Intellectual Property in My Family Tree

Annually, April 26 is World Intellectual Property Day, which was first celebrated in 2000.  It was established by the World Intellectual Property Organization to raise awareness of the impact of patents, copyrights, trademarks and design on daily life.  And some members of my family have patents and copyrights, so I'm going to celebrate them.

My cousin Al Lore, who worked as a chemist at DuPont, told me he holds five patents, relating to composition of matter and textile finishes (hospital nonwoven gown finish).  I was able to find three of them in the patent database by searching with Google.

Fluorine-containing terpolymers, as Albert L. Lore with Stuart Raynolds

Fluorosurfactant leveling agent, as Albert L. Lore

Oil- and water-repellant copolymers, as Albert Lynn Lore with Edward James Greenwood and Nandakumar Seshagiri Rao

I took chemistry in high school and got all A's, but I have to admit that I don't understand any of what Al's patents do.  I guess I'm not an organic chemist.

My cousin Sam Brainin, who was an electrical engineer, is in the database with one patent.

Space stabilization of a search pattern, as Samuel M. Brainin

My aunt Mary Meckler has written several books, for which she owns the copyrights, as far as I know.

The Magic of Tobias Twissle, as Mary Meckler

Aimsly's Attitude, as Mary Meckler

Tangled in Life:  A Lainey Kelso Mystery, as Mary M. Meckler

Everybody's Grandma, as Mary Meckler

Jangled Lives:  A Story of Love and Fear, as Mary M. Meckler

I had the pleasure of editing Tobias Twissle for my aunt.  I think I did some editing on Tangled in Life also.

My sister Stacy Fowler has cowritten two books.  I believe she shares the copyrights with her coauthor.

A Century in Uniform:  Military Women in American Films, Stacy Fowler and Deborah A. Deacon

Military Women in World Cinema:  A 20th Century History and Filmography, Deborah A. Deacon and Stacy Fowler

I know I have a thank you in the second book, because I translated several Russian titles and credits for Stacy.  I think I have a thank you in the first book also.

Maybe by posting this, I'll find out I have even more talented relatives!

Saturday Night Genealogy Fun: Be a Time Traveler

I think Randy Seaver has previously posted a challenge similar to that of today's Saturday Night Genealogy Fun, but it's an idea that deserves to be revisited multiple times.

Come on, everybody, join in and accept the mission and execute it with precision.

1.  We all wish that we knew more about our most elusive ancestors — the ones we might not know the surname for, or the one who was probably adopted, changed his name for some reason, or lived through war or a natural disaster.

2.  Be a time traveler.  Where would you go, whom would you speak with, what would you ask them?

3.  Share your time traveler adventure on your own blog, on Facebook or other social media, or in a comment on this blog.  Share the link to your stories on this blog, so readers can respond.

Randy didn't state this was only one trip, but that's how he wrote his response, so I'll stick with that.

Since I'm time traveling only one time, I have to choose to be there when my cousin Raymond Lawrence Sellers was adopted.  This probably took place in Cumberland County, New Jersey, with a small chance of it having been in Burlington County, New Jersey instead.  Raymond was born September 23, 1945 and apparently was surrendered for adoption by my Aunt Dottie soon after that, possibly before the end of October 1945.  So those are my estimated time and place.

As for whom I would speak with, I'll try to cover the bases.  I want to talk with the adoptive parents and anyone else who participated in any steps of the adoption.  If it was a documented adoption through the court system (the second version of events that I was told), that would include a presiding judge and any administrative personnel who observed the process or handled paperwork, either in the court system or at the adoption agency.  If it was an informal adoption to friends or extended family (the original version I heard), then probably the only other individuals would have been additional family members or friends who were there.

The one question that I would be asking is the name given to Raymond after adoption.  Without that piece of information, my research has been stalled for the almost 10 years that I have been trying to find him.  New Jersey still keeps its adoption records sealed since 1941.  My aunt registered with New Jersey as being willing to speak with Raymond if he ever contacted the state to try to find his birth parents.  Not only have we never received any communication from New Jersey, Dottie died in 2021.  I have not checked with the state to find out what alternatives might be available for contact given that fact, because I'm not optimistic that there are any, but I still need to do so just in case.

If I can learn Raymond's new name, I can try to trace him through his life.  I can look for school records, marriage records, birth records (of possible children), and death records.  I might find out he died young as a child.  But I also might discover that he married and had several children and grandchildren.  I concede that I consider the latter unlikely, as I have not been alerted to any DNA matches, and I have all of the databases covered with close and fairly close relatives who should match Raymond or his next generations if they test.  So either no one among Raymond and his possible progeny have tested, or it was only him, and he either has not tested or died without testing.

But even if the answer were that he died young and had no children, no one to connect with, I would finally have an answer and could tell his siblings, particularly my cousin Pattie, who since Dottie passed away has been the primary standard bearer hoping for a resolution to the search.  I'm sure that, even posthumously, Dottie would appreciate that we knew what had happened to the son she gave up.

Yom HaShoah: May Their Memory Be for a Blessing

Yom HaShoah is the annual day of remembrance commemorating the deaths of the approximately 6 million Jewish victims of the Holocaust during World War II.  It falls on 27 Nisan of the Jewish calendar, which measures days from sunset to sunset.  If 27 Nisan falls adjacent to Saturday, the Jewish Sabbath, the observation is shifted one day forward or back.  This year 27 Nisan falls on a Friday, so Yom HaShoah has been moved one day earlier, beginning at sunset today, April 23, and ending at sunset on April 24.

The following is the list of my family members I believe died in the Holocaust.  They are all are from the Mekler/Nowicki branch of my family and lived in what was Grodno gubernia in the Russian Empire (mostly now in Belarus).  I repeat their names every year so that they may not be forgotten.  May their memory be for a blessing.

Beile Dubiner
Eliezer Dubiner
Herschel Dubiner
Moishe Dubiner
Sore (Mekler) Dubiner
Aidel Goldsztern
Golda Goldsztern
Josef Goldsztern
Pearl (Gorfinkel) Goldsztern
Tzvi Goldsztern
Esther Golubchik
Fagel Golubchik
Lazar Golubchik
Peshe (Mekler) Golubchik
Pinchus Golubchik
Yechail Golubchik
Mirka (Nowicki) Krimelewicz
— Krimelewicz
Beile Szocherman
Chanania Szocherman
Mobsza Eli Szocherman
Perel Szocherman
Raizl (Perlmutter) Szocherman
Zlate Szocherman

Sore (Mekler) Dubiner was the sister of
my great-grandfather Moishe Mekler

Wordless Wedding Wednesday

Learning More about My Cousin Billie

I've written previously about the photo bonanza that my sister sent to me after her niece had scanned thousands of photographs that were left in the house after our father passed away.  I've made many discoveries and unearthed several childhood memories by going through the photos, and I still have a long way to go to identify all of them.

Now that bonanza has to compete with another one.

About a year and a half ago, I was contacted out of the blue by a woman named Wendi Shaw, who looks for family items for sale in auctions and the like.  She called herself an heirloom hunter, which she does as a hobby.  She goes through the items, puts them in binders, does some research, tries to find family members, and offers to send the items back to them.

She told me she was trying to reach the Brainin family, because she had acquired several of Billie Brainin's items.

I recognized the name right away.  Billie was the daughter of David Brainin, a younger brother of my great-grandmother Sarah Brainin.

Wendi included four photos of the pile of letters.  Three photographs were visible in the collection.

So I shouted out loud, jumped up and down, did the genealogy happy dance, and told her I would love to have the items.

I discovered that she had found me through my blog (this one!), where I had written about Billie a couple of times.

I sent her my address and looked forward to receiving this new family history bonanza.  I even posted the photo of Billie that she had sent me.

And I waited.

After several months, I sent another message, asking if something had happened.  Which it had:  Real life had interfered.

But Wendi was glad I had written again, because she apparently had lost my contact information.  And said she would be sending me the items soon, with one catch:  She wanted me to confirm when I received everything (I already did that) and to let her know when I blogged about this discovery.  And hey, that's what I'm doing now!

It was clear when I started looking at all the items that Wendi had already done some sorting and that they were not in the order in which they had been in the storage unit; she had told me that she had gone through them and put them into plastic sleeves.  So I did not feel compelled to keep them in the order in which I had received them, something that should be considered from an archival perspective.  Since the original order was already lost, I have chosen to put everything in chronological order as much as possible.  So far I have found six items with no dates on them.  Two of those (a music program and a piece of a newspaper) I have determined the dates by searching for text that appears.  That leaves me only four undated items:  two cards and two letters.  Maybe I'll be able to figure out where they fit by context.

The earliest item is a funeral bill from 1924.  The most recent so far is a letter from 1964.

I've only begun to go through the items and actually read them.  Some of what I have found already in this amazing gift:

I learned that Billie, the only name I had ever heard for my cousin, was not actually her given name at birth!  A couple of the letters were addressed to Mildred Brainin, and when I looked for that name in the New York City birth index on Ancestry, I found her.  Totally news to me!  I had not searched for her birth previously because Billie was born late enough that I know New York City won't send me a copy of her birth certificate, even though she died more than 30 years ago.  They're just not a friendly jurisdiction to work with.

Among the letters were four from my cousin Sam Brainin (whom I knew personally) to Billie, his sister, while he was in the Navy.  I have been in contact with Sam's children for several years, so I wrote to one of them to ask if she would like to have the letters.

I'm looking forward to reading all of the letters and learning more about Billie.  I don't know yet how personal any of the information is, so I can't tell how much I might feel comfortable posting.  But it's going to be a fascinating adventure, I'm sure.

Saturday Night Genealogy Fun: Five Funny, Strange, Interesting, or Unique Surnames in Your Family Tree

I have too many possibilities for tonight's Saturday Night Genealogy Fun challenge from Randy Seaver.

Come on, everybody, join in and accept the mission and execute it with precision.

1.  We all have a plethora of surnames in our family trees — and some of them are funny, strange, interesting, or unique.  Please share five of your funny, strange, interesting, or unique surnames in your ancestry.  How are they related to you?

2.  Share your five surnames on your own blog, on Facebook or other social media, or in a comment on this blog.  Share the link to your stories on this blog, so readers can respond.

[Thank you to Linda Stufflebean for this SNGF prompt.]

I started out with about a dozen possibilities.  How did I narrow it down to five?  I managed somehow.

If I go for funny, I have:

Ida Bogus (1907–1978), who was married to Harry Herman Meckler.  Harry is my granduncle, the brother of my maternal grandfather.  I am in contact with extended family from the Bogus line.  Apparently that was the name in the old country.  Notwithstanding what the meaning of the name was there, here, in English, it's an amusing name to have.

I also have Mr. Byers (sorry, no given name or dates), who married my 6th cousin 1x removed Chris Eve Meeks.  I realize that is not amusing in and of itself, but the juxtaposition of Byers and Sellers certainly is.

For strange, I offer:

Berdelia Martha Elisa Abplanalp (1898–1967), who was married to Calvin William Hutson.  He is my 5th cousin 2x removed.  I know Abplanalp is a fine Swiss surname, but it's another one that English puts a different spin on.  When you say it, it kind of sounds like you're blubbering.

I have one name in my own family that I have found to be unique, at least in the form originally used by my family members.

Chanania Szocherman (no dates known), who married my 2nd cousin 3x removed (I think) Rojzla Perlmutter (about 1885–about 1941).  With that spelling, which is how it occurs in European records, I have found it only for my family members, and no one else.  Of the seven children I know of from this marriage, four died without issue, one daughter changed her name when she married, one son kept the spelling Szocherman, and one changed it to Socherman, which is also unique to this family, as far as I know.

Unique in a different way:

Margarita Artabotavsky, the mother of my 4th cousin's ex-husband.  When I Google this name, I get absolutely zero results.  So it must be spelled wrong, but that's the spelling my cousin gave me.  This name should eventually resolve when I learn the correct spelling.

Not in my family, but two other unique surnames I have researched:

Leo Martin McStroul (about 1881–1943), paternal grandfather of my aunt Mary McStroul.  His original name was Moska Leib Strul.  When he became an American citizen, he wrote a letter asking that his name be changed to Leo Martin McStroul.  Family members have told me that he didn't want a name that sounded Jewish.  So he made up the name McStroul.  If I find that name, I know it's my aunt's family.  I might be behind on a kid or two, but I know of only 21 people who have had that surname.

George Gudapel (1871–1950), maternal grandfather of Kathleen Joseph, with whom I used to work.  George's original surname was Gutapfel.  That name comes from three small villages in Alsace-Lorraine.  Most immigrants to this country tended to change the spelling to Goodapple, which is the literal translation of the German.  George changed it to Gudapel.  He married and had two daughters.  Four people in the history of the world have had that name with that spelling.

How Was the Trip, Mr. Brainin?

1906 passenger list for Mendel Brainin

Mendel Hertz Brainin, my great-great-grandfather, arrived at the port of New York on April 17, 1906 on the S.S. Gneisenau.  He departed from Bremen on April 5.  As I did with my great-great-grandfather Avigdor Gorodetsky, I will go through and analyze all of the information on his passenger list pages.

As I believe was the case for all of my immigrant Jewish relatives, he traveled in steerage.  He appears on line 25 on the page above.  Over the number 25 is a stamped word, "ADMITTED."  (We'll talk about that soon.)  His name was recorded only as Mendel Brainin; I know the middle name of Hertz from family information.  He was 46 years old, suggesting a birth year of about 1859–1860.  This is the earliest document I have for him; other documents extend the range for his year of birth to 1863.  I do not have any documents for him from the Russian Empire.

He was male and married, and his occupation was shoemaker.  If I can ever find any Russian documents for him, that's not a common trade, so it will be helpful information.  He was able to read and write; I'm sure he could write in Hebrew, as he later worked as a rabbi.  Maybe he could read and write in Russian also.

He was a citizen of Russia (well, maybe) and of the Hebrew race, meaning he was Jewish.  Somewhat surprising to me, he seems to be the only Jewish person on this list, or certainly the only one designated as such.  Half the people on the page are "Kovak" and from Hungary, but I don't know of an ethnicity by that name; Kovak to me is a blacksmith.  Others are German, Magyar (Hungarian), Bohemian, Croatian, and Polish.  Hmm, that Croatian is a little out of his native area.

Mendel's last residence was Kreuzburg, Russia, which is now Krustpils, Latvia.  Everyone in this branch of my family said they were from Kreuzburg when they came here, but I still haven't found any documentation from the old country to substantiate it.  Mendel's destination was New York.  His ticket was for that destination, and it was paid for by his son.

He had $3 in his possession.  He had never been to the United States before.

The person to whom he was going was his son Max Brainin at 236-34 (I think) 103 Street, New York.  Max, whose Jewish name was Nachman, was the oldest son and the first family member to make the trip to the Goldene Medine, arriving in August 1904.

The next six columns are ditto marks for Mendel and for everyone on the page except the person on the first line, indicating that they have not been prisoners, in an almshouse, in an institution for the insane, or supported by charity; they're not polygamists; they're not anarchists; they're not coming due to some agreement to work in the United States; their mental and physical health is good; and they are not deformed or crippled.  Hooray, everyone is in great shape!

And that's the end of the passenger list.  Only one page in early 1906.

Now back to that stamped ADMITTED.  That indicates that Mendel was held for some reason and potentially could have been deported, but that the authorities decided to admit him.   If there's an ADMITTED, an X, or an SI next to someone's name, you want to look for a page about that detention.  Usually I have found them after all the regular pages for the ship manifest, but sometimes they were microfilmed at the beginning.

I did find the page with Mendel on it.  It is titled Record of Aliens Held for Special Inquiry.  Sometimes you can find these online by searching in the index for the database, but sometimes the passenger's name is spelled differently on the two pages.  If the index doesn't find your person, look at the top of the passenger list for a large, handwritten number.  On this page, it's in the upper right and is called List, and it's number 1.  Then find the detention pages and look through them manually for your person's name and that number, which will be under Group.  (I do not know why it's called List on one page and Group on the other.)  Sometimes not all of the detention pages survived, so on occasion you might not find your person at all.

1906 Gneisenau Record of Aliens Held for Special Inquiry

Below the page title it shows that this is for the S.S. Gneisenau (N.G.L.), which stands for North German Lloyd.  (This Gneisenau is not any of the ones with pages on Wikipedia, but I did find information about it on GGArchives.com.)  The official arrival date of the ship into New York was April 15, but this page shows the detainees' arrival as April 17.  I have read that sometimes steerage passengers were deboarded later than other passengers.  I don't know if they were held on the ship those extra two days or maybe somewhere else.

The columns on this page are different from the regular passenger list.  The first column, which has no header, is the passenger's age and sex.  For Mendel this is 46 and m.  Next is the number of the passenger on this page, which for Mendel is 25.  Then is the passenger's name:  Brainin, Mendel.

The next three columns correspond to information from the main passenger list:  Group number, line number, and number of people in the party.  For Mendel these are 1, 25 again (a coincidence?), and 1.

The next column is the Cause of Detention, which is the same for every person on this page:  LPC, or "Likely Public Charge."  This means that when the passenger was being checked in, someone thought he wasn't going to be able to support himself and was going to end up being supported by the government.  Single women, women with children, and young people without trades were routinely held as LPC.

Mendel wasn't very old and did have a trade, so it was a little surprising that he was listed with this reason.  But some people have additional information in this field, and Mendel is one of those.  The additional comment is "Dr. Cert."  Maybe he looked frail or ill.

Next is the column for Inspector, and the name is Bechtel.  I noticed that Bechtel was the inspector for the person two lines above Mendel, who also had a comment of "Dr. Cert."  Maybe Bechtel was assigned to those specifically.

Next there are several columns under Actions of the Board of Special Inquiry.  This section has three subheads:  Dep. Excl. [Deportable Excludable], Rehearing, and Admitted.  Each of these also has subheads.  All three have Date, Page, and Sec'y [Secretary].  Admitted has a fourth, Time.  Most people on the page were admitted, including Mendel.  The only thing I can read for his line is the date, 4/24, which is written in the page column.  The other writing there is too light for me to interpret.

The two sections after Actions are Departmental and Executive Orders, with subheads of Date, Record No., and Orders; and Deported, with subheads of Date, Ship, and Officer.  Only one person on this page appears to have been deported.  I'm glad it wasn't Mendel.

The last section is Meals, with subheads of Breakfast, Dinner, and Supper.  The more meals, the longer the person was held.  The arrival date on the page is April 17, and the date given for Mendel's hearing is April 24.  His meal numbers are 7 breakfasts, 8 dinners, and 7 suppers.  That almost adds up right.  I wonder why or how he apparently had two dinners in one day.

Going through this form has made me realize that I have never requested a search for Mendel's Special Inquiry records.  I have read many times that most Special Inquiry hearing files did not survive, but that means that some did (such as that of actress Lea Michele's great-grandmother, as discussed on an episode of Who Do You Think You Are?).  And if I don't ask, I'll never know if Mendel's is one of the surviving files.  I think I need to add that to my (long) list of things to do.

As I wrote above, the Special Inquiry page indicates that Mendel arrived on April 17, 1906.  Coincidentally, April 17 is the day now celebrated as Ellis Island Family History Day!  That date was chosen because one year after Mendel came to this country, on April 17, 1907, the busiest day in the history of Ellis Island apparently took place, with 11,747 people passing through.  The day has been celebrated since 2001, when Ellis Island launched online access to passenger lists of people going through the immigration station.

Wordless Wednesday

Happy Birthday, Baby Brother!

It's my brother's birthday!  So I decided to celebrate by posting this black and white study that our father took of him.  This was at our father's house in Mary Esther, Florida, but I don't know what year (maybe Mark will know).  Since it's in black and white, Daddy may have developed it himself, although I don't remember him having a dark room at this house.

Saturday Night Genealogy Fun: Two Truths and One Lie

This isn't a game that I used to play, but I have heard of it.  It certainly makes an interesting challenge for Saturday Night Genealogy Fun.

Come on, everybody, join in and accept the mission and execute it with precision.

1.  Let's play the game "Two Truths and One Lie."  Tell three family stories — two must be true, and one must be a lie, an untruth.

2.  Have your readers guess which story is the lie and give their reasons for picking that story.

3.  Share your three stories on your own blog, on Facebook or other social media, or in a comment on this blog.  Share the link to your stories on this blog, so readers can respond.

4.  After all comments are in, share the lie in a comment on your post.

Okay, here goes.

1.  My great-great-grandmother Martha Winn (1837–1884) was three months pregnant when she married my great-great-grandfather Frederick Cleworth Dunstan (1840–1873) in 1858.

2.  My great-grandmother Jane Dunstan (1871–1954) was three months pregnant when she married my great-grandfather Thomas Kirkland Gauntt (1870–1951) in 1891.

3.  My mother, Myra Roslyn Meckler (1940–1995), was three months pregnant when she married my father, Bertram Lynn Sellers, Jr. (1935–2019), in 1961.

Which story is the lie?  Why do you think that story is the lie?

The Big Reveal

Even though Randy's instructions said to share the lie in a comment, everyone else updated the original post, so I'll do that also.  The lie is #2.  My great-grandmother was actually six months pregnant when she married my great-grandfather.  I guess the Nineties were a little more swinging than the Sixties in this case.

My Father and Two of His Sisters

April 10 is Siblings Day in the United States.  The general idea is celebrating the bond and special relationship between siblings.  Last year was the first time I posted about it on my blog, which I did for a Wordless Wednesday.  That was a photo from my brother's wedding, with my brother and all of his siblings and my sister-in-law with her siblings.  I think I have enough photos of different generations of siblings in my family that I can keep this going for a few years.

This year's photo is of my father and his two older half-sisters from my grandfather's first marriage.  I'm glad my cousin recognized her mother and her aunt in the photo, because I had never seen photos of them this young.

Dorothy Mae Sellers, Bertram Lynn Sellers, Jr., and Mildred Sellers

As best my cousin and I can estimate, the photograph was probably taken about 1937, maybe in summer or fall.  My father was born in December 1935.  He looks like he can't quite really stand on his own, as the girls are propping him up, but he seems to be contributing some of the effort, and he definitely looks too big to be less than a year old.  Dottie was born in 1925, and Mildred was born in 1928.  (As is common, a photograph with no identification of the people in it!  Make sure you get yours identified as soon as possible!)

Since the estimate is 1937, it was likely taken in New Jersey.  According to the list of residences my grandfather wrote down, in 1937 the family was living on Grand Avenue in Englewood, New Jersey.  My father was born nearby in Englewood Cliffs.

It was probably my grandfather who took the photo.  He seems to have taken many of the photographs in the photo bonanza I received from my sister, which is where this photo came from.

Wordless Wednesday

 

What Do You Mean, You Don't Like It?

I'm celebrating National Beer Day by reminiscing about drinking Guinness at the brewery in Dublin, Ireland.

I'm shocked to realize that it has been almost 30 years since I was in Dublin.  How did that much time go by?

But that's how long it has been.  In 1996, I managed to wrangle Gaming Guests of Honor invitations for GaelCon, the national Irish gaming convention, for myself and one of my best friends, Chris Williams.

While both Chris and I had been working in the adventure game industry for several years, neither of us was of the stature of the big names.  I knew that, so I worked a different angle to nail down those invitations.  I submitted our gaming resumes and asked if we were going to be in the United Kingdom already, perhaps the convention would consider flying us over from London.  And our resumes were definitely good enough to carry that.

So we flew into Gatwick, got through customs, and trundled immediately over to the gate where we boarded our Ryanair flight to Dublin.  Even now, my strongest memory of that flight is the one flight attendant who was very, very tall, but the flight attendant jumpseats were very, very close to the deck.  That poor girl had to fold her legs totally under the seat, and she looked so uncomfortable.

I don't really remember the details of our arrival in Dublin.  I think we were picked up at the airport?  We somehow arrived at the bed and breakfast that was to be our home base for the next week and a half.  They had incredibly good, homestyle food, and we loved eating there.  That was the first time I ever had milk that still had the cream on top.  Heaven!

The first several days were spent attending the convention, and we had a great time.  John Tynes was the major guest of honor, and I vaguely recall something about him having to shave his head because he didn't remember to bring Hamish back to Ireland with him.

After the convention was over, we spent a few more days in Dublin being tourists and sightseeing.  And one of the things we did was visit the Guinness brewery at St. James's Gate to take the tour.

I have been a fan of Guinness for many years.  I like my beer dark and chewy, and Guinness is the epitome of that.  So I had been looking forward to the tour since we arrived.

When we bought our tickets and checked in, we also received two coupons, each good for a half-pint of Guinness after the tour.

At this point I unfortunately don't remember the details of the tour, but I recall that it was interesting and had a good amount of history about the making of stout in general and about Guinness in particular.

I do remember that at the end of the tour everyone was pointed toward the tasting room and given instructions on how to redeem our coupons.

As I mentioned, I like Guinness, so I quickly gave both of my coupons for a full pint.

Chris, on the other hand, redeemed only one coupon and got a half-pint.

We sat down and I happily started drinking my Guinness.  Yum!  I decided that it really does taste better in Dublin.  Now that I think about it, that is one thing I remember from the tour:  We were told that the reason it tastes better in Dublin is because the water comes from the River Liffey.  I'm willing to concede that's the case.

Chris, however, took two sips from his glass, pushed it away, and said, "I don't like it."

Shocked, shocked I was!  And I said, "What do you mean, you don't like it?"

"I just don't like it."

There's no accounting for taste.  But I wasn't going to let that good stout go to waste.  I took his glass and finished that along with mine.

The ironic thing is that after we returned to the United States, he started drinking Scotch.  I guess there really is no accounting for taste.

Image by Aneil Lutchman and licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 2.0 Generic license.

Where's Grandpa?

My grandfather wearing his Shriner's fez,
whose whereabouts are also unknown.

Today, April 6, was my paternal grandfather's birthday.

Bertram Lynn Sellers, Sr. was born April 6, 1903 in Mount Holly, Burlington County, New Jersey.  He died January 23, 1995 in Niceville, Okaloosa County, Florida.

When I thought, "Where's Grandpa?", the first thing that came to my mind was the humorous link on Steve Morse's One-Step Website.  But that's actually looking for your great-grandfather.

What I'm really thinking about when I ask that question, though, is where is what's left of my grandfather.

I know from my grandfather's death certificate that he was cremated.  So what's left of him are the cremains.

But I don't know where they are.

When Grandpa died, he was married to his third wife, Adelle Cordelia Taylor.  She was the only person he was married to during my life; they married the year before I was born.  Adelle was a very quiet woman, and Grandpa pretty much controlled her life.

About a year or two before he died, Grandpa had a stroke.  Adelle couldn't care for him, because she was about 80 years old at the time.  So Grandpa was moved to a rehabilitation facility in town.  Adelle didn't drive, so she could only visit when someone took her there, which wasn't often.  She was left sitting at home most of the time.  I'm sure she went to church quite a bit, because it was just across the street, but I don't think she did much else.  Her niece visited Grandpa every day and helped with his physical therapy.  She may have been living in the house with Adelle during this time.

But then Grandpa died.

My Aunt Carol, Grandpa's youngest child, asked me one day if I could find out what happened to her father's cremains.  So I started trying to figure it out.

The death certificate doesn't state who received the cremains, only which company handled the cremation.  I started there.

And learned that the facility that handled Grandpa's cremation no longer exists.  I found the name of the company that bought its business, but the new company didn't get (maybe didn't bother to get?) all of the records from the old company (or at least that's what they told me).  So they couldn't tell me what happened to Grandpa's cremains.

And the trail stopped there.

I'm thinking, "Aren't there laws about this?  Doesn't someone have to keep track of where these things go?"

But it was several years after the fact that I started looking for this information, and by that time Grandpa was already lost.

My best guess is that Adelle probably received the cremains.  After settling Grandpa's estate, she moved about 20 miles north of Niceville to Crestview, to live with her nephew.  I know that she brought a bunch of Grandpa's papers and photos with her, because another aunt was given those several years later (see the next paragraph).  So it's a reasonable guess that she brought the cremains with her also.

A little more than five years after Grandpa died, Adelle passed away in Crestview, on May 25, 2000.  And a few years after that, Adelle's nephew contacted my Aunt Dottie to give her all of my grandfather's papers that Adelle had kept.  If he had the cremains, one would think he would have offered to give those also.  But if they weren't in an urn and were just in a plain box, maybe no one realized what they were and they were tossed out (which is why I need to label the little urn that has some of my father's cremains in it, so it doesn't suffer that fate).

I am still very disappointed that I couldn't answer the question "Where's Grandpa?" and return his cremains to my aunt.

Saturday Night Genealogy Fun: What Was Your Biggest Genealogy Wild Ancestor (Goose) Chase?

I'm sure everyone has had at least one wild goose chase that would qualify for tonight's Saturday Night Genealogy Fun challenge from Randy Seaver, right?

Come on, everybody, join in and accept the mission and execute it with precision.

1.  All genealogists are human, and most of us have made gone on wild ancestor (goose) chases in our genealogy research careers.  What was one of the wild ancestor chases in your research?  Explain the situation and how you (hopefully!) solved the puzzle.

2.  Tell us about your biggest genealogy wild ancestor (goose) chase in your own blog post, in a comment on this post, or in a Facebook post.  Please leave a link on this post if you write your own post.

I've written previously about my biggest wild ancestor chase.

Way back when I was 13 and started researching my family, my father, my aunt, and my grandfather told me that my great-great-grandmother was Kate Moore and treated her name as though it were her maiden name.  So that's what I wrote down and then began to look for.

I searched for a Kate/Katherine/Catherine Moore marrying a Sellers and having a son named Cornelius Elmer Sellers for years and couldn't find her.  I searched lists of marriages and other records with no success.

I even bought a book about the Moore family of Burlington County, New Jersey, because that's where my family was from.  I found a Catherine Sellers who married George W. Moore, but that didn't fit what I was told, which was Kate Moore marrying a Sellers.  I kept the book, though.

Not long after I had read the book and decided it didn't have the person I was looking for, I spoke for the first time with my grandfather's last surviving sibling, Aunt Betty, the baby of the family.  After warming up to me, she was giving me information about the family when I said something about her paternal grandmother, Kate Moore.  She responded, "Well, you know that Moore was her second husband."

Well, no, I didn't know that.

Aunt Betty explained that her father's father had died young and that her grandmother had remarried, to George W. Moore, a few years after that.  That's when she became Kate Moore.  And George and Kate had a son, Howard Evans Moore.

Whoops!  Time to restart all my research!

That conversation was on a Sunday.  The next day at work, we were having our staff meeting and talking about what we done over the weekend.  I was telling them about my talk with Aunt Betty when I suddenly remembered the book about the Moore family, which was still sitting in my van a month after I had read it.  I jumped up, ran down to the van, got the book, and ran back into the office.

I excitedly found that entry about Catherine Sellers marrying George W. Moore and looked to see if they had had any children.  Well, whaddaya know?  They had a son named . . . Howard Evans Moore!

So I accidentally had found Kate Moore after all.  Her maiden name, by the way, was Catherine Fox Owen.

The second half of the wild goose chase, however, came when I learned through DNA testing that my grandfather — and by extension my entire family line descended from him — was a Sellers through informal adoption.  Elmer Sellers was not the biological father of my grandfather; he had married my great-grandmother when my grandfather was seven months old and had raised him as his own.  All the research I had done on the Sellers family, back to Hans Georg Söller, born in 1615 in Weinheim, Baden, had been on my adoptive line.  Still my family, just not in the way I had originally thought.

I'm still working on that part of the puzzle.

Wordless Wednesday

I Found Out Where We Had Our Vacation!

It's amazing what you can learn once you find the right people to ask.

Back on November 8, I posted a series of photographs from a vacation my family took, probably around April 1970, when most of the photos were dated.  Some photos were at picnic tables, some by a tent, some by a lake, and some of different family members standing in front of rock formations.

I still remember that we visited Lake Mead when I was young, so that was my guess for the lake in the photos.  But I had no idea where the rock formations could be.  I threw the question out to anyone looking at the blog post.

No one posted any comments on the blog, but I did get several comments on my Facebook page.  One in particular, from my cousin's wife, suggested that the rocks might be at Red Rock Canyon National Conservation Area in Nevada.  So I looked it up online, found an e-mail address for questions, and sent a link to my blog post, asking if anyone there could tell me if the photos were taken at Red Rock.

The person who first received my message said he would forward it to people at Red Rock to look at.  It took a couple of weeks, but a very nice person from Red Rock responded and said the photos didn't look like Red Rock, but maybe they were at Valley of Fire State Park, also in Nevada.  He sent me the URL for Valley of Fire's site.

So I visited the Valley of Fire site, found an e-mail address there to send questions to, and went through the same routine.  This person thought the photos did look like Valley of Fire, and he said he would forward them to staff at the park to see if they could find the locations.

This time I waited much longer.  I realized after three months that I had never heard anything back, so I sent a follow-up message.  My contact said he would poke the staff at Valley of Fire.

Three days later, a message came from a new person, someone at Valley of Fire.  She said yes indeed, those photos sure did look like they were at her park, and she was going to ask some staff members to try to find the locations.

And two days after that, woo hoo!  Not only did they find all three locations, they took photos of them while holding up printouts of my photos from 1970!  Look what they sent me:

First we have the photo of the Toyota station wagon, and then just the rock formation.

Here's the photo of my father, and next the same rock formation without the photo.

Last but not least, the photo of the three of us kids being held up in front of the same rocks, and the rocks by themselves.

And now I know that all of these photos were taken in the Seven Sisters picnic area at Valley of Fire State Park.  Since there were photos of us sitting at a picnic table, I'm guessing that table was not far from the rock formations.  I hope that the picnic tables from 1970 have been replaced by now, although I'm amazed that the rocks look almost exactly the same as they did 55 years ago.  I know geologic time is slow, but I would have expected more erosion.

It's almost exactly 55 years ago, in fact.  I realized that we probably took this vacation during Easter break (yes, back then, before political correctness, it was Easter break, not spring break as it's now called), because my parents weren't really big on having us miss school unnecessarily.  Looking at the calendar for 1970, Easter fell on March 29 that year.  If I remember correctly (it has been a while, after all), Easter break was the week before Easter, so we would have been there during the week leading up to March 29.  And that was just last Saturday.  If Easter break came after Easter itself, then it's 55 years ago this week.

I'm so stoked that I was able to identify the locations for these photos, and also figured out when!  Next up, I think I'll see if the people at Lake Mead National Recreation Area can tell me where at the lake those photos were taken (the person who sent me the URL for Valley of Fire also sent me the one for Lake Mead).  I'm feeling lucky.

And I did receive permission to post these photos on my blog (because of course I asked; I didn't take the photos, so I don't own the copyright).  I'm still waiting on an answer from the park interpreter on whether she wants name credit for the photos.

Addendum, April 1, 2025:  The park interpreter has decided she wants to stay anonymous.  But I gave her a big thank you for helping me solve my mystery!

Saturday Night Genealogy Fun: The Occupations of My 2nd-great-grandfathers

I'm sure I have most of the information for tonight's Saturday Night Genealogy Fun challenge from Randy Seaver, but I don't know if I have it memorized.  I'm going to test myself.

Come on, everybody, join in and accept the mission and execute it with precision.

1.  Our ancestors had to work to support themselves and their families.  Do you know what occupations your 2nd great-grandfathers had?  Tell us about them.  If one intrigues or mystifies you, ask a free artificial intelligence tool to tell you more about the occupation in that place and time.

2.  Tell us about the occupations of your 2nd-great-grandfathers (and any AI created descriptions of those occupations) in your own blog post, in a comment on this post, or in a Facebook post.  Please leave a link on this post if you write your own post.

Okay, let's see how I do.

My eight 2nd-great-grandfathers and their occupations are:

Joel Armstrong (about 1849–?), laborer

James Gauntt (1831–1899), wheelwright

Frederick Cleworth Dunstan (1840–1873), file grinder

Simcha Dovid Mekler (?–before 1904), possibly carpenter

Gershon Novitsky (originally Gershon Nowicki, about 1856–1948), wood turner, Hebrew teacher

Victor Gordon (originally Avigdor Gorodetsky, about 1863–1924), businessman, furrier

Morris Brainin (originally Mendel Hertz Brainin, about 1861–1930), shoemaker, peddler, rabbi

And that's only seven of them, because I still don't know who my biological great-grandfather was on the Sellers line, so I can't know who his father was.  If I include Sellers, my adoptive line:

Cornelius Godschalk Sellers (1845–1877), printer

I actually did very well from memory.  I did not remember the birth years of James Gauntt, Frederick Dunstan, and Cornelius Sellers or the earlier occupations of Gershon Novitsky and Morris Brainin.  Everything else I knew.

I still don't know when Joel Armstrong died.  I've seen it listed in a few family trees as 1921, but I have seen no documentation of his death (I don't think I've seen a complete date).  I keep looking.

Simcha Dovid Mekler never came to the United States.  I'm happy to know his name.  My guess for carpenter as his occupation is because his son, my great-grandfather Morris Mackler, was listed as a carpenter when he immigrated here, and many sons follow in their father's occupations.

And I just noticed that all eight men had different occupations!

I know that a carpenter and a wood turner are not the same thing, but I decided to search for the difference to clarify what they each do.  Google now automagically returns an AI synopsis at the top of the results page most of the time.  It said:

"a wood turner focuses on creating symmetrical, rotational objects using a lathe, while a carpenter focuses on structural and functional wood construction [such as] framing [and] trim, and installing fixtures."

So Randy can be happy that I did an AI search for my post.

Wordless Wednesday

 

Tuberculosis Is Still with Us

I was reading the Wikipedia page about World Tuberculosis Day, which falls today, March 24.  I had not realized that in the 1880's TB was the cause of death for one in seven people worldwide.  That's roughly 14%.  Current numbers that I found by searching online suggest that the world's current population is around 8.2 billion and that about 1.25 million people die annually from TB, for a percentage of about .0002.  Many more people, but a significantly smaller percentage of them overall.  So even though it is still with us, we seem to have improved a little in keeping people healthy.

March 24 was inaugurated as World Tuberculosis Day in 1982 because it was the 100th anniversary of when Dr. Robert Koch announced in 1882 that he had discovered the bacterium that causes tuberculosis:  Mycobacterium tuberculosis.  The purpose of World Tuberculosis Day is to draw attention to the fact that it still kills far too many people even now, in pretty much every country, including the United States.

Many well known people historically have suffered from tuberculosis.  There's even a page devoted to them on Wikipedia!  Just a few names I noted are Aubrey Beardsley, Sarah Bernhardt, Anne and Emily Bronte, Anton Chekhov, Frederic Chopin, Edward VI of England, W. C. Fields, Robert Heinlein, Vivien Leigh, Christy Mathewson, Amedeo Modigliani, Moliere, Edvard Munch, Florence Nightingale, George Orwell (Eric Arthur Blair), Junipero Serra, Igor Stravinsky, and Henry David Thoreau.

I wrote about World Tuberculosis Day in 2016 and had only one relative at that time whom I knew had died of TB.  In searching through my family tree program, I now have found three more cousins who died of tuberculosis.  I as yet have not found an ancestor who died of TB, although I have a note that one of my Hananiah Gaunt grandfathers supposedly did.  I'm still looking for documentation of that.

Henry H. Gauntt, son of Hananiah Selah Gaunt and Margaret S. Scott, died October 16, 1916 in Lumberton, Burlington County, New Jersey.  He was 42 years old and is my 1st cousin 3x removed.

Robert Francis Gauntt, son of John Benjamin Gaunt and Sarah Virginia Woolston, died July 17, 1917 in Norristown, Montgomery County, Pennsylvania.  He was only 28 years old and is my 1st cousin 2x removed.

Ridgway Eacritt Zelley, son of Joseph Ridgway Zelley and Sarah R. Eacritt, died September 10, 1928 in Amarillo, Potter County, Texas.  He was 50 years old and is my 3rd cousin 2x removed.

Although the primary affliction we hear about spreading through World War I boot camps is influenza, tuberculosis also was a problem.  What's interesting about Robert Francis Gauntt is that his draft registration, dated June 5, 1917 — only six weeks before he died — indicates that he was having lung problems then.  If he was already sick, he probably wouldn't have made it through induction, so he appears to have acquired tuberculosis without being drafted and going to boot camp.

Saturday Night Genealogy Fun: What Plans Do You Have to Pass On Your Genealogy Work?

I've been thinking about this for a while also, Randy, but it's good to prompt people with a Saturday Night Genealogy Fun post.

Come on, everybody, join in and accept the mission and execute it with precision.

1.  What plans, or potential plans, do you have to pass your genealogy work to relatives and/or descendants, or posterity?

2.  Tell us about your plans to pass your work on in your own blog post, in a comment on this post, or in a Facebook post.  Please leave a link on this post if you write your own post.

And just because I've been thinking about it doesn't mean I've figured out the answer yet.

Seriously, I have no idea.

So far no one in my family is interested in carrying on the work, that's for sure.  Whenever I stop, I'm pretty sure that'll be the end of adding information.

I've been sharing information with family members for literally decades now.  Every year for Christmas and Chanukah I used to mail updates to each family member I was in contact with for every family line that person descended from.  Some have become interested in specific people — for example, my cousin Yoni has developed a strong focus on our great-great-grandmother; my cousin Jeff was so struck by learning that his grandfather's family name had originally been Gorodetsky that he created that domain, but it doesn't appear that he has kept it — which is nice, but that's pretty much where it ends.  The information is out there, though, so it probably won't disappear entirely.

I suspect the best thing I can do for posterity is to create a "family report" style book that is well documented for each of my family lines and give copies of them to the FamilySearch Library.  That will help keep the information available to everyone, as I don't expect the LDS church to disappear.

The physical items that I have, particularly photographs, are likely doomed.  I don't think anyone else will want to maintain them, especially the ones that are still not identified.  "Why would we want to keep these?  We don't know who those people are."  My father's racing trophies?  They'll be gone.  Even my family ketubot will have trouble finding someone willing to keep them.

I better stop here.  I'm making myself depressed.

Celebrating the Flowers in My Father's Yard

There really is a "national" day for just about everything, isn't there?  Today, March 21, is National Flower Day, at least according to National Today (but it isn't listed with National Day Calendar, National Day Archives, or Days of the Year; I guess you have to pay each individually).  No background was provided on how the day was officially started (or who paid for it), although they do tie it to the vernal equinox and the beginning of spring.  Notwithstanding all of the suggestions they provide for ways to celebrate National Flower Day, I'm going to celebrate it by sharing a bunch of my father's photos of flowers.

I believe that all of these (or at least most of them) were flowers growing in Daddy's back yard in Mary Esther, Florida.  He loved photography and taking photos of just about anything, and he took lots and lots of photos of things in his back yard, including the flowers.  So to celebrate National Flower Day, here is a small selection of my father's flower photos.  My identifications are based on Google Image searches; if I have something wrong, please let me know.

Azalea

Southern Magnolia, Magnolia grandiflora

Closed African Lily, Agapanthus inapertus

Amaryllis, Amaryllis belladonna

Brazilian Orchid Tree, Bauhinia forficata

Crape Myrtle, Lagerstroemia indica

Jerusalem Thorn, Parkinsonia aculeata

The Second Tuesday of Next Week

The International
Date Line

While I was growing up, my mother was known for using interesting turns of phrase.  She would talk about the "oneth of the month" (the first day of the month).  She and my father both used Spoonerisms deliberately, so we saved Chublip Stamps instead of Blue Chip Stamps and ate chotato pips instead of everyday potato chips.  One of my favorites, though, was my mother threatening to knock us into the second Tuesday of next week when we were being, um, precocious.  But, of course, there is no second Tuesday of the week.

Until there was!

When my family moved to Australia in 1971, we flew on a Pan Am 747 and crossed over the International Date Line.  When we did that, the day we lost was a Tuesday.

When we returned to the United States in 1973, we took a Greek cruise ship, and of course we had to cross the International Date Line again.  On that trip across the date line, we happened to repeat a Tuesday.  So not only did we make up for the Tuesday we lost, we finally had the second Tuesday of next week!

And yes, we gave my mother a bunch of crap about all the times she had said that to us.  She had somehow finally succeeded in knocking us into the second Tuesday of next week.

Unfortunately, my parents have both passed away, and neither my brother nor I remember the specific Tuesday we repeated.  But we know we came back in March, and the Tuesdays in March 1973 were 6, 13, 20, and 27.  So I picked today to write about it.

And I am pretty sure my mother would love the fact that I still remember.

Wordless Wednesday

 

My First Musical Instrument Was the Recorder

I bet it was for a lot of people.  Wasn't it a standard thing around 3rd or 4th grade to introduce young students to music by teaching them to play the recorder?

I always figured that had become established because the recorder is a relatively easy instrument to learn to play (although it does take time and effort to learn to play well, without sounding like a screeching cat; recorders are kind of like clarinets in that way).  Once they were available in plastic, they were also pretty affordable.

Whatever the original impetus for schools was, I think I learned to play in the 4th grade, while I lived in Australia.  I don't remember the recorder from when I was in the 3rd grade in California.

And why am I writing about recorders today?  I guess you didn't know that today is Play the Recorder Day, did you?

Play the Recorder Day (PtRD), celebrated on the third Saturday of March, grew out of a one-day event held in 1989 to commemorate the 50th anniversary of the American Recorder Society (ARS).  ARS started PtRD in 1992, to be an annual event.  Play the Recorder Month came after that, just to promote the recorder even more.

I have to admit, after originally learning to play recorder, I didn't do too much with it, even though I kept my instrument through several moves (kind of like keeping my Barbie dolls).  That was until I started participating in the Renaissance Pleasure Faire (the vestiges of which are currently called the Original Renaissance Pleasure Faire and owned by a for-profit corporation, but not the for-profit corporation that bought it when the original in which I participated ran into financial problems and was sold).

And hey, I suddenly had a place where I could play my recorder!  So I did!  And I had a lot of fun!

We didn't use plastic recorders at the Faire, of course, because they wouldn't have that "period" look.  I found a very nice wood recorder and played in the opening and closing parades.

I continued to play for several years.  I became interested in expanding my range from the standard alto recorder and picked up a soprano recorder.  I experimented a bit with tenor and bass recorders also.  I could produce decent notes on a tenor, but I had problems with the bass.  I never invested in purchasing either one, though, sticking to my alto and soprano recorders.

I haven't played either of my reorders in many years, but when I found out about Play the Recorder Day, it encouraged me to reminisce and document a little bit more of my personal history.