuUZ4V-YvMBtPwGa1xcynpthWhSFRB83Bhh-YlGVTeD3wX3WtB_-jp1TMlJVY7XLxnal-ltVrmzwS0fW551o9H0gIOg1oZsId0/s1424/1926%20cooper,%20thomas%20craig%20tombstone.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="944" data-original-width="1424" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjnrDAfE5qM4uYHPjMNk-8mPsisaEsdLB8jf_QoeBnZD1Xfp_kGHUQ-i068S9FbgVzEqyq8kqRkUcxS0bmI9f-w74jguuUZ4V-YvMBtPwGa1xcynpthWhSFRB83Bhh-YlGVTeD3wX3WtB_-jp1TMlJVY7XLxnal-ltVrmzwS0fW551o9H0gIOg1oZsId0/s320/1926%20cooper,%20thomas%20craig%20tombstone.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Thomas Craig Cooper was buried on August 30, 1926, in the Cooper Family plot at <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/10932452/thomas-craig-cooper">Mount Royal Cemetery</a>, Glenshaw, Allegheny County, Pennsylvania. Lot # 305, Part 3, Crescent Section, Space 4. </span></div><div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-0tgu9lZ4guldt_v1usZ5SCo-MlPHzBt7_i1AkGg0EOPjLsGTY6QS-vaO9vIpj5YaY2LCkwBhWvGftcVsQeO9QQ2GpQ-qo92nFC8ycgHzTVXMuVKuux3zmiohc7sqHMknLew8f0HOZmCb4_hcQpyZqpx0KEtz3q8p-EKzlShxltUR6FuVx5crqVoh1sk/s981/1926%20Pennsylvania%20Wills%20and%20Probate%20Records%20Proceedings%20Index%20Vol%207%2028%20page%20421.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="438" data-original-width="981" height="143" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-0tgu9lZ4guldt_v1usZ5SCo-MlPHzBt7_i1AkGg0EOPjLsGTY6QS-vaO9vIpj5YaY2LCkwBhWvGftcVsQeO9QQ2GpQ-qo92nFC8ycgHzTVXMuVKuux3zmiohc7sqHMknLew8f0HOZmCb4_hcQpyZqpx0KEtz3q8p-EKzlShxltUR6FuVx5crqVoh1sk/s320/1926%20Pennsylvania%20Wills%20and%20Probate%20Records%20Proceedings%20Index%20Vol%207%2028%20page%20421.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">1926 Wills and Probate Records<br />Proceedings Index<br />Volume 7-28<br />page 421</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Dorothy Stark Cooper at age thirty-seven became a widow. With her two young children, she returned to Brooklyn, New York to pack and plan the move back to Avalon, Pennsylvania, where she had family support. Her daughters were children when their father suddenly died. Young Dorothy was eleven and Lois was seven.</span></div><div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLujhVHPMuw6WKaBtFY1p2r15XNjyIPZirjn4ehpTpBCBXtkyInmaw7sXYOCKTKz6a_1fPzzV1UiXDdjLjB-1ybFTtCKcuZ79U8mUSq4Bs6vcjNPuRXlE8rzW42uKTmeTS4-goHFpfNWPsEjeUYMTtvkafKDPVVQqBW-uJvwRSFLiCbVX6klDotALdHnY/s2030/1930%20and%201940%20301%20California%20Avenue.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2030" data-original-width="1072" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLujhVHPMuw6WKaBtFY1p2r15XNjyIPZirjn4ehpTpBCBXtkyInmaw7sXYOCKTKz6a_1fPzzV1UiXDdjLjB-1ybFTtCKcuZ79U8mUSq4Bs6vcjNPuRXlE8rzW42uKTmeTS4-goHFpfNWPsEjeUYMTtvkafKDPVVQqBW-uJvwRSFLiCbVX6klDotALdHnY/s320/1930%20and%201940%20301%20California%20Avenue.jpg" width="169" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">301 California Avenue<br />Avalon, Allegheny County, Pennsylvania</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj6w_OtGE5_cUNdbasRbRucZO4P_RcxbFkFAPbi5SfjRmtPd503rwYxdGWjpLfE7apEYcKlPl607HocaR75RoLQ7aMoQEIJKmqArdtM6hKLuOjNryByinPPbhrTQtsN7xta66OKAvWQGyHuBiSk4xnjYN4Ib9BfdndTIblGbm0EfU7f3vEDT1g-s9unL8/s2656/1930%20dorothy%20cooper%201930%20census%20copped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="518" data-original-width="2656" height="71" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj6w_OtGE5_cUNdbasRbRucZO4P_RcxbFkFAPbi5SfjRmtPd503rwYxdGWjpLfE7apEYcKlPl607HocaR75RoLQ7aMoQEIJKmqArdtM6hKLuOjNryByinPPbhrTQtsN7xta66OKAvWQGyHuBiSk4xnjYN4Ib9BfdndTIblGbm0EfU7f3vEDT1g-s9unL8/w366-h71/1930%20dorothy%20cooper%201930%20census%20copped.jpg" width="366" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1930 Pennsylvania Census<br />Avalon Borough, Allegheny County<br />April 8, 1930<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>301 California Avenue</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Avalon, Pennsylvania</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Cooper, Dorothy, Head, rents home, $40 per month, owns a radio, female, white, widow, married at age 25, did not attend school this year, can read and write, born in Pennsylvania, father born in Germany, mother born in France, speaks English, employed as a clerical with a Fire Insurance Company.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Cooper, Dorothy, Daughter, female, white, single, age 15, attended school this year, can read and write, born in Pennsylvania, both parents born in Pennsylvania, </b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">speaks English.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Cooper, Lois, Daughter, </b></span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>white, single, age 11, attended school this year, can read and write, born in Pennsylvania, both parents born in Pennsylvania, </b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">speaks English.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> </b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">According to information in the Internet, 301 California Avenue in Avalon was built in 1907 as a multi family house. When the 1930 enumeration occurred, only the Coopers lived there. </b></div><div><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></b></div><div><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> My mother remembers Aunt Dorothy living on the second floor and many Stark </b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>family</b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> gatherings around a player piano. There were numerous rolls of music and Uncle Mont Munger playing and singing. My guess is that these memories were from the 1930's. My mother was age 9-19.</b></div><div><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></b></div><div><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> Although not </b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>enumerated</b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> at 301 California, Dottie (Dorothy Cooper Richards) said that Granny Stark lived with them and spoke fluent French. Perhaps after 1930. </b></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkG9639KymLxUo_DblNdsYA2MU0RHgg85rWLdaIq0YbWwAOmfG-6QEcye3wDOPclI4LHFNwm8Cyq5FR7gA1ldI7DlknyVaPcERXi78fspnaml2Q2JDJFybsVh5GFysfkdxwM0Tjatu54JZbt5u0SXp9K5kwavAtPIMvInag95HzMx7n9rzo2jL7IHAIi0/s1222/1935%20Cooper%20Stark2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1222" data-original-width="682" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkG9639KymLxUo_DblNdsYA2MU0RHgg85rWLdaIq0YbWwAOmfG-6QEcye3wDOPclI4LHFNwm8Cyq5FR7gA1ldI7DlknyVaPcERXi78fspnaml2Q2JDJFybsVh5GFysfkdxwM0Tjatu54JZbt5u0SXp9K5kwavAtPIMvInag95HzMx7n9rzo2jL7IHAIi0/s320/1935%20Cooper%20Stark2.jpg" width="179" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf-ywO62GCHZJyL2DxoDO79XLj2B9d8x6XQzoijxsIA2A_x55IUia3rwN-LEqdiGWjBpq8p1E_2nT7IZFf9oFrPsYbEW_pTUPGM3zqt47m49_IDslsykOauBFDS1RqjtQBCdTRKjIYl8_weQ55b9tJRjlxqzTr9_O-navWE_FR5WdqtyXesKiLzEVC3io/s1227/1935%20Cooper%20Stark.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1227" data-original-width="707" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf-ywO62GCHZJyL2DxoDO79XLj2B9d8x6XQzoijxsIA2A_x55IUia3rwN-LEqdiGWjBpq8p1E_2nT7IZFf9oFrPsYbEW_pTUPGM3zqt47m49_IDslsykOauBFDS1RqjtQBCdTRKjIYl8_weQ55b9tJRjlxqzTr9_O-navWE_FR5WdqtyXesKiLzEVC3io/s320/1935%20Cooper%20Stark.jpg" width="184" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> These photographs were shared by Dottie Richards (Dorothy Wilma Cooper). I am ballparking them circa 1935.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> In 1938, Dorothy's daughter, Lois Margaret Cooper, was married to Allen Garfield Nichols in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.</span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrEX8Pd-2yJKCDzXmbrYb_w57lAo7unkIAERh00W2t6w7XzO2mvJid85rPoXYp0hLGtM42qukwgdCbP1DbmagKrKvsNu5ymJ0AXADq7S8aQATTbYCV1pbv869GPQ2AJDwEeJh0Po14MXvRRNZ5g2XPAqr9nKHVOexIrNjEMM3CcE7YNWtCbYq2vrBCSQ0/s6688/1940%20census%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1221" data-original-width="6688" height="70" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrEX8Pd-2yJKCDzXmbrYb_w57lAo7unkIAERh00W2t6w7XzO2mvJid85rPoXYp0hLGtM42qukwgdCbP1DbmagKrKvsNu5ymJ0AXADq7S8aQATTbYCV1pbv869GPQ2AJDwEeJh0Po14MXvRRNZ5g2XPAqr9nKHVOexIrNjEMM3CcE7YNWtCbYq2vrBCSQ0/w386-h70/1940%20census%20cropped.jpg" width="386" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">1940 Pennsylvania Census<br />Avalon Borough, Allegheny County<br />April 4, 1940</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;">301 California Avenue</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;">Avalon, Pennsylvania</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;">Rent on apartment $27.00 per month</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Cooper, Dorothy M., Head, female, white, age 51, widow, highest grade accomplished freshman in high school, born in Pennsylvania, lived in the same house in 1935, not working.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Cooper, Dorothy W., Daughter, female, white, age 25, single, graduated high school, born in Pennsylvania, lived in the same house in 1935, employed as an office clerk with a General Construction Company.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> The Cooper's lived at this address for a minimum of a decade. In 1940, there were two families living at this address. Eight days before the census enumeration, Dorothy Cooper's mother, Wilhelmine Stark, died in the apartment. </span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaPMCWmMc7O0uEAVE7x8cR5kuDM5tkRDb6bH00YdO4aEp4o3ZijQk4Yp2FkIrvlJhgMOU1ATES6yhsJz2yUZ0P0RazelHVtCqcLhkH8EGXBk4_Lz_vdw_JpePoZdFW0RNHYPHHq0oMQoyEfHjWNFIjiW-qEewPvZWddMBuGxWX-oji2gNSnJ15f_qy8JA/s1230/1940%20Cooper,%20Dorothy%20Stark2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1230" data-original-width="734" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaPMCWmMc7O0uEAVE7x8cR5kuDM5tkRDb6bH00YdO4aEp4o3ZijQk4Yp2FkIrvlJhgMOU1ATES6yhsJz2yUZ0P0RazelHVtCqcLhkH8EGXBk4_Lz_vdw_JpePoZdFW0RNHYPHHq0oMQoyEfHjWNFIjiW-qEewPvZWddMBuGxWX-oji2gNSnJ15f_qy8JA/s320/1940%20Cooper,%20Dorothy%20Stark2.jpg" width="191" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> <b>Dorothy Stark Cooper photograph shared by Dottie Richards. No date or place.</b></div><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyNcZN9yG0UvSoPL6LGALgKeAfAQCsTuP6UXwiLgoXE-fQvH6YYFRYGsoQrG57SWyTj2C45tWktSkd5qLifGaGnF-az7Vwz3plgTEHYdsBMfVbKXbQ5m2qTzdk5nFvYX53ZjlP_63cdp7ghOzE9O6Mv2VwgUosoJ7zC_ji0_4S3l603xcTkAMkpL_r7fU/s2844/1946%20RichardsCooper%20wedding%201946.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1996" data-original-width="2844" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyNcZN9yG0UvSoPL6LGALgKeAfAQCsTuP6UXwiLgoXE-fQvH6YYFRYGsoQrG57SWyTj2C45tWktSkd5qLifGaGnF-az7Vwz3plgTEHYdsBMfVbKXbQ5m2qTzdk5nFvYX53ZjlP_63cdp7ghOzE9O6Mv2VwgUosoJ7zC_ji0_4S3l603xcTkAMkpL_r7fU/s320/1946%20RichardsCooper%20wedding%201946.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeCsU04wZiPTKn5AwaD5mL3YbC1WEvnTTv8Z9jxPCTZGXFXk9zfnrCxbxbVZXEt2HLCh0HjfNRH_-o9zWKgB_olJuAuPLhUrW-Qcb8rIXcDIZOU4Bz0jvNj5LWpI6OmtivQDJI-oKoEfeMnnV9oBoLvn7_Hks1k-ZiOrOHHj5iC9otUYAAT70zymP1Epg/s7807/1946%20Wedding%20announcementPittsburgh_Post_Gazette_Fri__Nov_15__1946_.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="7807" data-original-width="4573" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeCsU04wZiPTKn5AwaD5mL3YbC1WEvnTTv8Z9jxPCTZGXFXk9zfnrCxbxbVZXEt2HLCh0HjfNRH_-o9zWKgB_olJuAuPLhUrW-Qcb8rIXcDIZOU4Bz0jvNj5LWpI6OmtivQDJI-oKoEfeMnnV9oBoLvn7_Hks1k-ZiOrOHHj5iC9otUYAAT70zymP1Epg/s320/1946%20Wedding%20announcementPittsburgh_Post_Gazette_Fri__Nov_15__1946_.jpg" width="187" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Pittsburgh Post-Gazette<br />Friday, November 15, 1946<br />page 16</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJeLIzmpbi-n_doPG-mBA4JhVjljhtbHNFTrG_AuPhwgf-DdmpQAbLyK59H4a2ONFP8jmvpW9562fGCZ1qtWfvXUo7xGJ3_Fxb45iBkfrEmMEE409mRn36HaTxgyo1eF3Gq2_XPq94fOWHJPuMhv8zZ1DOCGi2En5-w5fzVMGorLvT4_Nk6O8ZP5Jfey4/s1611/1946%20Wedding_of_Dorothy_Wilma_Coope%20Pittsburgh%20Sun%20Telegraph%20Sun%20Dec%2015,%201946%20page%2045.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1611" data-original-width="575" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJeLIzmpbi-n_doPG-mBA4JhVjljhtbHNFTrG_AuPhwgf-DdmpQAbLyK59H4a2ONFP8jmvpW9562fGCZ1qtWfvXUo7xGJ3_Fxb45iBkfrEmMEE409mRn36HaTxgyo1eF3Gq2_XPq94fOWHJPuMhv8zZ1DOCGi2En5-w5fzVMGorLvT4_Nk6O8ZP5Jfey4/s320/1946%20Wedding_of_Dorothy_Wilma_Coope%20Pittsburgh%20Sun%20Telegraph%20Sun%20Dec%2015,%201946%20page%2045.jpg" width="114" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Pittsburgh Sun-Telegraph<br />Sunday, December 15, 1946<br />page 45</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> On October 30, 1946, thirty-two year old Dorothy Wilma Cooper married thirty-two year old Samuel Milton Richards, son of <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/91045891/clarence-m-richards">Clarence Milton Richards</a> and <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/91045968/vesta-beatrice-richards">Vesta Beatrice Helfrich Richards</a> in Bellevue Methodist Church, Bellevue, Allegheny County, Pennsylvania. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> </span><span style="font-weight: 700;">My mother, Martha Jean Stark Hughes, Dottie's Stark Family cousin, was one of the attendants and two to three months pregnant with me. Also identified is another Stark cousin, Lorraine Wilma Miller.</span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj786OxmwLO1VAG7ctJlBRkfZ8fBcEAJRMtf_683nqlZzkQExEggnrVYFk8PD33p9blQoETOk4U077L6VxvhJcsVmYytRrqNzWAUh1gEdAIaZ0lKls83oG57lOuxkGlYNzSza0U8Q0J5FAz35D_JSo5rZBfA5AFJMw6qewzu75rH24nYxjg1G6k-hsqyI8/s3712/1950%20census%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1884" data-original-width="3712" height="173" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj786OxmwLO1VAG7ctJlBRkfZ8fBcEAJRMtf_683nqlZzkQExEggnrVYFk8PD33p9blQoETOk4U077L6VxvhJcsVmYytRrqNzWAUh1gEdAIaZ0lKls83oG57lOuxkGlYNzSza0U8Q0J5FAz35D_JSo5rZBfA5AFJMw6qewzu75rH24nYxjg1G6k-hsqyI8/w342-h173/1950%20census%20cropped.jpg" width="342" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1950 Pennsylvania Census<br />Ben Avon, Allegheny County<br />April 13, 1950</td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>222 1/2 Park Avenue</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Ben Avon, Pennsylvania</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Richards, S. M., Head, white, male, </b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">age 35, </b><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">married, born in Pennsylvania, worked 44 hours last week as a railroad trainman.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> </b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Richards, Dorothy C. Wife, </b></span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>white, female, </b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">age 35, </b><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">married, born in Pennsylvania, worked 40 hours last week as a secretary for a Packing Company.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Cooper, Dorothy M. Mother-in-Law, </b></span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>white, female, </b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">age 61, </b><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">widow, born in Pennsylvania.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> Dorothy M Stark Cooper had to answer additional questions on the census. She was living at this house in 1949, father born in Germany, mother born in France, finished eighth grade, did not work or earn any money in 1949, earned $200 in 1949 from other sources.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> Dorothy Wilma Cooper listed this as her address on her 1946 marriage license. She and her mother were living there then. </b><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> </b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjAzRi3jTr8zgruZj29H6zRhsz9UvYiLe1TGFfz6wtAxDFwpptn1dAItoo06ntRveFR1HUWIZOyEjglz0n1bZj4I6f1xfQhWd_3iONBAEzW9sJVppcye5j4GnS423hEeuRR_5U6IAqRNN1EcuY1yTQxi_ocQ4cqTjX79btpVIZfMtHreEXFo9qMDI_6BE/s1500/1952%20Cooper,%20Dorothy%20Stark.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1125" data-original-width="1500" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjAzRi3jTr8zgruZj29H6zRhsz9UvYiLe1TGFfz6wtAxDFwpptn1dAItoo06ntRveFR1HUWIZOyEjglz0n1bZj4I6f1xfQhWd_3iONBAEzW9sJVppcye5j4GnS423hEeuRR_5U6IAqRNN1EcuY1yTQxi_ocQ4cqTjX79btpVIZfMtHreEXFo9qMDI_6BE/s320/1952%20Cooper,%20Dorothy%20Stark.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><b> Dorothy Stark Cooper, my mother's Aunt Dorothy, was still keeping in touch sending my Mom a birth card when Ken was born. </b> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh49PV6wpSbpE2bf_e7xD2w2utV9hd-uQNAKLrdEu5GLqd5VEtXytLXSrHOjAranQsQLWnhWThQBZS-5PY2nKjg1UkRYjdRjtMxLfDLKSlczWjIBRTlNDqWUU3IS5OKqDzOX0G_ut3gmowQHnrCceCbRYsg6X0vvLTL9r_W8eFm6H3HQor7M3kG9GOGdpQ/s515/1964%20Obituary_of_Dorothy_Stark_Cooper%20The%20Pittsburgh%20Press%20Tues%20Jan%2028%201964%20page%2031.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="487" data-original-width="515" height="303" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh49PV6wpSbpE2bf_e7xD2w2utV9hd-uQNAKLrdEu5GLqd5VEtXytLXSrHOjAranQsQLWnhWThQBZS-5PY2nKjg1UkRYjdRjtMxLfDLKSlczWjIBRTlNDqWUU3IS5OKqDzOX0G_ut3gmowQHnrCceCbRYsg6X0vvLTL9r_W8eFm6H3HQor7M3kG9GOGdpQ/s320/1964%20Obituary_of_Dorothy_Stark_Cooper%20The%20Pittsburgh%20Press%20Tues%20Jan%2028%201964%20page%2031.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">The Pittsburgh Press<br />Tuesday, January 28, 1964<br />page 31</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWHIPRqhNqX_ZbsaX1OM6LrnbPcDsm8TWP30Nu_oozT6fDQHvDCTbNgi8gs4ozMPQygDrg4GXHLFcJsWQZNl6-gOR5kToK3Z6IVRUC8s_lKatiPLwIz7_IwMQpJbDsN46OoCfpVE6Rw9PhqS-5GkBkmcG7jWEUBPdUipjXtBgXjmOh4F2yni_TxFq8CCc/s2873/1964%20death%20certificate.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2756" data-original-width="2873" height="307" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWHIPRqhNqX_ZbsaX1OM6LrnbPcDsm8TWP30Nu_oozT6fDQHvDCTbNgi8gs4ozMPQygDrg4GXHLFcJsWQZNl6-gOR5kToK3Z6IVRUC8s_lKatiPLwIz7_IwMQpJbDsN46OoCfpVE6Rw9PhqS-5GkBkmcG7jWEUBPdUipjXtBgXjmOh4F2yni_TxFq8CCc/s320/1964%20death%20certificate.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> <b>Dorothy Marie Stark Cooper died on Sunday, January 26, 1964 at the age of seventy-five. Her death occurred at her daughter's, Dorothy Wilma Cooper Richards, home in McCandless Township, Pittsburgh, Allegheny County, Pennsylvania. Dorothy lived with her daughter from 1914 until her death. The house on Lindisfarne Drive is also where I visited with Dottie in 2004. </b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg592aMlstukBLgvVBFgEhL52Nmdpfegj1WnHCth1mn3hs8XVJSm18lJQPwluJYb0gx5BYflbtZCaq5A0kCiUZHVAiT-nX3tUOOdaJ2DUNL2OSdy2zO7HXrzbGshaaBaAOgLfMKqpmI5nrDtYEDNKF0kRF1rLDD44AL7BFwctF1kmfCgeeTFRVq4SbIMBM/s472/1964%20cooper,%20dorothy%20stark%20tombstone.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="416" data-original-width="472" height="282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg592aMlstukBLgvVBFgEhL52Nmdpfegj1WnHCth1mn3hs8XVJSm18lJQPwluJYb0gx5BYflbtZCaq5A0kCiUZHVAiT-nX3tUOOdaJ2DUNL2OSdy2zO7HXrzbGshaaBaAOgLfMKqpmI5nrDtYEDNKF0kRF1rLDD44AL7BFwctF1kmfCgeeTFRVq4SbIMBM/s320/1964%20cooper,%20dorothy%20stark%20tombstone.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> <b> <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/10932402/dorothy-maria-cooper">Dorothy </a>was buried beside her mother, <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/10932401/wilhelmine-catherine-stark">Wilhelmina Schwarz Stark</a> at Union Dale Cemetery on January 29, 1964</b>. <b>Her father, <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/10932398/charles-stark">Charles Stark </a>and sister, <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/10932404/lucy-wilma-munger">Lucy Stark Munger</a> are also buried in different sections at Union Dale.</b> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><u>Thoughts</u></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> <b>My grandaunt, Dorothy Marie Stark Cooper, is another of my mother's Stark family who I never met or heard of until I began my genealogy quest. She lived in the area near our house from 1960 until her death in 1964. I was seventeen when Dorothy died, and honestly as a teenager, I probably was not that interested; however, there was never any mention made by Mom or my grandmother. Dorothy was my grandmother's sister-in-law. </b></div></span></div><div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgovLRJy-zHKPaoyRme30Wv7bVaqwmgLZRc6gBEmPgA3qwe49B8-TQ4mT4Qz6nXqW20gAGWfyMAFRv-JKjmWJHgqu4za1mSrGLGhLbVV8yoZHlVm24ePKVULWtjHzWiOajpipJCKWxb_N86p0vtiJLWfAl798SUDKOoh1klwOD-iNqIBSq0GM6pD8mMNSE/s348/2004%20Feb%20or%20March%20Dorothy%20Cooper%20Richards.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="348" data-original-width="262" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgovLRJy-zHKPaoyRme30Wv7bVaqwmgLZRc6gBEmPgA3qwe49B8-TQ4mT4Qz6nXqW20gAGWfyMAFRv-JKjmWJHgqu4za1mSrGLGhLbVV8yoZHlVm24ePKVULWtjHzWiOajpipJCKWxb_N86p0vtiJLWfAl798SUDKOoh1klwOD-iNqIBSq0GM6pD8mMNSE/s320/2004%20Feb%20or%20March%20Dorothy%20Cooper%20Richards.jpg" width="241" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dorothy "Dottie" Wilma Cooper Richards</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> </span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Before her death in 2004, I had the pleasure of meeting Dorothy "Dottie" Wilma Cooper Richards. We spent a delightful afternoon at her home, which was not that far from our family home in the 1960-1981 and close to where my Dad was living at that time. Dottie shared numerous memories and photographs. She generously allowed me to take photos to have them copied. We exchanged letters and cards and she wrote additional family information. </b></span> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">******************************</div><div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>I jumped right into this blog with Dorothy's marriage and without any mention of her life before. I have covered her parents, my maternal great grandparents, Charles Stark and Wilhelmina Schwarz Stark in numerous blogs on Flipside. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrQrW_1Gw14Pi99AOJ9Aaxs3zmNzmqaIZ0LeXdAqfDKvONZa_eaG2Am0mrdrnN4mVU3TeeNiKMLJFx4dk2REb1k3zeX2bf177qIncaYKPLNXrPOWv2eA2lCVv-oMaof31NU5uf7hp1pPYRvsFrVCnW1YmJ_WDaVRaXRkjHO3e5Eo41yBTC2-VOpnCkKoA/s3102/1888%20birth%20document.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3102" data-original-width="2547" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrQrW_1Gw14Pi99AOJ9Aaxs3zmNzmqaIZ0LeXdAqfDKvONZa_eaG2Am0mrdrnN4mVU3TeeNiKMLJFx4dk2REb1k3zeX2bf177qIncaYKPLNXrPOWv2eA2lCVv-oMaof31NU5uf7hp1pPYRvsFrVCnW1YmJ_WDaVRaXRkjHO3e5Eo41yBTC2-VOpnCkKoA/s320/1888%20birth%20document.jpg" width="263" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"> Given name on birth document, Dora Maria Stark was born on December 14, 1888 at home, 357 East Street, Allegheny City, Pennsylvania (known known as the North Side of Pittsburgh). A year later the family moved to 250 Howard Street one street away from their previous address. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;"> </span></div></span></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjThkFcTMXe4wb4XZvcElq3BXzc81INo1-QgABo0fyDRKwsfw5DCzty33PNXO30ADMwLmMWwYlzK_8HSovHleR5rSnDPd3aiigf41Dg4jysR0QHHgVt7vXrODsJcG6P9SsOIxBng0eap1XObQbwupw-_3yRJERT2hZfCKh79ELrf1iJbGl8kA90gLLhibE/s2048/stark,%20walter,%20lucy,%20dorothy%20named.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1636" data-original-width="2048" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjThkFcTMXe4wb4XZvcElq3BXzc81INo1-QgABo0fyDRKwsfw5DCzty33PNXO30ADMwLmMWwYlzK_8HSovHleR5rSnDPd3aiigf41Dg4jysR0QHHgVt7vXrODsJcG6P9SsOIxBng0eap1XObQbwupw-_3yRJERT2hZfCKh79ELrf1iJbGl8kA90gLLhibE/s320/stark,%20walter,%20lucy,%20dorothy%20named.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dorothy with her siblings, <br />Alfred Walter Stark and Lucy Wilma Stark<br />circa 1889<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN4pGqpllXZ50NQZQRW0Yt_JSU-zyrb7hzX_SfET0Ulvlaitub96_xYJS2QR5zOOOYatCeopWYlSe9OnCzHro2K4jkMJOKCo3Mpo0oajajJSwzcom_-hQaBIJZPBvc5Ofm7e3YfZ9THmITRjWxJmbmv1zZhmyZNAetlHzyYOvmSC0gbunN3YMvWdyzwmc/s2048/1893%20stark,%20walter,%20lucy,%20dorothy2%20named.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1467" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN4pGqpllXZ50NQZQRW0Yt_JSU-zyrb7hzX_SfET0Ulvlaitub96_xYJS2QR5zOOOYatCeopWYlSe9OnCzHro2K4jkMJOKCo3Mpo0oajajJSwzcom_-hQaBIJZPBvc5Ofm7e3YfZ9THmITRjWxJmbmv1zZhmyZNAetlHzyYOvmSC0gbunN3YMvWdyzwmc/s320/1893%20stark,%20walter,%20lucy,%20dorothy2%20named.jpg" width="229" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>The Stark Family lived a very nice lifestyle until Charles was committed to a City Home in 1889. Dorothy (Dora) did not live a life of financial excess as she was young when her father died in 1895. A blog on<a href="http://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2021/01/part-1-charles-stark-and-wilhelmine.html"> Flipside </a>outlines this portion of Dorothy's father and the family's life. </b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Dorothy grew up in various homes in Avalon, Allegheny County, Pennsylvania with her mother until she married in 1912.</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"> </span></p><blockquote><span style="color: black;">I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU. All comments are welcome; however, if they are inappropriate, they will not be published. </span> <span style="color: black;">
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</div></div></div></div>Linda Hughes Hiserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05774876428039197357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559842070525209896.post-77934079240124908172023-09-29T11:16:00.002-04:002023-09-29T11:36:39.869-04:00Robert Bell Frederick, Sr. and Mary Alice Bradley Frederick<p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNB7O9jHCspr0czRJjazSm4SMHYdPSiPvDidauC8_2odnlna6aCPN-ztiMVZj97KJv6d1cwCwFLfZWK8mIysQ3zNTwYZeLFMeKYG6LMDNx2c2mBXK3RyZPzME86DAo4rTb7eWCutslovg/s500/Frederick+Family+Genealogy+graphic.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNB7O9jHCspr0czRJjazSm4SMHYdPSiPvDidauC8_2odnlna6aCPN-ztiMVZj97KJv6d1cwCwFLfZWK8mIysQ3zNTwYZeLFMeKYG6LMDNx2c2mBXK3RyZPzME86DAo4rTb7eWCutslovg/w234-h234/Frederick+Family+Genealogy+graphic.jpg" width="234" /></a></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2fOglmhvvRAqDtXeaXkQu-FtDGOCqqo9e7Fa6NaVCRkMACEtW_Tk1mW9Q8nROaBZq8PgOejXQ1z4q5KpVKoJwXFuckxK0ObTCkxXSGBFOvqJ81dg74KDIUxeGBRbdhtQzNKlWFr33JOw/s1540/1874+Frederick+Robert+Bell+birth+record.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="930" data-original-width="1540" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2fOglmhvvRAqDtXeaXkQu-FtDGOCqqo9e7Fa6NaVCRkMACEtW_Tk1mW9Q8nROaBZq8PgOejXQ1z4q5KpVKoJwXFuckxK0ObTCkxXSGBFOvqJ81dg74KDIUxeGBRbdhtQzNKlWFr33JOw/s320/1874+Frederick+Robert+Bell+birth+record.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Robert Bell Frederick, Sr. is my maternal granduncle. His birth record has the name of his older brother, William Walter Frederick attached to it. The above record is actually Robert's as Walter was born in 1871. I was able to locate the actual Columbiana County, Ohio Birth Record Book and Alfred Frederick did list the birth to William Walter. Robert Bell Frederick, was born on October 25, 1873 in Franklin Square, Columbiana County, Ohio to <a href="http://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2021/04/alfred-f-frederick-and-lucinda-bell-orr.html">Alfred F. Frederick and Lucinda Bell Orr Frederick</a>. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Robert grew up in Franklin Square, Columbiana and Salem, towns in Columbiana County, Ohio. His father was a brakeman with the P&LE railroad and was probably absent much of the week. Living in towns, Robert spent time with friends, in school and many of his relations lived nearby. His was not a rural life. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> A very important clue to Bob's middle name, which was always seen as an initial "B", was given to me by his daughter-in-law, Roxanne Anderson Frederick, wife to Robert B. Frederick, Jr. The "B" stood for Bell, an old family friend, and actually a relation. Bob's mother's middle name was also Bell. The Bell's were friends of Lucinda's mother, <a href="http://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2021/02/william-morland-orr-and-nancy-agnes.html">Nancy Agnes Cannon Orr McCormick</a>. Lucinda actually lived with the Bell's for a time after her father's death. <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/225756100/robert-bell">Robert Bell</a> and his wife, <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/42979422/dorothy-bell">Dorothy Betz Bell</a>, are enumerated under the Frederick's on the 1880 census. There is an extended story about them on <a href="http://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2021/04/alfred-f-frederick-and-lucinda-bell-orr.html">Alfred and Lucinda's blog</a>.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Roxanne's understanding was that there was a falling out between the two families and although Robert Bell Frederick had been named for Robert Bell, following the disagreement, only the initial "B" was utilized. No documents that I have seen show anything but the middle initial. Without Roxanne's clue, I would not known about the Bells.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> I want to note that Dorothy Betz Bell was a cousin to Alfred Frederick's mother, Mary Betz Frederick. it may have been at a family gathering that Alfred and Lucinda met for the first time.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb9bTSofuhThEWSfTONb_RzIS9lwvLRRWohpzbBs6JTa3NPm8YooIxRtcpyZXDV2lvYxcdct7mDF_p4dp0-IdjpuQzU7EtSdfzE7InyEp9m6Kf6654TwJhsarTYRf2tdOgTEeVEnKMU9c/s2048/1886+Frederick%252C+children+circa+1886+named.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1639" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb9bTSofuhThEWSfTONb_RzIS9lwvLRRWohpzbBs6JTa3NPm8YooIxRtcpyZXDV2lvYxcdct7mDF_p4dp0-IdjpuQzU7EtSdfzE7InyEp9m6Kf6654TwJhsarTYRf2tdOgTEeVEnKMU9c/s320/1886+Frederick%252C+children+circa+1886+named.jpg" width="320" /></a><br /><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDirIsYCa3DY8SWjY2R2B9tBXnV3vIpmBxIEuifyI60KT8SmMuHLZVuvPqzph_hYOaVHy_PEatFJ20bDmFJLDTBBFVTCe52N6ip0jbssrKTJ5SNrjbrrbSkI22wBeNaHIdR3pe9B0M060/s1374/1886+Robert+Bell+Frederick+cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1374" data-original-width="453" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDirIsYCa3DY8SWjY2R2B9tBXnV3vIpmBxIEuifyI60KT8SmMuHLZVuvPqzph_hYOaVHy_PEatFJ20bDmFJLDTBBFVTCe52N6ip0jbssrKTJ5SNrjbrrbSkI22wBeNaHIdR3pe9B0M060/s320/1886+Robert+Bell+Frederick+cropped.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Robert Bell Frederick<br />About age 13</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>As far as I have been able to find on the various genealogy websites, the few, precious photographs of the Frederick family from the late 1800's were saved by my maternal grandmother. This group photograph of the Frederick children is in my possession as are the original carte de visites and cabinet cards of parents, Alfred and Lucinda.</b></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU1nge8w6Xtyg_4b3ooBHwCQJNye9WnkaH9PT27l2kjmikhYbttjaCyUXrWyaB3w2kyJS4kMD-K9ldSzrJaIgrgqmwaKYC4sULUp6Zx926z6bJyu3pmuyVnHQ8KqyfHD5JfXnE9g3GBmE/s665/1892+Robert+Frederick+attended+a+social+The+Salem+Daily+News+-+29+Nov+1892+-+Page+3.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="125" data-original-width="665" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU1nge8w6Xtyg_4b3ooBHwCQJNye9WnkaH9PT27l2kjmikhYbttjaCyUXrWyaB3w2kyJS4kMD-K9ldSzrJaIgrgqmwaKYC4sULUp6Zx926z6bJyu3pmuyVnHQ8KqyfHD5JfXnE9g3GBmE/s320/1892+Robert+Frederick+attended+a+social+The+Salem+Daily+News+-+29+Nov+1892+-+Page+3.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Salem Daily News<br />Salem, Ohio<br /> November 29, 1892<br /> Page 3</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNYaCWjBUt5wQG6asy5DdVGDR4T3xgylocAn-O0Pis3omFW4BENvpS-4wQ1_P2TuiKHoypZ__72Brs_Jf9XxJkQEk4FyITotlTHgx1RtqDi1MeMMqop0zgYJxXZ27FvtwHhMRMl21KPkU/s737/1895+Securd+a+job+with+P%2526LE+The+Salem+Daily+News+-+24+Aug+1895+-+Page+3.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="737" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNYaCWjBUt5wQG6asy5DdVGDR4T3xgylocAn-O0Pis3omFW4BENvpS-4wQ1_P2TuiKHoypZ__72Brs_Jf9XxJkQEk4FyITotlTHgx1RtqDi1MeMMqop0zgYJxXZ27FvtwHhMRMl21KPkU/s320/1895+Securd+a+job+with+P%2526LE+The+Salem+Daily+News+-+24+Aug+1895+-+Page+3.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Salem Daily News<br />Salem, Ohio<br /> August 24, 1895<br /> Page 3</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGTkxsEGMd8ozcC2zCIQeTHaxpN0xj7U15i2ddDTRnXIHMVSVJBIwSBkzjxfySib-woh7gUboJ680i0VnxOHLXXTaNFzGWEDrvdM1ZGRfnRYkf8fgdtwWUmNEuDMq-kM7L0ZExl8qc1Zc/s721/1895+Robert+Frederick+visiting+with+mother+The+Salem+Daily+News+-+15+Oct+1895+-+Page+3.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="721" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGTkxsEGMd8ozcC2zCIQeTHaxpN0xj7U15i2ddDTRnXIHMVSVJBIwSBkzjxfySib-woh7gUboJ680i0VnxOHLXXTaNFzGWEDrvdM1ZGRfnRYkf8fgdtwWUmNEuDMq-kM7L0ZExl8qc1Zc/s320/1895+Robert+Frederick+visiting+with+mother+The+Salem+Daily+News+-+15+Oct+1895+-+Page+3.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Salem Daily News<br />Salem, Ohio<br /> October 15, 1895<br /> Page 3<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWpGBkc2bSdGYK1jfFlZRQHwqIgkkFxQFNXZIeNhtyPO855zgA7xQ9UJvDB73V-KfokprdsLuMplG7rhFTdK-Sy-HV1svQQQaDsOsir_NIO2z2G2zitEEbQtxOmj2NQ7AL7caqriZGyaI/s727/1896+Robert+Frederick+returned+from+Pittsburgh+The+Salem+Daily+News+-+11+Feb+1896+-+Page+5.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="139" data-original-width="727" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWpGBkc2bSdGYK1jfFlZRQHwqIgkkFxQFNXZIeNhtyPO855zgA7xQ9UJvDB73V-KfokprdsLuMplG7rhFTdK-Sy-HV1svQQQaDsOsir_NIO2z2G2zitEEbQtxOmj2NQ7AL7caqriZGyaI/s320/1896+Robert+Frederick+returned+from+Pittsburgh+The+Salem+Daily+News+-+11+Feb+1896+-+Page+5.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Salem Daily News<br />Salem, Ohio<br /> February 11, 1896<br />Page 5</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHRmjSJRK8lrb5R99JGaboWXRSsyNy1YvuwyV4EvnCXXasONSp_rMbOpW8bqXGJChe6A85e49uzDmd_RCuT5aT9Vzt4LJegTxl40fGpre-VkcdvPtbGgccRjThFQkBHcH_9YAv59Iu8l0/s710/1896+Robert+Frederick+to+Alliance+OH+The+Salem+Daily+News+-+18+Mar+1896+-+Page+5.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="710" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHRmjSJRK8lrb5R99JGaboWXRSsyNy1YvuwyV4EvnCXXasONSp_rMbOpW8bqXGJChe6A85e49uzDmd_RCuT5aT9Vzt4LJegTxl40fGpre-VkcdvPtbGgccRjThFQkBHcH_9YAv59Iu8l0/s320/1896+Robert+Frederick+to+Alliance+OH+The+Salem+Daily+News+-+18+Mar+1896+-+Page+5.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> The Salem Daily News<br />Salem, Ohio<br /> March 18, 1896<br />Page 5</td></tr></tbody></table><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB7Zr82QRoxCylQXgd73MVycKyeE2n-jTkt5gGKhrD16t4G7c-ar5-rHx3aP7ax_Qr2Mn5ViOXjEuW4aSZxrJviLdCO5WBWIrh1DkwCAP9BxBYw_rzklM0vC67AQDJC-nVj3uZ-SP71j0/s723/1896+Robert+Frederick+returned+from+Allianc+OH+The+Salem+Daily+News+-+20+Mar+1896+-+Page+5.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="132" data-original-width="723" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB7Zr82QRoxCylQXgd73MVycKyeE2n-jTkt5gGKhrD16t4G7c-ar5-rHx3aP7ax_Qr2Mn5ViOXjEuW4aSZxrJviLdCO5WBWIrh1DkwCAP9BxBYw_rzklM0vC67AQDJC-nVj3uZ-SP71j0/s320/1896+Robert+Frederick+returned+from+Allianc+OH+The+Salem+Daily+News+-+20+Mar+1896+-+Page+5.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Salem Daily News<br />Salem, Ohio<br /> March 20, 1896<br />Page 5</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFuuVBhN8tAfT5A7g6WpoII_NG5jGZmFl3NPQxhrxLAHZuUKCwYk_xJVmgpYyns4Vbv4Gyt3ZLRL_74SO3S8tIhyL4CUc9Lf7F8RXSvmQIiPNxx-ftO0LocB-c84GlD1l8Oooteec9N5E/s699/1897+Robert+Frederick+of+Pittsburgh+home+on+visit+The+Salem+Daily+News+-+30+Mar+1897+-+Page+5.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="130" data-original-width="699" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFuuVBhN8tAfT5A7g6WpoII_NG5jGZmFl3NPQxhrxLAHZuUKCwYk_xJVmgpYyns4Vbv4Gyt3ZLRL_74SO3S8tIhyL4CUc9Lf7F8RXSvmQIiPNxx-ftO0LocB-c84GlD1l8Oooteec9N5E/s320/1897+Robert+Frederick+of+Pittsburgh+home+on+visit+The+Salem+Daily+News+-+30+Mar+1897+-+Page+5.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Salem Daily News<br />Salem, Ohio<br /> March 30, 1897<br />Page 5</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Someone, probably Lucinda, Robert's mother, must have had a direct line to The Salem Daily News. Unfortunately, he is the only Frederick sibling who was mentioned in articles. I have used the last article, as well as one mentioning Lucinda in Salem visiting from McKees Rocks, Pennsylvania, both dated in March, 1897 as the year the entire family had moved to the Pittsburgh area. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHy3ZFeV9p8DEOj6KwNcL-w92cMnaU9FT2LmR-mF2xvczePyVreMSJDDZBJYot2hUUQ-qmix6AMzjSnj8lTLKOQyvVYJjcpjy8_ACTUZUNrgzmFRKvl9xgG8gHjMBK8k9d7B9tRGfVWco/s3131/1900+census+for+Alfred+Frederick+Family+copped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1005" data-original-width="3131" height="110" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHy3ZFeV9p8DEOj6KwNcL-w92cMnaU9FT2LmR-mF2xvczePyVreMSJDDZBJYot2hUUQ-qmix6AMzjSnj8lTLKOQyvVYJjcpjy8_ACTUZUNrgzmFRKvl9xgG8gHjMBK8k9d7B9tRGfVWco/w342-h110/1900+census+for+Alfred+Frederick+Family+copped.jpg" width="342" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1900 Pennsylvania Federal Census<br />Esplen Brough, Allegheny County<br />June 7, 1900</td></tr></tbody></table><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Robert is enumerated with his parents on the 1900 Pennsylvania census. His birth is listed as September 1873, age 26, born in Ohio and employed as a flagman for the railroad. By 1900, his father, Alfred had lost a leg in a train accident, one older brother, Walter had died of typhoid fever, his other older brother Albert had married and his older sister, Edna had married. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> The Frederick's were living in the borough of Esplen, next to McKees Rocks, Allegheny County, Pennsylvania. The P&LE ran along the Ohio River through Esplen and McKees Rocks.. Both Robert and his father were employed by the P&LE.</b></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDX0QtVkzzxQU1n4Acqz3DvXRV1Spmt4bY0QR7ogJLKy8zUvAPDvWuatC3UBpe1nr55P6nLD_Z7AjtkNEK_7DsW6xrD-eaD3vEd33MROhEFxngFx5zg91yxLMQm2ETYyIvZL4smq2kVE0/s324/flagman.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="324" data-original-width="300" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDX0QtVkzzxQU1n4Acqz3DvXRV1Spmt4bY0QR7ogJLKy8zUvAPDvWuatC3UBpe1nr55P6nLD_Z7AjtkNEK_7DsW6xrD-eaD3vEd33MROhEFxngFx5zg91yxLMQm2ETYyIvZL4smq2kVE0/w200-h216/flagman.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Railroad Flagman<br /><a href="http://www.usgennet.org/usa/ne/topic/railroads/job.html">The Iron Road</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Robert, by age 26, had worked his way up to flagman, which was a senior brakeman. He could read, had not been killed in an accident and was competent. He picked up the orders at each station, collected fares from passengers riding in a car on a freight train. The flagman would also be on the tracks waving a flag ahead of a train that had stopped due to an issue, to warn oncoming trains.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZiStqpmTh-9IEFEiTv8JWG8nJYLTsu0SUR2qeNEvAh4Op6kHyc5u7Pe25JTtVEJblOhmBVL-k7hqy2aq5DdvJnDdpKeWzGoOjuoaiDC6muiZU4JmmbZq0u5h6fIT0oBzPPa_ZY4yHElo/s603/1904+Pittsburgh+City+Directory+cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="118" data-original-width="603" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZiStqpmTh-9IEFEiTv8JWG8nJYLTsu0SUR2qeNEvAh4Op6kHyc5u7Pe25JTtVEJblOhmBVL-k7hqy2aq5DdvJnDdpKeWzGoOjuoaiDC6muiZU4JmmbZq0u5h6fIT0oBzPPa_ZY4yHElo/s320/1904+Pittsburgh+City+Directory+cropped.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1904 Pittsburgh City Directory<br />Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p> <b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">The Fredericks had moved into the City of Pittsburgh by 1904. Robert is listed in the directory under his sister, Martha </span><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;">(my maternal grandmother)</span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">. Both are at home with Alfred and Lucinda, 5125 Liberty Avenue. Robert is not listed with a job. Perhaps he is no longer with the railroad and looking for other employment.</span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlTGl1dluZGqfUqEqH31gl1luPOnwEObYueyycdL6U7KETIvZYkOAycXWzm9dRruuhUpcTIxGNhRrhA9yF6JYz7Ky2IRh8lwmZmGz9YYdBqXDtcRRtLSNPoQHX8X_IdOPT9xipqiDtFkY/s2048/1906+Marriage+Certificate+Robert+B.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1541" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlTGl1dluZGqfUqEqH31gl1luPOnwEObYueyycdL6U7KETIvZYkOAycXWzm9dRruuhUpcTIxGNhRrhA9yF6JYz7Ky2IRh8lwmZmGz9YYdBqXDtcRRtLSNPoQHX8X_IdOPT9xipqiDtFkY/s320/1906+Marriage+Certificate+Robert+B.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>United in Marriage thirty two year old Robert B. Frederick and twenty five year old Mary Alice Bradley on June 20, 1906 by Thomas Jefferson Danner, Rector at S. John's Protestant Episcopal Church, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. </b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ4YfD9cnj0XD7uIdCBHRUq0AodbJRQfNRpRxu82fwnacqZirTmrjYPGpTg5PFW_wHsczNYT1gB3oMdCRA7I_bzLUtnQW7dGqPmvOHy2xQrXZRY5z5xBK_igTgaWE4cF1zNrP9qwDGkOw/s2048/1906+Marriage+Certificate1+Robert+B.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1521" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ4YfD9cnj0XD7uIdCBHRUq0AodbJRQfNRpRxu82fwnacqZirTmrjYPGpTg5PFW_wHsczNYT1gB3oMdCRA7I_bzLUtnQW7dGqPmvOHy2xQrXZRY5z5xBK_igTgaWE4cF1zNrP9qwDGkOw/s320/1906+Marriage+Certificate1+Robert+B.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>A second marriage record for Robert and Mary Alice. This one was of interest to me as my maternal grandmother, Martha M. Frederick, signed as a witness to the wedding. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Copies of these two documents were sent to me back in 1994 by Roxanne Anderson Frederick, wife of Robert B. Frederick, Jr.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Mary Alice Bradley Frederick was born on October 1, 1880 in Pittsburgh, Allegheny County, Pennsylvania. She was the daughter of <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/90793089/william-bradley">William Bradley</a> and <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/90793064/mary-elizabeth-bradley">Mary Elizabeth Pickering Bradley</a>. Interestingly, the Bradley Family also lived on River Avenue in Esplen, Pennsylvania in 1900 not far from the Fredericks. My mother referred to her aunt as Aunt Alice.</b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Xf4PsxHk8nhpWQlYKo-H_z8VQjYSerFrtWnemh5YBJfBdzNA884NvpAfdSnL1LD8drzev5fGjS6RH-Vp8BgPhCUfV7yVWE3u1lsLlUCW_vBOWJCFx3D5xQWsbR8bXgbaBMEc0Cw1cEM/s2048/1907+William+Walter+Frederick+birth+certificate.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1779" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Xf4PsxHk8nhpWQlYKo-H_z8VQjYSerFrtWnemh5YBJfBdzNA884NvpAfdSnL1LD8drzev5fGjS6RH-Vp8BgPhCUfV7yVWE3u1lsLlUCW_vBOWJCFx3D5xQWsbR8bXgbaBMEc0Cw1cEM/s320/1907+William+Walter+Frederick+birth+certificate.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Bob and Alice welcomed their first child, a son, William Walter Frederick who was born on April 9, 1907 in Ben Avon, Allegheny County, Pennsylvania. The family lived on Monitor Avenue. Bob is listed as an assistant traffic manager. I'm not certain if this employment is with the railroad or another company. My guess is that Bob and Alice named their son after Bob's brother, <a href="http://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2021/05/william-walter-frederick.html">William Walter Frederick</a>, who died in 1899.</b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCfz5_nKB-h5HU7eO64rdiTHs5YQ2zlZkgsm6Dj_O_wZWHk0NnJnnaDCdcgb0ocXsMtmXi9LmkRFeoRQkR88vVIg1RD7kzT7aBGhpKHpk_PTNwE84WVNz6JZ8oSfbWvZttUqe5YtO_Lbs/s2048/1907+Frederick+William+Walter+baptism+certificate+1907.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1377" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCfz5_nKB-h5HU7eO64rdiTHs5YQ2zlZkgsm6Dj_O_wZWHk0NnJnnaDCdcgb0ocXsMtmXi9LmkRFeoRQkR88vVIg1RD7kzT7aBGhpKHpk_PTNwE84WVNz6JZ8oSfbWvZttUqe5YtO_Lbs/s320/1907+Frederick+William+Walter+baptism+certificate+1907.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Another document shared by Roxanne Anderson Frederick. The baptism of William Walter Frederick, first child of Robert and Alice Frederick. The service was performed by Thomas Jefferson Danner, Rector of St. John's Methodist Episcopal Church, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.</b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifWJl7hKFpqjkGW-OEALl_xVmNQRmy7ozyYiGR5U-gDAcLDZtZEoo5YlRZ3gf0Ag3q6xHNWIHc9wNHRBOwAHbtbSEQ68-20J8E2hOPW9jRMNo1UWUR6mZLU4Q1sMpabUZsa3rWv1W6ZKo/s2048/1909+Death+certificate.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2020" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifWJl7hKFpqjkGW-OEALl_xVmNQRmy7ozyYiGR5U-gDAcLDZtZEoo5YlRZ3gf0Ag3q6xHNWIHc9wNHRBOwAHbtbSEQ68-20J8E2hOPW9jRMNo1UWUR6mZLU4Q1sMpabUZsa3rWv1W6ZKo/s320/1909+Death+certificate.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>On May 29, 1909, two year old, William Walter Frederick died at home, 14 Monitor Avenue, Ben Avon, Allegheny County, Pennsylvania. He was buried in <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/90894620/william-walter-frederick">Homewood Cemetery</a>, Pittsburgh, Allegheny County, Pennsylvania. </b></span> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6H7Md_VvHvlRqlaxRVK-G6BFH8U3wS6XHZZjQRm35fSUmCbTN0D5Iu8I9LQ4s-a-V5V7yk2UzpdDiJJKFeli4yp6itMWLwP-Yq5G-VZfMPsVQe60HFWedeyw8Sbi5Z_y7WRy1mU2DQzI/s2048/1909+birth+certificate.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1777" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6H7Md_VvHvlRqlaxRVK-G6BFH8U3wS6XHZZjQRm35fSUmCbTN0D5Iu8I9LQ4s-a-V5V7yk2UzpdDiJJKFeli4yp6itMWLwP-Yq5G-VZfMPsVQe60HFWedeyw8Sbi5Z_y7WRy1mU2DQzI/s320/1909+birth+certificate.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Four months after the death of their firstborn, the Frederick's welcomed a second son, Donald Bradley Frederick on September 21, 1909. He was born at home, 416 Forest Avenue, Avalon, Allegheny County, Pennsylvania. The Frederick's moved from Ben Avon during the summer. Checking Google maps, there is not a listing for Forest Avenue in Avalon today. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHHRIv5WthH_zuqKgbg0aY1BKaTj-HKbG6rysTYpuVDDaJNlDcg5lXbACa6zqzCrftpFX4q1dh2L4HyUCt04O5TZXi0GVcDYXDXGkgSImIrlyx7KQo40suTJiewbHSLAY035q8B5cQepE/s1100/1880+brakeman.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1100" data-original-width="790" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHHRIv5WthH_zuqKgbg0aY1BKaTj-HKbG6rysTYpuVDDaJNlDcg5lXbACa6zqzCrftpFX4q1dh2L4HyUCt04O5TZXi0GVcDYXDXGkgSImIrlyx7KQo40suTJiewbHSLAY035q8B5cQepE/s320/1880+brakeman.jpg" /></a></p> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Bob is listed as a <a href="https://neversinkmuseum.org/articles/the-life-of-a-brakeman/">brakeman</a> with the railroad, the same dangerous work his father performed before he lost a leg. With the advent of air brakes, the job became less treacherous.</b></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTmKuLaGCka6N3oKw5DgtaiMdl1686jPtB1pnN8GDgMHo_D_05GfNpSJsQDuY8cgPy1-qk1Tk1WIaZa1lEj3lKA40iWczRqhq6bKsCeCEc9ngESkHqlIMz2KDOdjWEmL9-wxUFfqzWrwM/s2141/1909+Jackson.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2141" data-original-width="1333" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTmKuLaGCka6N3oKw5DgtaiMdl1686jPtB1pnN8GDgMHo_D_05GfNpSJsQDuY8cgPy1-qk1Tk1WIaZa1lEj3lKA40iWczRqhq6bKsCeCEc9ngESkHqlIMz2KDOdjWEmL9-wxUFfqzWrwM/s320/1909+Jackson.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">67 Jackson<br />Bellevue, Pennsylvania</td></tr></tbody></table><br /> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Between the birth of their son, Donald in September and the death of Bob's mother, <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/14844676/lucinda-bell-frederick">Lucinda Bell Orr Frederick</a>, on December 15, 1909, Bob and Alice moved into 67 Jackson in Bellevue, Pennsylvania.</b></span><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq_VpLbKxL8J3fxzuFfgeI0kv1yEKIWKKxYaICsevhyphenhyphenYyb2wdmGcSCzI6_hP1H4SojIs5i2otuocAD9AnnhLQfIXODfM-BHlrqs8yUetBXxOuNrXDRrYRzxjJ_-0AqmMao5Zjx4OLq3gA/s3594/1910+census+cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="708" data-original-width="3594" height="74" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq_VpLbKxL8J3fxzuFfgeI0kv1yEKIWKKxYaICsevhyphenhyphenYyb2wdmGcSCzI6_hP1H4SojIs5i2otuocAD9AnnhLQfIXODfM-BHlrqs8yUetBXxOuNrXDRrYRzxjJ_-0AqmMao5Zjx4OLq3gA/w376-h74/1910+census+cropped.jpg" width="376" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1910 Pennsylvania Federal Census<br />Bellevue, Allegheny County<br />May 2, 1910</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Robert B. Frederick, head, age 31, married one time, married 3 years, born in Ohio, both parents born in Ohio, employed as a conductor with the railroad, renting a house at 67 Jackson, Bellevue, Pennsylvania.</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Mary A. Frederick, wife, age 26, married one time, married 3 years, mother of 2 children, 1 living, born in Pennsylvania, father born in England, mother born in Pennsylvania.</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Donald B. Frederick, son, age 6/12, born in Pennsylvania, father born in Ohio, mother born in Ohio.</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Alfred F. Frederick, father, age 73, widower, born in Ohio, father's birth is unknown, mother born in Germany, employed as a switchman with the railroad.</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">Martha M. Frederick </span><b style="color: red; font-family: inherit;">(my maternal grandmother)</b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>,</b></span><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"> </span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">sister, age 30, single, born in Ohio, both parents born in Ohio, employed as a stenographer with a bridge company.</span></span></div><div><span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRhYB40PYxUTpjACrGtikTiFSObf4bez8oqFwmeTdOdiw7Dxg46fE9GivexW3K4u1Ab7p3T0ZCtl5uF6IW5-DCJYRbTm8lvo8BYX0layigrOWB_2TYt_TLfMeU4ikVDr_4s1yDeWZdyKA/s499/1910+conductor+of+train.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="499" data-original-width="394" height="237" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRhYB40PYxUTpjACrGtikTiFSObf4bez8oqFwmeTdOdiw7Dxg46fE9GivexW3K4u1Ab7p3T0ZCtl5uF6IW5-DCJYRbTm8lvo8BYX0layigrOWB_2TYt_TLfMeU4ikVDr_4s1yDeWZdyKA/w187-h237/1910+conductor+of+train.jpg" width="187" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700;"> </span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Bob is now the head of the household. His widowed father and sister are living in the house. Bob is employed as a conductor with the railroad and note his father, Alfred F. Frederick, at age seventy three, is still working. </b></span> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPv585ovKu5lP0WIa2RwItfOPr2vxghGeRe01ZUB7zUkxsJ9-1693UTKNNY8tfZ0Wd6bG5OCCMPG5zBP41AimjXBzSNzhJZDpLxp3JSST00uoT5JNBoQ_2AYJtUBcI8vrrJODqBXUMsJM/s1842/1911+180+Kendall.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1842" data-original-width="878" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPv585ovKu5lP0WIa2RwItfOPr2vxghGeRe01ZUB7zUkxsJ9-1693UTKNNY8tfZ0Wd6bG5OCCMPG5zBP41AimjXBzSNzhJZDpLxp3JSST00uoT5JNBoQ_2AYJtUBcI8vrrJODqBXUMsJM/s320/1911+180+Kendall.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">180 Kendall<br />Bellevue, Pennsylvania</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikj9p0S0QRaAnNxdKjSurduOEwkAmdtv_TFdQ0PG4krRdalv340bhKQaOhBSKG6v3iaR5hhzaD_LYiyE_aOgwxIjpIu9hRFVumDsg-V9Zd8E67hGjCbBXIJAdrX3LCuH0OtUUI8azz6Go/s2048/1911+birth+certificate.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1828" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikj9p0S0QRaAnNxdKjSurduOEwkAmdtv_TFdQ0PG4krRdalv340bhKQaOhBSKG6v3iaR5hhzaD_LYiyE_aOgwxIjpIu9hRFVumDsg-V9Zd8E67hGjCbBXIJAdrX3LCuH0OtUUI8azz6Go/s320/1911+birth+certificate.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></span></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Robert Bell Frederick, Jr. was born on December 2, 1911 in Bellevue, Allegheny County, Pennsylvania. The family was living at 180 Kendall in Bellevue. Bob is listed as a car clerk. I have no idea what that is--a conductor a new job?</b></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglPacJw2qPY2dMel26mLPAmVGUXNZb0YidNcNMXy3XwUrWCxEZH3WsmLV9TusSH5ZhMZjxe3e_fxxss4Gg0NYiBNa6u3nJuPKkId9BZ_pyEgZES2DerJxMQHVCCm1G3SR-vF9lsHrLGwE/s503/1912+Pittsbugh+City+Directory+cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="55" data-original-width="503" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglPacJw2qPY2dMel26mLPAmVGUXNZb0YidNcNMXy3XwUrWCxEZH3WsmLV9TusSH5ZhMZjxe3e_fxxss4Gg0NYiBNa6u3nJuPKkId9BZ_pyEgZES2DerJxMQHVCCm1G3SR-vF9lsHrLGwE/s320/1912+Pittsbugh+City+Directory+cropped.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1912 Pittsburgh City Directory<br />page 550</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>The 1912 Pittsburgh City Directory answered my question as to where Robert Frederick was working when his son was born in 1911. The address in the directory is his work address for <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heyl_%26_Patterson_Inc.">Heyl & Patterson, Inc.</a>, the company where he worked until his retirement.</b></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdFPZ9ibu27Wk0FXgOdvDTDU3DPvdt0PEFWw0vF7FJ8PJFyIwejFSzShabpzs26ioaB0b64MJECwyS8UlLyVoJTady45X_jvRPjoj5vaePgwYJP6lTHeakTeb9YUNGyAhD8YBzP_vcbwc/s2657/1918+318+McKinley.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2657" data-original-width="1799" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdFPZ9ibu27Wk0FXgOdvDTDU3DPvdt0PEFWw0vF7FJ8PJFyIwejFSzShabpzs26ioaB0b64MJECwyS8UlLyVoJTady45X_jvRPjoj5vaePgwYJP6lTHeakTeb9YUNGyAhD8YBzP_vcbwc/s320/1918+318+McKinley.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">318 McKinleyAvenue<br />Avalon, Pennsylvania</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDg7FR4kL_KY2Z7E3780K8NFL0yRSnGckgbheMcjWMoLzt6RdcFsEMonDYPGv_WbiBEcSM9zwGPKjkLOQFsDurgvRqkzM_Bs5HuBirdaoK-iRMreuO-j4mJ4Zz1ujQU8fuK5oh0q8ItbY/s1304/1918+WWI+draft+registration.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="1304" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDg7FR4kL_KY2Z7E3780K8NFL0yRSnGckgbheMcjWMoLzt6RdcFsEMonDYPGv_WbiBEcSM9zwGPKjkLOQFsDurgvRqkzM_Bs5HuBirdaoK-iRMreuO-j4mJ4Zz1ujQU8fuK5oh0q8ItbY/s320/1918+WWI+draft+registration.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">World War I Draft Registration<br />September 12, 1918</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWvbOaJNvrG9xi3xgqVfQ6ua3zZhvzatflit93guZEsobS6BbDB3_kebWGre3dcvfu-MrfOpoLS0ifm2K3idZbYXXV4dqInaEOnA31xYkPZmQavEwmdKlpTZFmYS244YClXFABfY-s6QY/s3783/1920+census+cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="831" data-original-width="3783" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWvbOaJNvrG9xi3xgqVfQ6ua3zZhvzatflit93guZEsobS6BbDB3_kebWGre3dcvfu-MrfOpoLS0ifm2K3idZbYXXV4dqInaEOnA31xYkPZmQavEwmdKlpTZFmYS244YClXFABfY-s6QY/s320/1920+census+cropped.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1920 Pennsylvania Federal Census<br />Avalon, Allegheny County<br />January 1, 1920</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>318 McKinley Avenue</b></span><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Avalon, Pennsylvania</b></span><br /><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Robert B. Frederick, head, married, age 46, born in Ohio, both parents born in Ohio, employed as a traffic manager for a contracting engineer, renting the house at 318 McKinley Avenue, Avalon, Pennsylvania.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Mary A. Frederick, wife, married, age 39, born in Pennsylvania, father born in England, mother born in Pennsylvania.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Donald B. Frederick, son, single, age 10, born in Pennsylvania, father born in Ohio, mother born in Pennsylvania.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Robert B. Frederick, son, single, age 8, born in Pennsylvania, father born in Ohio, mother born in Pennsylvania,.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><span style="color: #38761d;">Alfred Frederick, father, widowed, age 83, born in Ohio, both parents born in the United States. </span><span style="color: red;">My maternal great grandfather.</span></b></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkuS2QoJ0Pvj6L7077WhIiSqAvAKV77MFD5C2ePKH0Hzv_BWEx9dehN9KHSQ38QKPnTloN7AeJsLDUuq-Da4bQuI-MbVCAxET80kVQf_CJJlai0Ij2RI2DbKNXPXVpflIqkHThuRS6aLw/s1004/1922+Frederick%252C+Donald+and+cousin+Martha+Jean+Stark+1922.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1004" data-original-width="690" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkuS2QoJ0Pvj6L7077WhIiSqAvAKV77MFD5C2ePKH0Hzv_BWEx9dehN9KHSQ38QKPnTloN7AeJsLDUuq-Da4bQuI-MbVCAxET80kVQf_CJJlai0Ij2RI2DbKNXPXVpflIqkHThuRS6aLw/s320/1922+Frederick%252C+Donald+and+cousin+Martha+Jean+Stark+1922.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Donald Bradley Frederick</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXC1okqnGhVvYymabORo0RiY7CikdKKp5hneLjl-z0g_2EkhCI50xbBWui6C_pmDLnGPFBJ4uDxkUuc2HjTq163o4bFdBZ0j6z_SXoEtU4y5Q3Qk6Jb9ekWbQBDnyxZfLovot6lK4Cy74/s998/1922+Frederick%252C+Robert+B.%252C+Jr.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="708" data-original-width="998" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXC1okqnGhVvYymabORo0RiY7CikdKKp5hneLjl-z0g_2EkhCI50xbBWui6C_pmDLnGPFBJ4uDxkUuc2HjTq163o4bFdBZ0j6z_SXoEtU4y5Q3Qk6Jb9ekWbQBDnyxZfLovot6lK4Cy74/s320/1922+Frederick%252C+Robert+B.%252C+Jr.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Robert Bell Frederick, Jr.</td></tr></tbody></table> <div> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>From the photo files of my maternal grandmother, Martha Marie Frederick Stark. Her two nephews holding her daughter (my mother), Martha Jean Stark. Circa 1922.</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFSpQf6xBDuE7euGsXmA6QNqBpe-b3DXOLFjTruc5vse-VPVGGbMXJJ7ehleol9p_cIRoyQglwKZpueRfek2Yz19dk6mie4XOfcH5zwJ-15hslePOqtSEN-Q6S8G24sytjtKXQk55f5C0/s2403/1930+723+Taylor+Avenue%252C+Avalon.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2403" data-original-width="1949" height="284" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFSpQf6xBDuE7euGsXmA6QNqBpe-b3DXOLFjTruc5vse-VPVGGbMXJJ7ehleol9p_cIRoyQglwKZpueRfek2Yz19dk6mie4XOfcH5zwJ-15hslePOqtSEN-Q6S8G24sytjtKXQk55f5C0/w231-h284/1930+723+Taylor+Avenue%252C+Avalon.jpg" width="231" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">732 Taylor Avenue<br />Avalon, Pennsylvania</td></tr></tbody></table><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5iw68-FIovIUwCuIFwBQONBOGEaXrxFp_5b99UiXpjRrRRF-QfKDBHds5_DAyOkv0vasbTTXSd9FIes1Sg5fSrmD2iagV-IxvQMvAzpIJtnv3E8TrQ4BADZI2-3FIWLTXxjtbJNylOjM/s3684/1930+census+cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="666" data-original-width="3684" height="76" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5iw68-FIovIUwCuIFwBQONBOGEaXrxFp_5b99UiXpjRrRRF-QfKDBHds5_DAyOkv0vasbTTXSd9FIes1Sg5fSrmD2iagV-IxvQMvAzpIJtnv3E8TrQ4BADZI2-3FIWLTXxjtbJNylOjM/w364-h76/1930+census+cropped.jpg" width="364" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1930 Pennsylvania Federal Census<br />Avalon, Allegheny County<br />April 2, 1930<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></td></tr></tbody></table><p style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;">Robert B. Frederick, head, owns a radio, age 56, married, age at first marriage 32, born in Ohio, both parents born in Ohio, employed as a traffic manager at construction engineers, rents a house at 732 Taylor Avenue.</b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Mary A. Frederick, wife, age 49, married, age at first marriage 25, born in Pennsylvania, father born in England, mother born in Pennsylvania.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Donald B. Frederick, son, age 20, single, born in Pennsylvania, father born in Ohio, mother born in Pennsylvania, accountant at sheet tin manufacturer.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Robert B. Frederick, son, age 18, single, born in Pennsylvania, father born in Ohio, mother born in Pennsylvania, filing at steam railroad.</b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGIHFmkFxtcQB1Dlq9MveSsNOVTHNaZep4B-qTSZvPsn-ujCOmkhu2fYhRsW4ys51YFIRXD_MAXhLjWAdsGQOB4xZjOdAk9xg_yENBooHHhaEpbT3MBdsRv48jDjXpbh4td4d1NA5_INg/s1620/1937+marriage+record.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="693" data-original-width="1620" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGIHFmkFxtcQB1Dlq9MveSsNOVTHNaZep4B-qTSZvPsn-ujCOmkhu2fYhRsW4ys51YFIRXD_MAXhLjWAdsGQOB4xZjOdAk9xg_yENBooHHhaEpbT3MBdsRv48jDjXpbh4td4d1NA5_INg/s320/1937+marriage+record.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsV44QPFYo1ke0lAH-SGqO62cIhAQy81W8NbacdLw91DDJs6RO9p1mGwVCav-5itTVq_iYz7Wj-tS2nvXkHAXEubWQOEWV8k-e1dOhy6ZdI2koC7-43oNelF0oVHzgFOy1iIvktz2oul8/s1016/1937+Donald+Frederick+and+Grace+Hunter+Pittsburgh+Post-Gazette+-+15+May+1937+-+Page+12.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1016" data-original-width="756" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsV44QPFYo1ke0lAH-SGqO62cIhAQy81W8NbacdLw91DDJs6RO9p1mGwVCav-5itTVq_iYz7Wj-tS2nvXkHAXEubWQOEWV8k-e1dOhy6ZdI2koC7-43oNelF0oVHzgFOy1iIvktz2oul8/s320/1937+Donald+Frederick+and+Grace+Hunter+Pittsburgh+Post-Gazette+-+15+May+1937+-+Page+12.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pittsburgh Post-Gazette<br />Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania<br /> May 15, 1937<br />Page 12</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> On May 14, 1937, twenty seven year old Donald Bradley Fredrick married thirty year old Grace Olive Hunter. Grace was born on August 14, 1906 in Millvale, Allegheny County, Pennsylvania. She was the daughter of <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/14914616/harry-hunter">Harry Hunter</a> and <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/14914621/elsie-dora-hunter">Elsie Dora Nicely Hunter</a>.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> A few days shy of two years later, Don and Grace welcomed their first child and Bob and Mary's first grandchild, </b></span> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Donna Lynn Frederick.</b></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkScO32KG0FSNl-DhsGLl_CuR4lXTJAUkrMg1jJztP8P8mRzoLgAvdJVupjgOkNnaBlNjim5nWnBEWrF1F_SqJ9Ln6lWB5LZ0FEvzKBOBIwXscCD5HWdrcnP_INIqN827q6nG_2IOKJLQ/s392/1937+engagement+The+Pittsburgh+Press+-+30+Nov+1937+-+Page+28.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="200" data-original-width="392" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkScO32KG0FSNl-DhsGLl_CuR4lXTJAUkrMg1jJztP8P8mRzoLgAvdJVupjgOkNnaBlNjim5nWnBEWrF1F_SqJ9Ln6lWB5LZ0FEvzKBOBIwXscCD5HWdrcnP_INIqN827q6nG_2IOKJLQ/s320/1937+engagement+The+Pittsburgh+Press+-+30+Nov+1937+-+Page+28.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Pittsburgh Press<br />Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania<br /> November 30, 1937<br />Page 28<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqCAVotzoDIQa9sP4jTGcED9Hu9-wwVIMCN31XC79h5p54z-lbQMaODUkf4ArC39mUq_qsqeADfu1_Nw29_cowsiwCdpMBq_AxNWwC8q7wZkK9KP9AVad1ilymSS_wv3NRt3ZUEGKrgi0/s1654/1939+marriage+document.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="708" data-original-width="1654" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqCAVotzoDIQa9sP4jTGcED9Hu9-wwVIMCN31XC79h5p54z-lbQMaODUkf4ArC39mUq_qsqeADfu1_Nw29_cowsiwCdpMBq_AxNWwC8q7wZkK9KP9AVad1ilymSS_wv3NRt3ZUEGKrgi0/s320/1939+marriage+document.jpg" width="320" /></a></p></div><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-family: verdana;"><b> <span style="color: #38761d;">On June 24, 1939, twenty-seven year old Robert Bell Frederick, Jr. married twenty-four year old Elizabeth Roxanne Anderson at Crafton, Pennsylvania. Roxanne was the daughter of Thomas Anderson, born in Belfast, Ireland and Catherine Malone Anderson born in Antiquity, Meigs County, Ohio.</span></b></span><span style="color: #38761d;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZZNnPAm5Xg5maZUZt8UTN9rZai36DM3oV_60gkj2AQH5fZZWF5EHaklRPFzqUHzbpqvFXLiDJw4tKRYPTBC0-59l5B-eH5IIpWFUxzR9d6TQW9SNCQmB3_jwj6G8VK3eXDnUiOa-vdkMBGYTc1B5hRDSVcIQ6Jp95TBne6CfbXaiNM_Gcj5bbvRkKMOg/s2492/1940%20344%20Elizabeth%20Avenue,%20Avalon.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2492" data-original-width="2433" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZZNnPAm5Xg5maZUZt8UTN9rZai36DM3oV_60gkj2AQH5fZZWF5EHaklRPFzqUHzbpqvFXLiDJw4tKRYPTBC0-59l5B-eH5IIpWFUxzR9d6TQW9SNCQmB3_jwj6G8VK3eXDnUiOa-vdkMBGYTc1B5hRDSVcIQ6Jp95TBne6CfbXaiNM_Gcj5bbvRkKMOg/s320/1940%20344%20Elizabeth%20Avenue,%20Avalon.jpg" width="312" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">344 Elizabeth Avenue<br />Avalon, Allegheny County, Pennsylvania</td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQpwMGH-rU0pChQK-9gB2dAiYmXvgCenKLfSw9cdPJU_nCVbl1XK0VKjBLVZ6l3lSicz0I7hmK2SLY4sbpI3q4mmvv5VQCBtWsZ_OIod3eQUw0_WXp4SLdwTiuye__ICuu_14moplqQhky_kDECdupLzjTfageqQYi-VWTdYAaeVwYFyTHpDgminB4TJ0/s6432/1940%20census%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1188" data-original-width="6432" height="59" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQpwMGH-rU0pChQK-9gB2dAiYmXvgCenKLfSw9cdPJU_nCVbl1XK0VKjBLVZ6l3lSicz0I7hmK2SLY4sbpI3q4mmvv5VQCBtWsZ_OIod3eQUw0_WXp4SLdwTiuye__ICuu_14moplqQhky_kDECdupLzjTfageqQYi-VWTdYAaeVwYFyTHpDgminB4TJ0/s320/1940%20census%20cropped.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1940 Pennsylvania Census<br />Avalon Borough, Allegheny County<br />April 4, 1940</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>344 Elizabeth Avenue</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Avalon, Pennsylvania</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Frederick, Robert Sr., Head, male, white, age 66, married, finished 4 years of high school, born in Ohio, lived in the same house in 1935, employed as a traffic manager with a steel fabrication mill, worked 52 weeks in 1939, income $2,100. The Frederick's are renting their house for $60.00 a month.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Frederick, Mary. Wife, female, white, age 59, married, finished 8 yeas of school, born n Pennsylvania, lived in the same house in 1935, works in the house. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Joyous occasions in the 1940's decade were the births of three more grandchildren. Robert Bell Frederick III to Robert Jr. and Roxanne in 1941, Carol Bradley Frederick to Don and Grace in 1943 and Thomas Anderson Frederick to Robert Jr. and Roxanne in 1944.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIZMSQk81RDgldUTc-zfimWpw3JHMGQbeGImpd_Ow_hpJ2UsnsCwOfXQ9I4QJVVm5oCPiT3BYFpJ5OFQNRcwlnm8f_nonyGi2smLUOYntsU157TIWB7rHNHRT1ZwDSKNzC0cCVOme6kZBgeOUA2p_hDzfjWFGgPETGy14I1gOn0Be4tYJtwst8vpHMzGs/s2086/1950%20Frederick%20House2%20246%20Lincoln%20Ave.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2026" data-original-width="2086" height="271" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIZMSQk81RDgldUTc-zfimWpw3JHMGQbeGImpd_Ow_hpJ2UsnsCwOfXQ9I4QJVVm5oCPiT3BYFpJ5OFQNRcwlnm8f_nonyGi2smLUOYntsU157TIWB7rHNHRT1ZwDSKNzC0cCVOme6kZBgeOUA2p_hDzfjWFGgPETGy14I1gOn0Be4tYJtwst8vpHMzGs/w278-h271/1950%20Frederick%20House2%20246%20Lincoln%20Ave.jpg" width="278" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">246 Lincoln Avenue<br />Bellevue, Pennsylvania</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgke69a4cw-1a2lqkqRPssF0BcT-a49aPetUR-xa-2UBROFd_6mHX3u0VTjboIBoAa4gmmZsd3Vm7AP2L7vym-KLAAL5g4PyLzWPetzMj1byhxqUyr4YaTIyFcxPKnyH_waVxWnk4HcXcNxoT_pflHo_NW4dqCyeOiwBtvMNiQH7sBNiiRdvMCrnfg3-2c/s3762/1950%20Census%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1820" data-original-width="3762" height="155" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgke69a4cw-1a2lqkqRPssF0BcT-a49aPetUR-xa-2UBROFd_6mHX3u0VTjboIBoAa4gmmZsd3Vm7AP2L7vym-KLAAL5g4PyLzWPetzMj1byhxqUyr4YaTIyFcxPKnyH_waVxWnk4HcXcNxoT_pflHo_NW4dqCyeOiwBtvMNiQH7sBNiiRdvMCrnfg3-2c/s320/1950%20Census%20cropped.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1950 Pennsylvania Census<br />Bellevue, Allegheny County<br />April 18, 1950</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> <b>What a lovely home. It appears today that this home is two apartments. In 1950, only Bob and Mary lived here. There are some interior photographs out on line. My paternal grandparents lived very near on Lincoln Avenue. I wonder if my Mom knew her Aunt and Uncle lived so close to her in-laws?</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Bob was also enumerated on a special line and that part of the census is attached under the primary enumeration.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>246 Lincoln Avenue</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Bellevue, Allegheny County</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Pennsylvania</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Frederick, Robert B. Sr., Head, white, male, age 76, married, born in Ohio, doing something else for work.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Frederick, Mary A., Wife, white, female, age 69, married, born in Pennsylvania, works in the house.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Answers by Robert Frederick on the Special Line.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> Mother and father both born in the United States. Highest grade in school S 10 (sophomore year). He finished that grade. No money earned in 1949 from work. How much money did he receive from pensions, interest, etc.--do not understand the answer. </b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Originally</b></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> $1105.00 was listed, then drawn through and $11.00 looks to be the answer. Received $248 in interest payments. Never served in the armed forces.</b></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXC_yRo4cfO0Ld2L-vYTrU8KT_wLPqnqzYsFAieZCh8K4PijCOB7FmcaCK98JoRkYveWJxhj4vcPBXvHJT-d9qeXfNyPoCPpskHHeUk50z0ZcKjajwXq2JRKrX2oeik-atGg53lqoFbpLzO72J_valKaiwKcDgcnXyg2yLbbEa9ElGgO4sLMMGbcQqKMc/s1500/1953%20Frederick,%20Bob%20and%20Alice.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1125" data-original-width="1500" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXC_yRo4cfO0Ld2L-vYTrU8KT_wLPqnqzYsFAieZCh8K4PijCOB7FmcaCK98JoRkYveWJxhj4vcPBXvHJT-d9qeXfNyPoCPpskHHeUk50z0ZcKjajwXq2JRKrX2oeik-atGg53lqoFbpLzO72J_valKaiwKcDgcnXyg2yLbbEa9ElGgO4sLMMGbcQqKMc/s320/1953%20Frederick,%20Bob%20and%20Alice.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This cute little first birthday card<br />sent by Robert and Mary Frederick<br />to my brother<br />1953<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></td></tr></tbody></table> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Signed Aunt Alice and Uncle Bob. </b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDbYHxPKIAdRtIeqkLFx-4GiKx3qPd6gyXiR0jQocsTzNV26kGVffpJa0Wpq1QfR5l5T4zG_EfIhC79B_BlEd6-ISd8cw6dt7a3aYIqfPlIUrk4X2OhrSY1jwFC73UftYPodjHo19rCEW7-CQ759P-tN71-nu0I7C454zpviGEnF6Fj-QMvCSKjZ48rxg/s390/1958%20obituary%20Pittsburgh%20Post-Gazette%20-%209%20Sep%201958%20-%20Page%2026.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="288" data-original-width="390" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDbYHxPKIAdRtIeqkLFx-4GiKx3qPd6gyXiR0jQocsTzNV26kGVffpJa0Wpq1QfR5l5T4zG_EfIhC79B_BlEd6-ISd8cw6dt7a3aYIqfPlIUrk4X2OhrSY1jwFC73UftYPodjHo19rCEW7-CQ759P-tN71-nu0I7C454zpviGEnF6Fj-QMvCSKjZ48rxg/s320/1958%20obituary%20Pittsburgh%20Post-Gazette%20-%209%20Sep%201958%20-%20Page%2026.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Pittsburgh Post-Gazette<br />September 9, 1958<br />page 26</span></td></tr></tbody></table></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> Tragedy struck the Frederick family on September 7, 1958 when Bob and Alice's oldest son, Donald Bradley Frederick, died at age forty-eight in East Cleveland, Cuyahoga County, Ohio. <br /></b></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrOZlnSwey3VEMYOdlFxwZKwGfJ6mqBhBet7e5E6PsprM2e1IUBzqYJ6iI8ah1Qvwd_DAEVRsOWlsPJ78Stfp_XGnAOqd10lkkz-ATva4BzNFDlwqjIzwnBNl5GtovnLAtD95jtqNEiCw9QfGhhkTx8ZmtBl__ZrA6NNTyoG5bPS_a4NecKXZddO3Sc-E/s2544/1959%20323%20south%20home%20avenue.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1566" data-original-width="2544" height="197" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrOZlnSwey3VEMYOdlFxwZKwGfJ6mqBhBet7e5E6PsprM2e1IUBzqYJ6iI8ah1Qvwd_DAEVRsOWlsPJ78Stfp_XGnAOqd10lkkz-ATva4BzNFDlwqjIzwnBNl5GtovnLAtD95jtqNEiCw9QfGhhkTx8ZmtBl__ZrA6NNTyoG5bPS_a4NecKXZddO3Sc-E/s320/1959%20323%20south%20home%20avenue.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">324 South Home Avenue<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV5yxZTbpxU5mn_mmbshFve2m3DoESoxkczZxK2-TyQ2Mn7U37RiKTGaiViUz0YgqxLBucPQI-PSnEO0OlY1y8txN1Wy8ybGXK2a-upUehWP12MD78SWsP4xB_LwsVMpAwo9VCtzqnNB8Yt22C7PwSSRn2WdLDgok3PJwNCCIF2ItuXyTXjTam_K1Y3yo/s2617/1959%20Death%20Certificate%20Robert%20B.%20Frederick,%20Sr..jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2617" data-original-width="2574" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV5yxZTbpxU5mn_mmbshFve2m3DoESoxkczZxK2-TyQ2Mn7U37RiKTGaiViUz0YgqxLBucPQI-PSnEO0OlY1y8txN1Wy8ybGXK2a-upUehWP12MD78SWsP4xB_LwsVMpAwo9VCtzqnNB8Yt22C7PwSSRn2WdLDgok3PJwNCCIF2ItuXyTXjTam_K1Y3yo/s320/1959%20Death%20Certificate%20Robert%20B.%20Frederick,%20Sr..jpg" width="315" /></a></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY4z7kn2aE8HwlknyslHzJLHooKyWO7AgyVjKPDhj7SUtlnR4rDCQoTQ_9bDOJJ8A8o4Oerjpgp43ZrhUArF-kfQJQ8Hf9lrfT-vdROT3ei3IOssqwKv0OLySQguFO0D7ArBMPjEtLsaNjrIQooMAQow7jJm6kYGEjytVTHUXBqSDgHnJfnUIgwpm87Ag/s901/1959%20Robert%20Bell%20Frederick%20Sr.%20obituary%20Pittsburgh%20Post-Gazette%20-%2029%20Jan%201959%20-%20Page%2016.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="901" data-original-width="612" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY4z7kn2aE8HwlknyslHzJLHooKyWO7AgyVjKPDhj7SUtlnR4rDCQoTQ_9bDOJJ8A8o4Oerjpgp43ZrhUArF-kfQJQ8Hf9lrfT-vdROT3ei3IOssqwKv0OLySQguFO0D7ArBMPjEtLsaNjrIQooMAQow7jJm6kYGEjytVTHUXBqSDgHnJfnUIgwpm87Ag/s320/1959%20Robert%20Bell%20Frederick%20Sr.%20obituary%20Pittsburgh%20Post-Gazette%20-%2029%20Jan%201959%20-%20Page%2016.jpg" width="217" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pittsburgh Post-Gazette<br />January 29, 1959<br />page 16</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Robert Bell Frederick, Sr. died at age eighty-five in January 27, 1959 in the Frederick apartment, 323 South Home Avenue, Avalon, Allegheny County, Pennsylvania. His death was caused by cerebral arteriosclerosis which began ten years earlier. </b></span> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDTq5wfhJK3d-ce_AYNwneB1OCCC2xSPfvxBV6Ho-ZrVk4ZMW14otPW7cNP_hV2d7zRxy2LGWarTB3iC9sQExayXPZm-sD0cHaRQIwqjA1K32Z7lhOpz4t21Ml4wiooqKAUVOI1AncXcfkArtVUNfzZoQUtJc8ppY_9OTSTIsomWnM99ocsdZrWDVzow8/s1368/Frederick,%20Robert%20Bell%20and%20Alice%20Bradley%20tombstone.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="668" data-original-width="1368" height="156" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDTq5wfhJK3d-ce_AYNwneB1OCCC2xSPfvxBV6Ho-ZrVk4ZMW14otPW7cNP_hV2d7zRxy2LGWarTB3iC9sQExayXPZm-sD0cHaRQIwqjA1K32Z7lhOpz4t21Ml4wiooqKAUVOI1AncXcfkArtVUNfzZoQUtJc8ppY_9OTSTIsomWnM99ocsdZrWDVzow8/s320/Frederick,%20Robert%20Bell%20and%20Alice%20Bradley%20tombstone.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Bob was buried in <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/10920272/robert-bell-frederick">Allegheny County Memorial Park</a> on January 30, 1959. I have visited his burial site and found grave markers for his son and daughter-in-law, <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/10920280/robert-bell-frederick">Robert Bell Frederick, Jr</a> and Elizabeth Roxanne Frederick, and grandson, <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/10920286/robert-bell-frederick">Robert Bell Frederick III.</a></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivrgm8qX93W2IJ8N0OpC4CHffYxDxpbtjGff6l0TZknplWydw3WRo8Zfp80VjP86jMPDfYUamzPqXNnR6xwnv1VCv34lzaAnBeav_LvIQEH7o_ZQGHP2eu-Mi0qyqFm9tfBNVh74_q10CwOO9oeYvuWrL5Gyln5rezlCyIF8kdr1zebGyHd1SsZF80GBc/s2572/1968%20Robert%20B%20Frederick%20Jr.%20home%201995%20Crafton%20Blvd.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2572" data-original-width="1947" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivrgm8qX93W2IJ8N0OpC4CHffYxDxpbtjGff6l0TZknplWydw3WRo8Zfp80VjP86jMPDfYUamzPqXNnR6xwnv1VCv34lzaAnBeav_LvIQEH7o_ZQGHP2eu-Mi0qyqFm9tfBNVh74_q10CwOO9oeYvuWrL5Gyln5rezlCyIF8kdr1zebGyHd1SsZF80GBc/s320/1968%20Robert%20B%20Frederick%20Jr.%20home%201995%20Crafton%20Blvd.jpg" width="242" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1995 Crafton Boulevard<br />Crafton, Pennsylvania</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Sometime following her husband's death, Alice Frederick moved to Crafton, Pennsylvania and lived with her son and daughter-in-law, Bob, Jr. and Rixie Frederick.</b></span></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil0f_CfVJTydOoBhMS1qcQVJ2l3NuHh3kAmwdSKrQhkDQbrf-WuwXu9ejiozW0W5WyW0Il0ccY-wabwqQ81fVobuaf8-QXSSSUzofrwliGQvIVmAmp2OtCl-L_LGjPy_TxHUqmbJi0anAYRNjxf1ykYBQ4r_MZt0CVRG5vN_MiT3IJmQ7hO_qGTJEWlF0/s3044/1968%20Mary%20Bradley%20Frederick%20death%20certificate.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2946" data-original-width="3044" height="310" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil0f_CfVJTydOoBhMS1qcQVJ2l3NuHh3kAmwdSKrQhkDQbrf-WuwXu9ejiozW0W5WyW0Il0ccY-wabwqQ81fVobuaf8-QXSSSUzofrwliGQvIVmAmp2OtCl-L_LGjPy_TxHUqmbJi0anAYRNjxf1ykYBQ4r_MZt0CVRG5vN_MiT3IJmQ7hO_qGTJEWlF0/s320/1968%20Mary%20Bradley%20Frederick%20death%20certificate.jpg" width="320" /></a></p><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Ui0M5Nl_1xQr89OK2jD84Np6mld22ZzOG4ZVxrZ4hhDwI6Sgcv4sE3ALhPcGaS9KtaDoN4FOhPT_OGcva9sMwwTsDxXl4zVoTJ8_OOIBE3XBfSmMZXzwm9tbCdgzbBeg9IXlBqgv3hSgf64DK4p-77LVGMfHJyeJkevxiMPd9avBJus2VxYMqKQZ5Hw/s526/1968%20Mary%20Alice%20Bradley%20Frederick%20obit%20Pittsburgh%20Post-Gazette%20-%2020%20Nov%201968%20-%20Page%2034.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="526" data-original-width="493" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Ui0M5Nl_1xQr89OK2jD84Np6mld22ZzOG4ZVxrZ4hhDwI6Sgcv4sE3ALhPcGaS9KtaDoN4FOhPT_OGcva9sMwwTsDxXl4zVoTJ8_OOIBE3XBfSmMZXzwm9tbCdgzbBeg9IXlBqgv3hSgf64DK4p-77LVGMfHJyeJkevxiMPd9avBJus2VxYMqKQZ5Hw/s320/1968%20Mary%20Alice%20Bradley%20Frederick%20obit%20Pittsburgh%20Post-Gazette%20-%2020%20Nov%201968%20-%20Page%2034.jpg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pittsburgh Post-Gazette<br />November 20, 1968<br />page 34</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Mary Alice Bradley Frederick, age eighty-eight, died on November 18, 1968 at Allegheny General Hospital, Pittsburgh, Allegheny County, Pennsylvania. Alice had arteriosclerotic disease; however a fall at home in Crafton, fracturing a number of bones, admitted her to the hospital eleven days before her death</b></span>. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDTq5wfhJK3d-ce_AYNwneB1OCCC2xSPfvxBV6Ho-ZrVk4ZMW14otPW7cNP_hV2d7zRxy2LGWarTB3iC9sQExayXPZm-sD0cHaRQIwqjA1K32Z7lhOpz4t21Ml4wiooqKAUVOI1AncXcfkArtVUNfzZoQUtJc8ppY_9OTSTIsomWnM99ocsdZrWDVzow8/s1368/Frederick,%20Robert%20Bell%20and%20Alice%20Bradley%20tombstone.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="668" data-original-width="1368" height="156" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDTq5wfhJK3d-ce_AYNwneB1OCCC2xSPfvxBV6Ho-ZrVk4ZMW14otPW7cNP_hV2d7zRxy2LGWarTB3iC9sQExayXPZm-sD0cHaRQIwqjA1K32Z7lhOpz4t21Ml4wiooqKAUVOI1AncXcfkArtVUNfzZoQUtJc8ppY_9OTSTIsomWnM99ocsdZrWDVzow8/s320/Frederick,%20Robert%20Bell%20and%20Alice%20Bradley%20tombstone.jpg" width="320" /></a></p> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>Mary Alice Bradley Frederick was buried on November 21, 1968 at <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/10920276/mary-alice-frederick">Allegheny County Memorial Park</a>, Allison Park, Allegheny County, Pennsylvania. She is buried beside her husband and surrounded by family members.</b></span><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>**************************</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b>One evening my mother stayed overnight and I taped her responses to family questions. She remembered that her Aunt Alice had sparkling clean windows and that Uncle Bob and her two cousins, Don and Bob had clean white shirts daily. She reminded me that during this time in Pittsburgh, the city was filthy with dark smog from the steel mills. White shirts had to be washed daily and were hung in the basement to dry--not outside. Uncle Bob had nice places to live in Avalon. Aunt Alice was a nice person, Uncle Bob was quiet. Mom remembered that when her family lived on California Avenue (circa 1929 to 1935) in Avalon, both Frederick and Stark family members would visit; however, once they moved to Florence Avenue (circa 1935), only Cousin Don would come for family dinners. (Once Don married in 1937, he lived on Florence Avenue thru 1944).</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><b> I grew up never hearing anything about Bob and Alice Frederick. I never met them and was old enough when they died (Bob, I would have been eleven. Alice I would have been twenty-one) to have remembered any occasion with them. My maternal grandmother (Teek) never spoke of her brother which is surprising since he and Alice lived fairly close to her in Avalon. My mother's usual response to any questions about her family was that she had a very small family. Not so! They simply all grew apart.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifAR5dk2Uz4frq6tRAG2U6q2Q9a_g9Rv4mbVJqmLG9YOebsYrNar7wk6aEsBwME3wtiorV2kxgl_sM0A0niNH1eRiDRtu7IADIuO3TElMkLP2Xk9qZ-PbR2KTl24k8Dj-LxmSGl6LEmF2mqBSyxlqTN-dBAGgonk0d4E9dRXAhhJbEZnbtv683GJ9E_mI/s500/Three%20Face%20goblet.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="375" data-original-width="500" height="194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifAR5dk2Uz4frq6tRAG2U6q2Q9a_g9Rv4mbVJqmLG9YOebsYrNar7wk6aEsBwME3wtiorV2kxgl_sM0A0niNH1eRiDRtu7IADIuO3TElMkLP2Xk9qZ-PbR2KTl24k8Dj-LxmSGl6LEmF2mqBSyxlqTN-dBAGgonk0d4E9dRXAhhJbEZnbtv683GJ9E_mI/w258-h194/Three%20Face%20goblet.jpg" width="258" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Three Faces<br />George Duncan and Sons<br />Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"> I was told by a grand daughter of Bob and Alice Frederick that when Bob's mother, Lucinda Bell Orr Frederick, died, that her collection of Three Faces glassware passed to Bob and Alice. Alice did not like or want it and packed the entire collection up and gave it to the Salvation Army. Ouch! I sure wish that collection had come my way. 😂</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Other Frederick Blogs on Flipside</span></b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><a href="http://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2010/03/tombstone-tuesday-robert-bell-frederick.html">Robert Bell Frederick and Mary Alice Bradley Frederick</a>--Tombstone Tuesday</span></b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><b><a href="http://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2011/04/tombstone-tuesday-robert-bell-frederick.html">Robert Bell Frederick, Jr and Elizabeth Roxanne Anderson Frederick</a>--Tombstone Tuesday</b></span></p><blockquote><span style="color: black;">I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU. 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