I am obsessed with these children:
John Jr and "Bob" 1921 |
I write about them all the time.
Why?
Because I can’t figure out how they are related to my
father’s maternal grandmother’s side of the family. It is driving me crazy
because I feel like I am THIS CLOSE to breaking through that wall. Those bricks
mock me.
Here is what I do know:
My great-grandmother Mary Theresa Sheehan Killeen Walsh
and her eldest daughter Lillie Killeen thought enough of the family to travel
from Portsmouth, Virginia to New York City in 1917 to greet the baby.
Lillie Killeen and John Jr 1917 |
My great-grandmother and the children’s family were close
enough that an entire photo album was dedicated to pictures of the children and
given to my great-grandmother.
The children were named John Jr (born 1917) and “Bob”
(born probably 1919 or 1920).
This was captioned "Bob sucks her thumb." |
Bob was a girl. I can’t tell by the handwriting on the back of the picture. Was she
also called Bobie or Barbie?
They lived in Richmond Hill, a section of Queens
Lillie and John Jr. in Richmond Hill 1920 |
They once had the whooping cough.
Here is what I think:
Mary Theresa’s sisters were NOT the mothers or
grandmothers of these children. None of them had children as late as 1917. The only
sister old enough to have had a grandchild born in 1917 was Johanna Sheehan Hederman. Only 2 of
her children survived. Catherine married a man named Charles Fraundorf making
it improbable that they named a son John JR. Johanna’s son John was still
single and living at home in 1920, so he is not likely the father either.
This photo of WOMEN with the children makes me think
perhaps the young woman was daughter of Mary Theresa’s brother John Sheehan. If
that is so, then she must have married a man named John.
I think this man is the father:
Maybe the father of John Jr and Bob 1920 Richmond Hill, Queens, NY |
I think this man is John Sheehan, possibly the grandfather of the children.
Is this John Sheehan with baby John Jr and Cutey, the poodle? 1917 |
Is this John Sheehan? 1918 NY |
My plan of attack:
I have researched every man named John Sheehan born about
1866 in Ireland who lived in New York between 1887 and 1940. And there were
plenty of them! They either had no children or too many children. None had children
that fit the John Jr and Bob profile.
Was John Sheehan the father or grandfather of the
children?
I need to take a closer look at the daughters of these
John Sheehans. Perhaps a marriage record will offer up a husband named John and
census records will reveal a John Jr and “Bob.”
I should also consider that maybe John Sheehan did not
stay in New York. Maybe he lived in some other part of New York, or maybe
Boston, or even Canada.
Sometimes I want to just stop looking for an answer, but
I can’t. These children are just unforgettable.
Amy Johnson Crow continues to challenge genealogy
bloggers and non-bloggers alike to think about our ancestors and share a story
or photo about them. The challenge is “52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks.”
Wendy
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Did anyone live at #506 or #629 in the 1920 census? Any ideas on the uniform? Was Lillie the godmother? Arrgh!
ReplyDeleteInteresting! Another mystery to try to solve! Oh how easier it would be if people marked their pictures a little more carefully. But then everyone thinks they will live forever.
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As Betty said, many people do not label their photos and I am one of them. My daughters are both in their 40's and sometimes when looking at photos of them when they were babies, I'm not sure who is who. Getting old sucks! Good luck - hope you figure it out.
ReplyDeleteI really admire your perseverance, Wendy. It's the mark of a real genealogy detective. The toddler's nickname reminds me of my mother's, Bob or Bobbie, for Barbara, but I suppose it would also work for Roberta too. Recently I have had good luck tracking down names in city directories. The policeman/fireman next to No.506 makes a great clue.
ReplyDeleteMy grandparents kept very close friendships with old former neighbors that always remained part of my mother's collection of distant non-family relations. It was an old-school social network of postcards, letters, and Christmas cards that I have only a fractured knowledge from hearing their stories as I was growing up. The names on countless school photos, vacation snapshots, holiday family photos, have lost any meaning for my son, so I'm ashamed to say I can't justify saving them anymore. The trash can is the sad inevitable fate of most ephemera.
I love a good mystery. Hope you can solve this one!
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