Friday, March 16, 2012

Sepia Saturday: Scouts

Sepia Saturday challenges bloggers to share family history through old photographs.


This week’s Sepia Saturday prompt is a tribute to the 100th birthday of scouting in the United States.  I’m proud to have been part of the Girl Scouts twice, as a Brownie and Girl Scout in my youth and as a leader to my daughters’ troops.  As much as I enjoyed it, you’d think I’d have more pictures, but I don’t.

I loved being a Girl Scout.  Every week I looked forward to putting on that uniform and walking down Gillis Road to the little brown building where we met across from Cradock Baptist Church.
 

Street view image from Google Maps
But the best part of Girl Scouts was summer day camp.  I used to have to bug my mother to get me registered.  Invariably on the first day of camp when we gathered at the flag pole for our day troop assignments, I was always one of maybe three girls whose names were not called (I guess their mothers were procrastinators, too), so we had to be assigned after all the others skipped happily off to their campsites.  After the initial embarrassment of having to find my group, I was the perfect happy camper. 

Here is what I liked about summer camp:
  • Preparing for camp and making my own sit-upon by weaving folded sheets of newspaper into a not-so-comfy square mat covered in oil cloth. 
My daughters' sit-upons -- we still have them!
  • Riding the bus to camp because there was a big Girl Scout, an older girl, in charge and she always led us in fun songs
  • Taking part in the flag ceremony and it didn’t matter whether I got to raise and lower the flag or serve as an honor guard 
A typical Flag Ceremony
but not mine
from Google Images

  • Reading the daily duty list to see whether my group was in charge of cleaning latrines, clearing weeds from the walk paths using a little hatchet (yes!  A hatchet!), setting up for lunch, or cooking
  • Hearing the bell ring when the milk truck arrived delivering little cartons of milk to all the campers
  • Doing woodcrafts and art projects around a big picnic table with other campers
  • Cooking on an open fire once a week – usually Hunter’s Stew
  • Making a Buddy Burner, our own stove out of a #10 can and a tuna can with rolled corrugated paper and paraffin wax
from Google Images
  • Learning First Aid, in particular how to make a tourniquet and a sling for a broken arm
  • Learning to load a bow and shoot an arrow
  • Singing Taps in a Friendship Circle at the end of the day before boarding the bus to go home
For someone so involved and enthusiastic about Girl Scouts, my sash looks as if I did nothing.  Hospitality, Cooking, My Troop and Troop Camper  – is that ALL??


I KNOW I earned more badges than that.  I even worked on badges by myself and submitted the work to my leader.  Why she didn’t get them for me is a mystery.  Perhaps she didn’t appreciate my initiative, or perhaps the process of obtaining badges back in the ‘60s was more complicated than it is today.  Maybe she simply forgot.

My younger daughter’s Brownie and Junior Girl Scout vests reflect a very different experience and a very different time.  (Click on the images to enlarge them.)



There are a couple badges for traditional girl interests like “Cooking,”  “Looking Your Best,” and “Art in the Home.”  However, the new emphasis is that girls can do anything, and so they worked on badges like “Geography Fun,” “Math Whiz,” “Do It Yourself,” “Sports,” “Walk for Fitness,” “Healthy Relationships,” “Junior Wildlife,” “Horse Lover,” “Music Lover,” “Video Production,” and more.

On the backs of vests and sashes are all the patches they earned for participation in events like cookie sales, food drives, camp, Sweetheart Banquet, and workshops.



What hasn’t changed are the songs.  Every girl who was ever a scout can sing this one:


Happy Birthday Girl Scouts! 
 
Scout out more birthday tributes at Sepia Saturday.


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Thursday, March 15, 2012

Treasure Chest Thursday: Singing the Blues

Treasure Chest Thursday is a daily prompt at Geneabloggers that focuses on a family heirloom.


My grandparents
Julia and Fred Slade
Christmas 1970
My Granny Slade (Julia Mary Walsh Slade) loved blue.   She didn’t have much in the way of luxury and finer things in her later years, but she managed to hold on to some beautiful blue glassware that I’m lucky to have inherited. 

There are only 2 of these glasses, but the detail is lovely.



This is a sweet little creamer.  I like to use it when I serve coffee to guests.



Granny owned several hand-enameled tumblers and a cruet.




But my favorite pieces are the blue punch cups.


There are 12 of them.  They are Radiance Ice Blue by New Martinsville.  This manufacturer was famous for its use of color, and I can see why.  New Martinsville produced tableware, vanities, lamps, and barware (even throughout prohibition).  I keep these punch cups at the top of my collection of varied cups in a punch bowl in my dining room. It looks like a bowl of bubbles.
 


 
Granny even decorated her Christmas tree with blue lights.  The tree always made the room feel icy (in a good way) and rather mystical. 

Granny Slade
Christmas 1952

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Wednesday, March 14, 2012

(Not So) Wordless Wednesday: Mac Killeen

Wordless Wednesday is a daily prompt at Geneabloggers that asks family historians to create a post in which the main focus is a photograph or image.



Matthew George Killeen

Photo from Aunt Helen's album
probably taken 1918 or 1919
 8 May 1895 New York - 7 Mar 1969 Portsmouth, VA


Matthew George “Mac” Killeen was my half grand uncle, half-brother to my paternal grandmother Julia Mary Walsh Slade. 


Unfortunately, I have no memory of Uncle Mac even though I was a teenager when he died.  The one story I know about him was that Mac was an alcoholic and would go to work only when he felt like it.  Supposedly Mac performed some job in the shipyard that apparently no one else could do.  My great-grandmother Mary Theresa Walsh's “job” was to sober him up and put him in a car that the boss would send to pick him up.   


And the moral of the story, Boys and Girls, is that if you’re going to be a potential nuisance to society, it’s good to have an invaluable skill.




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Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Tombstone Tuesday: The Walsh Sisters

Tombstone Tuesday is a daily prompt at Geneabloggers which asks bloggers to create a post including an image of a gravestone of one or more ancestors; it may also include a brief description of the image or the ancestor.

St. Paul’s Catholic Church Cemetery in Portsmouth, Virginia is the final resting place of my paternal grandmother and grandfather, Julia Mary Walsh Slade and Fred Robert Slade.

from Findagrave
by Maggie
Julia Mary Walsh Slade
6 Sept 1907 Portsmouth, VA – 17 Apr 1982 Portsmouth, VA

Fred Robert Slade
8 Nov 1901 Princess Anne County, VA – 4 Feb 1983 Portsmouth, VA


Granny’s sister Catherine Barany(Aunt Cat) is also there:

Image from Findagrave
by Maggie
Catherine Walsh Barany
 12 Oct 1909 Portsmouth, VA – 2 Oct 1969 Portsmouth, VA


The youngest of the Walsh sisters Theresa Murray (known as Tate) is in the St. Patrick Cemetery in Lowell, Massachusetts.

Image from Wikimedia

Theresa M. Walsh Crewes Murray
10 Mar 1913 Portsmouth, VA – 18 Mar 1987 Lowell, Massachusetts

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Monday, March 12, 2012

52 Weeks of Abundant Genealogy: Week 11 Webinars

This is week 11 of Amy Coffin’s Abundant Genealogy series.

Technology:  Technology makes it possible for genealogy classroom learning to come to you.  Webinars are now hosted by many instructors on a variety of family history subjects.  Share with us a webinar or series of webinars that you appreciate.

Most recently I have been interested in learning more about my Irish ancestors.  My research centers on my great-grandmother Mary Theresa Sheehan Killeen Walsh who emigrated supposedly from County Cork in 1886.  Since there is no 1890 federal census to go by, my few clues to her life are from the 1900 Bronx, New York Census and family lore.  Her arrival preceded Ellis Island, so that’s not a resource.


I’m curious about her life in Ireland.  Who exactly were her parents and siblings?  Where did they live?  What did they do for a living?  What prompted her to come to America?  Did her parents come too?  Who were THEIR parents?  Where do I start when I have so little to go on?


Two places I go for free webinars are Ancestry and Legacy Family Tree.  Both have a webinar on how to do research on Irish ancestors.  Ancestry’s webinars are all grouped under the main tab “Learning Center.”   When you go to Ancestry and click on the Learning Center tab, it’ll look like this:




But beware -  some of the webinars have been mislabeled.  I clicked on “Irish Ancestors” but got the tutorial on how to share family stories using MyCanvas.  Hmm.  So then I clicked on “Using MyCanvas …” and actually got the webinar on conducting research on Irish ancestors.  These webinars are several years old, so I wonder why no one has reported the confusion or why Ancestry hasn’t fixed it. 


While the information is just as good as the information provided over at Legacy, the visual and audio quality of Ancestry’s webinar is poor.  The slides appear a bit fuzzy and the sound is echo-y. 


Legacy’s webinars can be found under the “Training” tab.  It looks like this:  



It seems most of the webinars are offered free and for a set length of time after the live presentation.  Then the webinars can be purchased on CD, but you can preview them free for about 15 minutes. 


I have gotten a lot of good information from several of the Legacy webinars.  The pace is always good; slides are clear and useful.  The speakers have been easy to listen to, well-prepared, and friendly.  Even though I’m one of 1000s attending a virtual class, I always feel like the speaker is in the room with ME. 


I am not a customer of Legacy, but I like what I see. 


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Saturday, March 10, 2012

Trouble starts with T and rhymes with P and that stands for Pool

Mary Theresa Sheehan Killeen Walsh ran the show when Daddy was just a young boy on Charleston Avenue.  After all, it was her house.  She made the rules.



Fred Robert Slade, Jr. as a young boy
Photo of a framed photo

I don’t know if it was “an Irish thing” or “the Catholic thing,” but the rule was “stick to your own kind.”  In Daddy’s memory the Newtown neighborhood was rather self-segregated with the Irish here, the Italians there, the Germans over there, Catholics on one street and Baptists on another.  Ideally he would play with other Irish Catholics, but the Italians were okay because they were Catholic too.  They all attended mass at St. Paul’s Catholic Church and school at St. Joseph’s Academy. 

St. Paul's Catholic Church, Portsmouth, VA
from Google Images

Daddy and his brother had to sneak around to play with their Baptist friends over on the other street.  When their friend announced he was going to be baptized, Daddy and his brother slipped away to go watch.  “Watch” indeed.  Those Baptists had a POOL right inside the church.  That surely had to be something to see.


They quietly stepped inside and sat at the back of the church.  They couldn’t risk being seen by an adult who might later casually comment to their grandmother that they had seen the boys in the Baptist church.


But the young candidate for baptism saw his buddies.  He did.  He immediately pinched his nose and jumped into the baptismal pool.  Had it been deep enough, he might have tried a cannonball!

The baptizee’s mother swung around and shot a look at those naughty Catholic boys who surely must have instigated such behavior in her precious boy.  Daddy and his brother took off running, petrified that their grandmother would find out they had been inside a Baptist church. 


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Friday, March 9, 2012

Sepia Saturday: Not by the hair

Sepia Saturday challenges bloggers to share family history through old photographs.




Facial hair is the focus of this week’s SepiaSaturday.  I have many samples of grizzly beards (did you think I said Grizzly Bears?), but not among my Irish family who are getting the glory this month.  


My dad was always clean-shaven.  So this photo from his performance in “The Light Eternal” while a student at St. Bernard College in Alabama back in 1948-49 came as a surprise.

The Dramatic Club was composed of students from St. Bernard
and Sacred Heart College, the Benedictine women's college.
Photo scanned from The Bernardian 1949 (yearbook)
My dad is the one sporting a beard.  I wonder if he grew it for the play or if it was part of the make-up.

Fred Slade kneeling
Photo scanned from The Bernardian 1949 (yearbook)
 
What talent!  Notice the concentration, the look of piety.  Humphrey Bogart and Errol Flynn were probably quaking in their boots.


Daddy took a bit of a detour before college.  Following high school graduation in 1945, Daddy joined the Coast Guard in order to qualify for a GI bill to pay his way to college.  Three years later it was a very proud moment for his high school, St. Joseph’s Academy, when they announced that six graduates were going to St. Bernard’s College. Maybe there was a future cardinal or pope in the class.


Scanned from a photocopy of a brittle newspaper clipping
The Portsmouth Star, Sunday Sept. 5, 1948
Fred Slade is in the torn piece

Daddy really let his hair down and made the most of his days at St. Bernard throwing himself fully into the college life.  He was vice-president of his freshman class:
 
Billy York, Treasurer; Frank Logue, President;
Fred Slade, Vice-President
Daddy had some socks!
Photo scanned from The Bernardian 1949 (yearbook)
 
He played intramural basketball with the other boys from Portsmouth.  While he didn’t have a beard, he certainly always had plenty of arm, leg, and chest hair.

Daddy is seated 2nd from left on the front row.
Photo scanned from The Bernardian 1949 (yearbook)

He thought about seminary for awhile, but one of the Benedictines said, “Slade, you’re too worldly.”  Well, thank goodness for that bit of insight.  I’d hate for anyone to have missed out on having ME in this world!  I guess you could say I missed nonexistence by a hair’s-breadth.

Check Sepia Saturday for more hair-raising surprises.


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