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Last night, I had another one of those moments.

The one where you are looking for one thing, find another, exclaim over it, and then spend the next - in my case - two and one half hours engrossed in something else altogether.

~The genealogy ADD kicked in again.~
In my den, I have this bookcase.


It is deep enough to stack rows of books two deep. I also keep some files in there. One of my shrines is on top of it.

I went into it to clean out some previous years' tax returns.

As I was digging around, and giving things a good dusting at the same time, my half hour project blew up on me.

Because I found a very well-wrapped, astonishingly heavy parcel slumbering in the back recesses of the bookcase.

I took the parcel over to my coffee-table sized footstool and unwrapped it.

It was the Williams family Bible - the one I said DID NOT exist in this post.

Apparently, I wrapped it up in 1998, stowed it in the nether regions of the bookcase, and forgot about it.Maybe I forgot because of the condition of the Bible.

It was coming apart in chunks. The covers had detached themselves from themselves from the chunks of pages decades ago.

I went for the middle - and hit pay dirt.
The Bible was given to Maxie Leah Meek and Jo Desha Williams by Maxie's mother, Mary Emily (Conner) Meek Webb, for Christmas in 1890.


Maxie had immediate entries to write in it. Her marriage to Jo Desha Williams on 11 Feb 1886.

The first death since their marriage - that of their one day old daughter, Mildred Imogene, on 28 Jan 1890...

It was from that page that I found the date, although not the place, of death for Jo's brother, Lucien Eugene Williams, on 27 Dec 1900.

I loved the birth has the undated news clippings of the arrivals of some huge Williams babies.

At his birth, Cedric Hazen Williams weighed a hefty ten pounds.

Paul Meek Williams, born on Christmas Eve 1894, weighed in at ten and a half pounds.

And omigosh...My grandfather, Jo Duffie Williams, weighed twelve pounds.

No wonder Maxie was done after Jo...
LC, you were right.

Cousins, right click and save...
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I was quite intrigued and amused when I ran across this article, entitled, Single Blessedness Supported by an Apartment. It was written by Elizabeth Knight Tompkins, born 17 Oct 1865, in Oakland, CA.

She wrote the article to advocate for single women building their own homes, and arranging for live-in help to boot.

I alternately grinned and grimaced as I read it.




Some excerpts from the first four pages...

We may take it for granted that no woman beyond thirty, of larger interests than the small personal concerns of every day can find living in a boarding house or hotel any better than a concession to expeidiency and convenience. The problem of a home of her own for a single woman of moderate means is of difficult solution...There is all the difference between a rented house and your own house that there is between another person's children and your own...We will leave out of the question the possibility of buying a ready-made home, an expedient to be adopted only by women of small imagination and insignificant personality.

The problems of building a house for one are perlexing. I have known women who have solved them by one big room with small dependencies of bath and kitchen. This solution is unsatisfactory. In the first place, it means doing all one's own work, a high price to pay for independence and quarters to one's own taste...

...The problem, both constructive and economical is complicated all out of proportion by the introduction of a servant. Her advent involves a dining room, bedrooms, pantries, wash tubs, larger and more elaborate kitchen arrangements, and, if you have a conscience, another bathroom...

Tompkins takes the position throughout the article that a satisfying life for a woman consists of more than housework.

The part that makes me cringe is that for her, it seems *some* women should have a satisfying life, and there are others who should clean up the mess they make.

So how would a gentlewoman of moderate means get the household help she needed?

...The first floor represents an apartment to be let to tenants, who, for part of their rent, will agree to cook, clean and answer the doorbell for the inhabitant of the floor above. It was the success of a similar plan in a house in Boston that made the idea seem feasible...
As you can see in the pages above, she even gives her readers the floor plan she feels will get the job done.

And I have to wonder if she ever got her own house...Some day I mean to build just such a house as the one illustrated, but, in the meanwhile, other single women of home-loving instincts are welcome to the idea...
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Every family has some interesting stories about past events.

My brother-in-law has told me a few of those stories about his family as I have searched his family history.

One of them involved his paternal grandmother, Anna Marie Rian.
Anna Marie Rian was the daughter of Niels Rian and Maria Leontina Fallstrom, immigrants from Norway and Sweden.

She married John Hooper Rollins in January 1920 in Buhl, St. Louis Co., MN.

The way the family story went, Anna Marie had stowed away on a commercial passenger ship with one of her girlfriends.

This one wasn't far off, except there was no girlfriend aboard ship with her, although she had some help from friends.

I found this clipping today from the Duluth News Tribune, 17 Jul 1919.


Growing weary of Honolulu, Miss Anna Rian Decides to Return to States

Buhl, July 16 - American pluck with an equal amount of Yankee determination resulted in the return to Buhl of Miss Anna Rian, daughter of a prominent local merchant who shipped as a stowaway on an ocean liner to get away from Honolulu, where she had been teaching school.

The story which came to light today is this. Miss Rian, two weeks before the close of her school term, heard the call of "home." A steamer was sailing within a few days for the states and to miss passage on that boat would mean the plucky little school teacher would have to remain several weeks longer. School teacher friends of the Buhl girl arranged to finish out her contract for her and allow her to leave.

Another obstacle presented itself, however. Miss Rian was under contract and the Honolulu school authorities stated she would not be permitted to depart. The American get-there-spirit asserted itself.

Stows Away

Miss Rian managed to get on the boat as a stowaway and she was soon on the ocean sailing for home shores. Three hundred miles out the captain of the ship discovered the young woman and advised her that a mail boat sailing for Honolulu would pass them and she would be placed aboard and sent back.

Luckily fate helped the Buhl girl and the mail ship delayed by a storm did not pass the ship until it was close to San Francisco.

In the meantime passengers had interested themselves in behalf of the young woman. "We will send you back," the captain stated to her one morning as he neared Frisco's shores.

"I don't care now, I can swim that distance," she is said to have replied. The captain later congratulated her. Miss Rian says the experience was worth the effort as it brought her home several weeks ahead of time.

Then, another article in the same newspaper, dated 30 Jul 1919.

BUHL, July 29 - The transfer of the large Pacific Ocean steamers to the Atlantic ocean during the war is causing much hardship for persons in Honolulu who want to come to the United States, Miss Anna M. Rian says. She returned from Honolulu where she taught school recently.

"Hundreds are waiting at Honolulu for passage to the United States and all the steamers have been booked up until November," Miss Rian says. The recent articles which stated that she was a stowaway on a Pacific ocean steamer have been exaggerated, she said.

"When my school closed, I wanted to come home," Miss Rian said today. "It was a question of weeks of waiting, or getting aboard a steamer without a ticket. I chose the latter course, but about an hour after the steamer had left the harbor, I paid the purser for my passage and was listed as a passenger."
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I get emails regularly from all my subscription genealogy research services.

Ancestry sent me one last month that I just set aside, so I went to read it today.

Come take a look, they said, at the new records we have in the passport applications.

So I did.

Lookie what I found.

My granddaddy's passport application. He was assisted by the US Consulate in Panama to get an emergency passport, since he had already been living Panama for over a year. (Don't know if that was an oopsie or not.)


I guess passport photos have always looked really serious...


Dad says he thinks the 500 Long Street address is now Phoenix Avenue in Russellville.


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