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2013-12-04 08:39 am
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"...and we see...the significant word Unknown..."

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This excellent PBS "American Experience" documentary, Death and the Civil War, discusses how the war that claimed more American lives than all other wars combined in which Americans fought, demonstrated the national crisis of what to do with all the bodies.

The Civil War was the war that struck the nation's conscience and showed the federal government that it had a duty to identify, bury, re-bury, and send home the remains of American soldiers. That pricking of national conscience was what led to the creation of Arlington National Cemetery and some seventy other national cemeteries.

The war claimed 750,000 lives. Only half of the bodies were identified and given a proper burial.

From the film:
...And everywhere among these countless graves—everywhere in the many soldier Cemeteries of the Nation, (there are now, I believe, over seventy of them)—as at the time in the vast trenches, the depositories of slain, Northern and Southern, after the great battles—not only where the scathing trail passed those years, but radiating since in all the peaceful quarters of the land—we see, and ages yet may see, on monuments and gravestones, singly or in masses, to thousands or tens of thousands, the significant word Unknown. Walt Whitman, 1865.

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2013-11-29 09:04 am
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Another lesson in gratitude...

It's not just the season or time of the year that turns my mind to lessons.

But I found it very appropriate that a very simple thing gave me a reason to pause and be grateful.

I may have had a little nudge from the ancestors.
I was going to wash my hands at my kitchen sink. It was the first time I turned on the hot water tap this morning.

I found myself getting impatient at the few seconds it was taking for the water to heat. The kitchen tap is the farthest from my water heater and it was 27 degrees when I got up this morning, so the water in the line was wicked cold.

In the instant I felt the impatience, I also felt amusement...and humility.

Because if you just look at the sheer numbers, well...

The majority of my relatives never had hot water on tap in their kitchens - or in any other room.

Heck, the majority of them never had cold water on tap - anywhere. But they had buckets.

And I was standing there starting to get impatient about a wait of a few seconds for hot water on tap delivered to me in a climate controlled home.

Shame on me.

Lesson noted.
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2013-11-27 10:22 am

Sepia Saturday 205: Maybe the moustache made the man?

I have occasionally mentioned frequently whined about my great grandmother Maxie Leah Meek's failure to label so many of the wonderful photos in her photo album.

As I initially paged through it after my mother's death in 2004, I wondered why we had so many photos of Teddy Roosevelt in our album. I can imagine that my Williams great grandparents were supportive of their President, but still, it was a mystery to me.

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And lo and behold...one of them was labeled, like this one in the Williams family photo album.

It was that last one. It said Desha on the back of it.

That was Maxie's husband, Jo Desha Williams.

Here's a photo of the real Teddy Roosevelt.

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As far as I know, I have no kinship to the Roosevelts.

But I believe my great grandfather was a dead ringer for one of them...
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2013-11-21 10:03 am

Wedding photos...

My mother and father married on 19 May 1956.

These photos were taken in the home of my maternal grandparents, Joe Duffie Williams and Doris Geneva Balding.

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Judith Ann Williams, 1937-2004

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I cropped this one. It shows a happy young couple, envisioning a wonderful life together.
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Sadly, that wonderful life did not materialize in the 23 years of their marriage, although there certainly were happy moments.

That, however, as well as my complex relationship with my parents - both highly complex people - is a subject for future posts.
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2013-11-21 09:10 am

Oops...

Not a happy camper with Family Tree DNA - hereafter FTDNA.

For two reasons.

This is the company we used to get yDNA test results for my dad. No problems with that.

With dad's permission, I made his test results available to the Burris Surname Project at FTDNA.

Have been getting matches by email for three years now. No problems with that.

And last weekend, got an email from the "administrator" of the Burris Surname Project, casually informing me that as the administrator of the Project, he had uploaded a GEDCOM to overwrite mine.

Excuse me?!?

I'm sure you can only imagine the tone and tenor of my reply to him. You'd be right.

So then, I sent a written complaint to FTDNA through their website form.

Their reply to me was just incredible...
20 Nov 2013
Hello,

Thank you for writing to Family Tree DNA. I apologize for the inconvenience of the group admin changing your GEDCOM. When you change it back do they go in and delete it again? They shouldn't be changing people's GEDCOM's if they don't want them changed. If the problem persists you can leave the group at any time.

I apologize again for the deletion of your GEDCOM, but thank you for being a customer with Family Tree DNA.

Excuse me?!?
My reply...
So the option is to leave the group, and any contacts I might get on that particular surname are hidden to me?

Rather than telling the administrator to cut that out?

Does not seem like an equitable solution to me. I'll blog about it and see if I am in the minority in my opinion.

Oh shit.

She's going to blog about it. We better actually do something.

Four emails later, the customer service guy came back and gave me the text of the email FTDNA sent to the administrator of the Burris Surname Project.

I thanked him for handling my complaint in an appropriate fashion.

And asked him when FTDNA was going to answer my other, outstanding inquiry.

About the import of my aunt's mtDNA test results from DNA Heritage, which was acquired by FTDNA in April 2011.

The response from FTDNA to that query has morphed from (email of 20 Nov 2013)...
Hello,
Thank you for your email. Unfortunately, DNA Heritage tested different mtDNA panels than Family Tree DNA does, so we cannot accept transfers of mtDNA from DNA Heritage. If would like to have your mtDNA results in our database, you would have to order an mtDNA test with Family Tree DNA.

To this one, after I would not drop the subject of the query (email of 21 Nov 2013):
Hello,
Unfortunately, we do not have DNA Heritage's mtDNA database.

Seriously?? You bought the company, but only Y DNA test results?

So all the mtDNA customers from Heritage - a company you bought - can spend more money again, to test with you?

Um, no. Thanks for that very generous offer that lines your pockets.
In case you have spiders trolling the web, Family Tree DNA, this post should be picked up within 24 hours.

I will never use your company again.
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2013-11-17 11:41 am
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It was not a merry Christmas in the Kindrick home...

What a hellish December of 1921 it must have been for Wahannes Bevelis Kindrick and his wife, Maud Helena Bridges.

Diphtheria raged through their home, taking two of their children.

The United States recorded 206,000 cases of diphtheria in 1921, resulting in 15,520 deaths. Symptoms include sore throat, loss of appetite, and fever. The most notable feature of diphtheria infection, however, is the formation of a thick gray substance called a pseudomembrane over the nasal tissues, tonsils, larynx, and/or pharynx. (Sourced to this website.)

Four year old W B Kindrick, Jr. was the first to die on December 5, after being ill since November 27. He was buried the following day.

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Eighteen year old Mary Estella died on December 20, after being ill since December 10. She too was buried the day after her death.

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Once having contracted diphtheria, a person is infectious for two to three weeks. Did Mary Estella Kindrick help her mother nurse her little brother? Frequently caregivers caught diphtheria from their patients.


Descendancy for this family is:
Wahannes Bevelis Kindrick, son of Samuel Kindrick (1834-1875) and Matilda Jones (1833-1904). Parents of Samuel Kindrick were Jacob Fauby Kindrick (1802-1854) and Margaret "Polly" McPherson/MacPherson (1806-1875).
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2013-11-17 09:12 am

Patrick McCauley family, circa 1893

One of my Burris cousins has been very helpful with information about her McCauley clan.

She is descended from Patrick McCauley (1837-1895) and Mary Elizabeth Thoss (1854-1941).

Yesterday, she sent me a photo of the family. On the basis of my guess that Ida May McCauley was about 6 or 7 years old, I'm approximating the photo to have been taken around 1893. The McCauleys were living in Conway Co., AR at the time, and that's where Patrick McCauley died and was buried.

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Top row, L to R: Annie, Will and Linnie
Middle, L to R: Margaret, Patrick, Ollie, Mary E.
Seated in front: Ida May McCauley Burris
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2013-11-12 03:45 pm

Sometimes current news is the most startling...

As I work on my family history, I make sure to document stuff about myself.

I've been married five times. To four men, which means I recycled one husband, but I did the time, so I count it.

I was getting ready to do a series of posts going back a few generations for each of my husbands' families.

My first and last husbands are the ones about whose families I know the least. So I started working on the first husband first. We had no children together, and were divorced - very amicably - in 1981. I have not seen or heard from him since the day I called him to tell him I was putting the proposed order in the mail to him for his signature.

As I worked on his tree, I could not for the life of me remember his mother's maiden name. (She died in 2005.) I found his older sister on Facebook, and pm'd her. Have not heard back from her, so this morning, I thought I'd run him through the Ancestry US Public Records indices to see if I could find him and ask him myself.

I found him in St. Charles, MO in 1995. Clicked on that record, and was shocked.

One of the hints for it was the Social Security Death Index. Robert Lee Venable died on 15 May 2011, at the age of 58.

I was totally unprepared for that result. Although we had no contact at all for over 30 years, I was saddened.

That feeling has not left me all day.

I remember Robert as a kind man, with a sense of humor all his own - a man who cared deeply about his family. I was his second wife, and he was nearly 7 years older than I. He had two adorable daughters with his first wife. The oldest would be in her 40s now.

58 is just too young to die.
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2013-11-10 12:00 pm
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Thinking about Grandma and her quilt...

Unlike some of my ancestresses undoubtedly did, we don't have a specific wash day here at the cottage.

For the most part, I just eye the sky and look at what is in two laundry baskets. Some days I just feel led to bring some fresh air and sunshine indoors, and sleep under my quilts scented with nature.

Today, I washed the quilts and hung them to dry.

One is a twin sized quilt, hand pieced and hand quilted by my paternal grandmother, Louise Herrington. It is the most recent one of two quilts she made for me before she died. I got it when I was in my early 20s.

It's a split rail fence quilt.
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Earlier this morning, I took the quilt out of the washer and hung it on the line.

And then stood back and looked at it. Some of the pieces have torn in the 35 years or so I've had it. I'm not sure how to repair them, or if I should. The quilting is holding up very well.

As I looked it over, conveniently opened full so I could really see it, I wondered.

Where did she get the pieces she used?
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I know she didn't use new fabric. That would have been scandalous on so many levels - a slap in the face of the frugality that so many of our female ancestors had to practice to run their households.

So I wonder...are Granddaddy's pajamas in there? One or more of her old aprons? Did she ask some of her friends to save scraps for her to use? How long did it take her to lay out these pieces in a way that pleased her eye?
Missing you, Grandma.

I'll see you on the other side.
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2013-11-10 08:31 am
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Ruth playing in the surf at Santa Monica, July 1926

Several commenters from Sepia Saturday commented on this photo of my grand aunt, Ruth Balding. Ruth was 23 years old at the time this photo was taken of her in July 1926, at the beach in Santa Monica CA.

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One of the commenters mused that it would be neat to know what Ruth was thinking as she dabbled in the surf.

Indeed.
Of course, Ruth did not record her thoughts on the back of this photo, or any of the others in the album she kept. An album I had no idea existed until one of my cousins clued me in. She made scans of the photos and sent me a CD. We marveled over them on the phone as my cousin read me the labels from the photos in Ruth's album.

The album seemed to be a record of the travels of the Victor Balding family, primarily during the mid to late 1920s and then at the end, some travel in the 1930s, after Ruth had married and left home.

One question I had was - how did the family afford to travel? My remembrances of discussions with my grandmother focused on how tight finances were for the Baldings. Ruth and her father supported the family with their jobs. Ruth lived at her parents's home until she married in 1932 at the age of 29 - contributing her income as the bookkeeper at the Brandon Co. to the good of her family.

My theory about how they were able to travel is connected to Pop Balding's job. In 1904, Victor Balding began working for the railroad as a telegrapher. He advanced to chief telegrapher, and worked for the railroad for 38 years, until his retirement in 1942, just three years before his death.

I think it was likely that, as a perk of Victor's job, he and his family were able to travel by train either at greatly reduced fares, or perhaps, free.
Aunt Ruth has always intrigued me.

I never knew her. She committed suicide on 30 Dec 1959, when I was thirteen months old and living with my parents in Clearwater FL.

How she got to that tragic end from the woman we see above...carefree? thoughtful? pensive?...is a matter of perspective, one I searched for in a four part series of blog entries I did about Ruth in January 2012.

I don't know if I got it right.
During my childhood, the only perspective I was presented about Ruth came from abrupt endings of adult conversation coinciding with my entrance into the room, and whispers from some of those same adults when they thought we kids weren't listening, as our extended family gathered for food, televised football games and fun.

So even up to the time I started seriously researching Ruth's history to write that blog post series last year, the mental image I had of this aunt I had never met was a picture of a stern, no-nonsense woman in sensible shoes - one with a good head for business, but not much heart for people.

My mental image of Ruth fit neatly with this photo of her - undated, but surely within the period of time she was diagnosed with lymphatic leukemia (now called lymphocytic leukemia) and the time of her death.

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Of course, as family historians know, it is often helpful to look at the big picture, too.

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Ruth with her mother, brother, sister-in-law and nephew, photo taken in Ruth's mother's home.


When I saw that photo, it hit me.

There was the visual image of Ruth's difficult relationship with her family of origin, difficulties that would span decades.
I wish I knew what Ruth was thinking as she played in the surf on Santa Monica beach.

Was she glad for the break from work? From looking after her younger siblings? Did she have more spacious sleeping and living quarters on the train that carried her from home in Little Rock AR to Santa Monica? Did she look forward to adventure on this trip?

I don't know. But I hope that as Aunt Ruth got older, and things got more difficult for her, she was able to reach for her photo album and look back on her youth.

And smile.
See you on other other side, Aunt Ruth.

I have so many things to ask you.
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2013-11-08 11:34 am
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Cleone Ruth Henrichs and Charles Leroy Turney

Genealogy bloggers have all sorts of reasons for blogging about family history. I blog to get accurate information out on the web about my family. I love it when people find entries through Google or other searches and contact me to exchange information.

I also blog random information about other people's families, often gleaned from photos of people unrelated to me found among my ancestors' possessions, or the lone orphaned photo that calls to me from a rack or plate in a flea market stall. I usually tag those entries with the phrase bits and pieces, if you want to see if I found any of your family photos among mine.
In addition to my own family, I do family history research for four other friends of mine. The links to the results of that research are contained in their online family tree links in the left sidebar of this blog.

One of those families is the Turney family.

And in their case, the reason for this post is much different than usual. There are living descendants of Cleone Ruth Henrichs and Charles Leroy Turney who want answers to questions that have been dogging them literally all their lives. One of them hopes that with this blog entry, someone will have information that will be useful to their descendants.

This post is intended to be captured in Google searches on either or both names. There is some publicly available information already on the web about this couple, but some of it is not factual.
Cleone Ruth Henrichs was born on 29 Jun 1931 in American Falls, Power Co., ID to Myron Jacob Henrichs and Dora Leone Floyd. Ruth had a younger sister.

Sometime before the 1940 census, Ruth's parents divorced. Both parents would later go on to remarry. Ruth lived with her father for a period of time, and as a teenager (possibly shortly after the time of her father's remarriage in 1942) she lived with her mother in Twisp, WA.

A July 1946 photo pictured Ruth (far left) with her mother and maternal grandmother.
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On the 4th of July in 1947, Ruth met the man who would become her first husband, Fred Beeman. (Although he apparently called her Cleone, Ruth preferred her middle name, and that was the name she used on multiple historic documents.) Fred Beeman and Ruth married and had a son together. Shortly after her son's birth, Ruth became involved with the man who would become her second husband, Ronnie Conner. She left her infant son and Fred Beeman at Christmas in 1949.

Ruth became pregnant with the first child she would have with Ronnie Conner - a daughter named Beverly - before her first divorce was final. She and Ronnie Conner married, and had another child, a son named Robbie. By August 1956, Ruth had another daughter with the surname Young. One of the things unknown to Ruth's surviving children is the full identity of that child's father.

And it was during this period of time that Ruth met Charles Leroy Turney.
Charles Leroy Turney was born on 31 Jul 1935 in Hickman Co., KY to Lee William Turney and Sarah Elizabeth Owen. He was the eldest son of three documented children born to Lee and Sarah Turney.

Charles Leroy Turney, 26 Sep 1956.
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Not much is known about Charles Turney's childhood. All the history his children have about him seems to begin and end with the turbulent relationship he had with Ruth Henrichs - a relationship that lasted in some form for nearly the rest of both of their lives.

When Ruth married Charles Turney, she brought three children to the marriage. She and Charles had six children together, born from 1958 to 1968. One of those children, a daughter named Deborah Louise, drowned at the age of 8, six months before the last Turney child was born. Two of their sons died as adults.

But somewhere along the way, first Robbie, and then his sister, Beverly Conner, disappeared. That's disappeared as in, one day each of them was there, and the next day they were not.

It is possible that this photo of Charles Leroy Turney, and all three of Ruth Henrichs' children from previous relationships, may be one of the only pieces of documentation that little Robbie Conner ever existed, as he "disappeared" at a very young age.

Photo taken in October 1956 at an amusement park in Long Beach, CA. Robbie Conner (born in 1953) is at left, Charles Turney is holding Ruth's infant daughter from her most recent relationship, and Beverly Conner (born October 1950) is at right.
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One of the other known facts about Ruth Henrichs and Charles Turney is that they divorced in California in February 1966.

But they got back together again, and went on to have another child. They also changed the family surname to Conner, with Charles completely adopting the new identity of James Allen Conner. The family moved multiple times to multiple states.

Why? The surviving children know what they were told and what they've heard. Although suspicions run high, none of the stories they've been told have been proven - or not.

Among other questions, one looms the largest.

What happened to Robbie and Beverly Conner?
If you have any information to share, you can reply to this entry or email me at sharpchick13 at hotmail dot com.
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2013-11-07 03:15 pm

Sepia Saturday: My Baldings at the beach...

Thanks to the fastidious nature of my grandaunt, Ruth Balding, I have some photos with identification, and ~gasp~ even dates.
Ruth playing in the Pacific ocean, July 1926
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My grandmother's handmade bathing suit
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Granduncle Linky Balding and an unnamed gal friend
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Ruth and her husband, Walter Nathan Brandon
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Grand uncles Marvin and Linky Balding at Santa Monica pier, 1926
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This is a Sepia Saturday post.

Head over there for more wonderful old photos and postcards.
ETA: I've received several comments from people about the first photo of my grand aunt, Ruth Balding.

I've written a follow-up about that photo alone, here.
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2013-11-01 08:58 am
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Our Burris DNA maps...

Three years ago, my dad took a DNA test to see if we could resolve the "who's-the-daddy" issue for our most distant Burris ancestor, William Burris, born about 1782 in North Carolina (we think North Carolina was his birth place, as our oral family history for the past four generations has told us that.)

When we got the results, Dad also consented to me entering his results in the Burris surname project at Family Tree DNA.
From time to time, I get emails noting matches to Dad's DNA on 12, 25 or 37 markers. I have already identified two other men who have 37 marker matches to Dad, and have corresponded with them by email. It seems we are all stuck in the same generation with our earliest known Burris ancestor.

I think the guys back one more generation must have been brothers or first cousins.

Today I took a look at a new feature on FTDNA. The DNA test results maps for Dad.

12 marker matches
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25 marker matches
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37 marker matches
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So what am I going to do with this information?

Starting with the 37 marker matches, I am going to contact one man - the one in Somerset England. The guy in Ireland has his information marked private, which irks me, because the main point of all this is to find relatives.

Our family lore says William Burris' ancestors were Scotch-Irish.

Oh well. Gotta start somewhere.
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2013-10-31 01:26 pm
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Oh my...another year has come and gone

And Shakin' the Family Tree is three years old.

I wonder if I'll be due for a fussy toddler?
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2013-10-31 01:06 pm

Sepia Saturday 201: The places they called home...

Jasper and Julia Herrington house, Clark Co., AR
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George W Burris Jr. house, 8th and Crittenden, Arkadelphia, Clark Co., AR
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Jo Desha and Maxie Williams house, Russellville, Pope Co., AR. Original construction.
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First addition
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Last addition
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George W Burris Sr house, Russellville, Pope Co., AR. 500 Glenwood, after the family moved to town from the farm.
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2013-10-28 05:00 pm
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Looking for a daddy...

I was going back through some photos to link to my GEDCOM when I ran across this one.

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Isabelle Jane Herrington and brother, Benjamin Thomas Herrington. Photo circa 1945


I looked to see what I knew about this great grand aunt of mine. Not much. I figured I needed to try and flesh her out - make her more real to me.

The photo was a decent beginning.
Several frustrating hours of internet searches gave me more on Isabelle Jane Herrington.

Like she hardly ever - not even in legal documents - was called either Isabelle or Jane.

She was Belle.

The hours of searching also blew up part of the oral family history. Belle Herrington was not married first to a man named Boyd Thomason in 1909.

Because in the 1920 census (I could not find the 1910), Belle Herrington was Belle Jones, and she had two children living with her - a daughter named Ethel and a son named Thomas. Belle said she was a widow, working as a servant in a hotel. The family lived in Sparkman in Dallas Co., AR.

Given Belle's son's name - Thomas Jones, I began to wonder if his father's name was Boyd Thomas Jones, or Thomas Boyd Jones.

In the 1930 census, that hunch got stronger.
Part of the oral family history had it that Belle married in 1927 for a second time to S L Lockridge.

That was closer. Her new husband's name was Smith Louisa Lochridge (with an H not a K), and Belle and her son, Thomas B Jones (shown as Smith's step-son) were living in Seminole, Seminole Co., OK.

In 1940, I found Smith and Belle Lochridge living with Eythel Jones Jones and her husband, Orvel James Jones, along with their three children in Weleetka, Okfuskee Co., OK, where Belle Herrington died and was buried in 1973.

Smith Louisa Jones died in Miller Co., AR in 1941, and was buried in Oakland Cemetery, Fordyce, Dallas Co., AR. That may have been to have his grave closer to his children from his first marriage.
I never heard anything about great grand aunt Belle Herrington as I was growing up.

But I also never heard my maternal grandmother, Addie Louise Herrington, say anything about the Herringtons who stayed in Grant County, either - the children of Hardy Holmes Herrington and Martha J Cummings. These were Belle's paternal aunts and uncles, like Mary Emeline Herrington, married to Uriah Poss. Or Belle's paternal uncle, Jasper Lee Herrington, who married Sarah Elizabeth Frances Poss.

The only Herringtons I heard about as a child were the ones who lived in and around Malvern (Hot Spring Co.) and Arkadelphia (Clark Co.).

So now, I wonder why.
Anyone with information about the father of Eythel and Thomas B Jones, please contact me, either by commenting to this entry, or you can email me at:
sharpchick13 at hotmail dot com.
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2013-10-27 09:39 am

I got new family tree software...

I've used Personal Ancestral File (PAF) For. Ever.

As of July of this year, it is no longer supported or updated.

So I knew I'd inevitably have to bite the bullet, and get new.

I went with RootsMagic 6.

My GEDCOM imported beautifully, and all my html links appeared to have survived intact.

Thought I'd try out the ability to attach images from my computer or flash drive.

That failed miserably.

So for posting of photos - I upload to Rootsweb and not the LDS website - I'm back to attaching photos from Photobucket using the html link.

PAF had the same flaw. I suspect my photos would display wonderfully if I uploaded my GEDCOM to the LDS site.

The jury is still out on how much of an improvement there is. RootsMagic already uses more keystrokes on individual records than PAF did.

And then, all my Southern and Missionary Baptist and Presbyterian ancestors would come haunt my ass when they were baptized as Mormons. Plus, we have that nasty massacre of some of my Wharton kin (and the permanent injury to others) at Mountain Meadows, UT on what some historians have called the first 9/11.

So, thanks very much for the offer, but...no.

Now, I'm wondering if the much touted ability of RootsMagic to create files to publish to web pages will work for posting blog entries here, OR...only on the LDS website.

We shall see.
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2013-10-23 06:01 pm
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Paul E Chapin, 1880-1905

Paul Chapin was the fourth of five children born in Erie Co., PA to Lucius Milo Chapin and Viola Marinda Bayle.

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Front row, l to r: Lucius Milo Chapin, Viola Marinda Bayle
Back row, l to r: Nora E.(Chapin)Church, Samuel N. Chapin,
Paul E. Chapin and Adda G.(Chapin) Wager.
Photo taken 15 Mar 1904, and courtesy of Brit Wager.


Paul had diabetes. Although sometimes people struggle these days with their diabetes, rarely is it a death sentence within three years of diagnosis, as it was for Paul. He died while in a diabetic coma.

Unfortunately for Paul, the era in which he lived meant diabetes very often was a killer.

In the early 1800s, science had progressed enough to understand that elevated sugar in the urine of affected individuals was a signal that they had the disease. Treatments varied over the first three quarters of the 19th century. By the 1880s, periodic fasting and starvation were the norm.

German medical student Paul Langerhans first identified islet cells in the pancreas in 1869. In 1889, Josef von Mering and Oskar Minkowski removed the pancreas of a dog and voilà! — instant diabetes. Scottish endocrinologist Edward Sharpey-Shafer made the leap in 1910, suggesting that the pancreas secreted an “antidiabetic” chemical, which he dubbed insulin. (Sourced to this website.)

But it would not be until 1922 - too late for Paul Chapin - that Canadians Frederick Banting and Charles Best injected their purified pancreatic extract into a young boy suffering from juvenile diabetes. His health immediately improved. The following year, the first commercial preparations of bovine insulin appeared. (Source: Id.)
My tenth cousin in my Chapin line, Brit Wager, often collaborates with me on our Chapins, and provided me with information about the manner of Paul Chapin's death, as well as the photos that appear in this post.

Paul's obituary, courtesy of Brit Wager:
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Paul Chapin Dead
Mr. Paul Chapin died at the home of his sister in Model City, N.Y. last Monday morning. Mr. Chapin had been in poor health for about three years but was taken worse in October and went to Model City at that time. His ailment was diabetes. Mr. Chapin was 25 years of age and leaves to mourn his death a wife and little daughter, who have the sympathy of a large circle of friends. His funeral will be held from the home of his father, Mr. L. M. Chapin, who resides on the Murray road north of town, this, Friday afternoon at one o'clock, and interment will be made in Evergreen Cemetery.


Paul's daughter, Doris (as an adult), with her mother, Mary (Edwards) Chapin, undated photo
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You can leave virtual flowers on Paul Chapin's Find a Grave memorial, here.
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2013-10-19 03:41 pm

Bits and pieces...

Twenty farmers pledged their support for the extension of the electric power line through the Hopewell and Economy communities at a meeting held at Hopewell church Wednesday night. The proposed line will start at the C L Davis store on Highway 105 and the main line will extend to Burnett Cove with the laterals tapping nearby residences and covering a total of approximately eight miles. County and home agents were present and explained the advantages of electricity on the farm and in the home. Excerpted from The Atkins Chronicle, 28 Oct 1938.
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2013-10-16 09:50 am

Random musings...

As I discussed the trip described in this post with Curtis, he mused aloud about one of the things he noticed in my description.

Wonder why so many little churches with cemeteries behind them?

I think there were probably multiple reasons. Minimally, two.

These were African American sharecroppers and later, tenant farmers. The only vehicles they had access to, they drove for the white landowners. You had to walk everywhere to get what you needed.

What we would call neighborhoods today were the communities of yesterday. Each one had its church and a place to bury its dead.

Availability of land had to factor in...the white landowners had a vested interest in donating loaning land for those uses. It kept the workers on-site.