Friday, May 9, 2014

Bow Ties and Chickens: Friday at NGS

On Friday at my first genealogy conference, I attended 5 sessions and visited almost every vendor I wanted to see during the lunch break.  Got the Blogger Beads.  Got the lanyard of credentials including a special ribbon for first time attendees.  It was a good day.

What I learned today:
  • It’s best to be early.  I got an aisle seat every time – I’d rather have people crawl over me than for me to crawl over them.
  • If a presenter is wearing a bow tie, the presentation is going to be a lot of fun.  Craig Scott is THE man for all things Militia.  I didn’t even know I was interested in the Militia, but I sure am now.
  • I shouldn’t skim over parts of land records.  There are lots of clues to family history once you understand how to read them.
  • There are more parts to a probate record than I realized.  Now I need to get back to the Library of Virginia and see if I can find the rest.
  • Judy Russell sees Chickens.  (Jacqi Stevens would call them “Ooh Shiny.”)  But Judy embraces the Chicken because therein lies our family’s story.

I met 1 of my goals:  I connected with Colleen Pasquale of Leaves and Branches and Cheri Hudson Passey of Carolina Girl Genealogy

Colleen of Leaves & Branches
Moi of Jollett Etc
Colleen and I planned some time ago to look for one another and save a seat at the Militia program.  I recognized her immediately FROM THE BACK.  It’s her hair.

I didn’t realize Cheri and I had a session together but I spied her.  I’m not usually brave, but I made myself be brave and introduced myself.  We ended up sitting together for that hour.    
Cheri of Carolina Girl Genealogy
Moi still of Jollett Etc.





I must have reached my bravery quota for the day.  I just couldn’t get up the nerve to ask Judy Russell to join me in a Selfie, so Goal #2 FAIL.  I have one more shot tomorrow.

Can I just say right now I LOVE JUDY RUSSELL.  What a Geek!  What a Comedienne!  What a dynamic speaker!  What an inspiration!



Sepia Saturday: One Wicker Chair

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




This week’s Sepia Saturday photo prompt depicts children at play in the garden.  Their wicker furniture is out on the grass, not protected by a brick patio or wooden deck as is the custom today.  Wicker was truly “lawn furniture.”  Judging by the photos handed down to me, my great grandmother Mary Theresa Sheehan Killeen Walsh had one piece of lawn furniture:  a wicker chair.  Count ’em.  One. 

The chair provided a good spot for picture-taking. 

Helen is holding her nephew John Holland,
my great-grandmother's first grandchild.
I'm not sure who the other girls are,
but Helen captioned this "The Gang" - 1918
Helen captioned this
"Nora the Cook," but was she
really a cook?  It looks like
Helen's oldest sister Aunt Lil.
Maybe it's a joke??
Helen captioned this "Brothers"
but I don't know who they are.





Helen 1918
Helen Killeen and
John Holland 1918

It also came in handy as a ladder.

Helen Killeen captioned this
"High Notions"
about 1920

To see who else is playing in the garden, please visit Sepia Saturday.




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Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Wordless Wednesday: Violetta at the Bush

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.


Violetta Davis Ryan Sept 1928
Violetta Davis Ryan September 1928
bush in the front yard Sixth Street, Shenandoah, Virginia

Before the A to Z April Challenge, I posted a picture of my mother as a baby in front of a bush that served as the backdrop of numerous family photos.  So today, I return to that theme with another in a series of bush photos for Wordless Wednesday.  




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Monday, May 5, 2014

Motivation Monday: Off With the PJs!

Motivation Monday is a daily prompt at Geneabloggers that asks bloggers to give tips on getting motivated to tackle genealogy-related goals.

Several months ago when every other blog and Tweet was about RootsTech, I sensed I was missing out. So much excitement over new technology to help professional genealogists and hobbyists alike;  so many lively discussions about the laws and ethics impacting what we do; so much enthusiasm over sessions led by the most respected people in the genealogy world.  I felt like the girl all alone at home in her PJs on Friday night. 

But this coming weekend I have a date!  Not to see a movie or go rollerblading or attend a concert.  It’s to attend my first genealogy conference, and it’s a major one:  the National Genealogical Society Conference in Richmond, only 90 minutes away from where I live.


The Serious Stuff:  My plans
Friday
8:00  The Virginia Militia
9:30  Disputes and Unhappy Differences: Surprises in Land Records
11:00 Of Sound Mind and Healthy Body:  Using Probate Records in Your Research
2:30  The Seanachie:  Linking Life and the Law Through Storytelling
4:00  Black Sheep Ancestors and Their Records

Saturday
8:00  Your Computer:  Back It Up or Lose It
9:30  Treasure Trove of Rarely Used Resources
11:00 Organizing Your Research Without Losing Your Mind
2:30  17th Century Virginia Ancestors
4:00  We All Descend From Immigrants: Discovering Old World Origins With US Records

But what I’m most giddy about: 
1.  POSSIBLY meeting Judy Russell, the Legal Genealogist, and having a picture taken with her.  (I wonder if she’ll remember she answered a question for me on her blog.  Oh, but I hope she’ll forget the time she responded to my silly joke slamming lawyers.)
2.  Meeting Colleen Pasquale of Leaves & Branches and Cheri Hudson Passey of Carolina Girl Genealogy.  We have a few classes together and we’ll probably do lunch and walk around the Exhibit Hall together.  And selfies.  We’ll do selfies!

Am I ready?
1.  I’ve downloaded the APP to my phone giving me easy access to maps and schedules and even the syllabi.
2.  I purchased address labels with my phone number and blog URL to make filling out raffle tickets easy AND to give out to anyone who might want to keep in touch.  (Gosh, I hope I have enough.  Har Har)
3.  I have a hair appointment assuring my “natural color” will be at its best – wink wink.

Looking forward to our date in Richmond!



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Sunday, May 4, 2014

52 Ancestors: #18 - James W. Jollett, Jr.

Amy Johnson Crow of No Story Too Small has issued a challenge:  write one blog post each week devoted to a specific ancestor.  It can be a story, a biography, a photograph, an outline of a research problem – anything that focuses on one ancestor.



James W. Jollett was the son of James and Nancy WalkerJollett making him my third great granduncle.  He was born in Orange County, Virginia, probably 1808.  He lived a long life, but apparently he never married and had no children.

It wasn’t until I met a descendant of his sister Clarissa Jollett Sampson that I ever knew of James’s existence.  Shirley sent me a photo of Clarissa’s tombstone in Indiana and included a notation that James was buried there too and that his name is on the tombstone.  James?  James who?  But Shirley knew James who.


Funny.  I had seen James’s signature on the petition to form Greene County.  There was a James Sr. and James Jr., but I didn’t know if MY 4G grandfather was the Senior or the Junior on that petition.  Shirley solved that riddle for me.

Besides campaigning for the creation of a new county, James  helped develop the town of Dayton in Rockingham County, across the mountain from Greene.  It is the oldest settled community in the county.  At the time, the town was known as Rifesville, named for Jacob and Catherine Rife who held rights to the land and sold lots.  James and his friend Andrew Casebolt went in together on a one-quarter acre lot on the west side of Street No. 6.  They paid one dollar.  I don’t know if that was the full amount or a down payment.   Their deed was recorded on July 21, 1832.  A post office for Rifesville was established on July 24, 1832.

I need to follow that deed to see if James and Andrew made a killing on that one dollar investment.  Just two years later in 1834, Andrew married Clarissa’s daughter, and the Sampsons, Casebolts, and James Jollett Jr. hit the road.  They joined the migration to the Northwest Territory along the National Road to Ohio and later to Indiana. 

When Andrew’s young wife died, he moved on to Missouri.  However, James stayed with his sister.  In fact, he was enumerated along with the Sampsons the rest of his life.  In 1860, he lived with his widowed sister Clarissa Sampson in Dick Johnson Township of Clay County, Indiana.  Working as a day laborer, he claimed personal property worth $1500.  In 1870, he lived with the family of his widowed niece Clarissa Sampson Rodenbarger.  In 1880, he was on his own earning a living as a carpenter next door to his nephew Sanford Sampson. 

James died December 26, 1883 in Indiana, his adopted state for almost 50 years.

photo courtesy Shirley Ziemer
photo courtesy Wabash Valley Genealogical Society
Cemetery Committee
James's inscription is on top
of the Sampson tombstone pictured left




















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Friday, May 2, 2014

Sepia Saturday: Maper Session

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




This week’s Sepia Saturday prompt of white-gowned girls replaced a previous prompt featuring a May Pole dance.  Either one takes me back to my childhood in Cradock when the “Maper Session” was a spectacle that the entire community turned out to see. 

May 1959
My friends next door took part in the “Maper Session” every year because they were a good Catholic family.  After Vatican II, Daddy lost his enthusiasm for the Catholic Church.  To him the change to make the Church modern and relevant made the Church “soft.”  Daddy thought about Catholicism the way Jimmy Dugan thought about baseball:  “The hard is what makes it great.”

So had we not stopped attending Mass at Holy Angels regularly, I would have been there in my fancy dress and patent leather shoes marching in the “Maper Session”  with my friends.  Instead I stood in the crowd of onlookers.

But “Maper Session” is not what it was called, only what my child-size ears heard.  It was the MAY PROCESSION.

The May Procession is just one part of the May devotion, an annual ritual observed in the Catholic Church dedicated to the Virgin Mary.  There is no particular structure to this observance, but it might include visits to churches dedicated to Mary, creation of Mary gardens, special Mass incorporating the singing of Marian hymns and reading of pertinent scripture, family devotions, and service to the community.  With Mary as mother of Jesus, it is fitting that Mothers Day coincides with this month-long celebration of Mary’s role in the history of salvation.


Most people who lined up along Afton Parkway, Dahlgren Avenue, and Prospect Parkway to watch the parade saw only cute children dressed up for church.  But the Holy Angels Catholic Church May Procession was more than that.

I extend a special Thank-You to Margaret Allein Dyas who supplied me with these photos from May 1959 and her memories.







Flower Girls

Patty Dyas is the one in the blue plaid dress
Girls from the church and from Holy Angels Catholic School carried flowers or baskets of flowers that would be used to adorn a statue of Mary in the church.  Each grade wore a different color dress.  Sometimes the youngest was selected to carry a real crown or a crown of flowers.


Different color dresses for each grade

Mary, Queen of May

An older girl, usually from the seventh grade, was selected to be the Queen of May.

A well-known Marian "Queen of May" song ends with the words:
O Mary we crown thee with blossoms today!
Queen of the Angels and Queen of the May.





May Altar



When the children finished the procession around the block, they entered the church where an altar was covered with red roses.  The practice of honoring Mary with flowers can be traced to the convents and monasteries of medieval times.  


May Crowning

Is the little boy carrying a crown?


The climax of the May Procession was the crowning of the Blessed Virgin Mary with flowers.  Typically this was performed by the Queen of May.













Undoubtedly no one but the Catholics understood what the parade was all about, but the May Procession never failed to be one of the most beautiful and joyful events of the year.



Please join the procession to Sepia Saturday.



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Wednesday, April 30, 2014

A to Z April Challenge: Z is for Sister Zoe



My theme for the A to Z April Challenge is “In-Laws and Out-Laws – Friends of the Family.”  I will be researching friends, colleagues, neighbors - those people who came and went touching my family’s lives in both small and large ways. 


is for Zoe.  Sister Zoe. 

When I was born, my mother gave me my first name; my father gave me my middle name.  He named me for Sister Zoe, his favorite teacher at St. Joseph’s Academy (later Portsmouth Catholic).  For years I have bragged about being named for Sister Zoe whose portrait hangs at Oasis, the local soup kitchen that she founded.  All the neighborhood churches take turns providing meals daily for the homeless and anyone else in need of a hot meal.  When my Sunday School class served lunch one time, I pointed to the portrait of Sister Zoe there on the wall and confided to several friends, “Yes, I was named for her.”

Former location of Oasis
There's even a "we've moved" sign.
Turns out I was a liar.

But I didn’t mean to be.  When I started my research in preparation for a post about Sister Zoe, I found an obituary for Sister Zoe Wheeler.  While the details covered her teaching career, there was no mention of Oasis, but I didn’t think anything of it since the writer might not have known nor intended to include all of her accomplishments.  You know how humble nuns can be.

Next I called a friend who is still very active at St. Paul’s Catholic Church where Sister Zoe had served.  She checked a book about the church’s history for any additional information to help flesh out this story.  It turns out the founder of Oasis was actually Sister Zoe Hyland, not Sister Zoe Wheeler.   

When I found Sister Zoe Hyland’s obituary, the dates of her service in Portsmouth beginning in 1951 didn’t match the dates when Daddy was a school boy in the late 30s-mid 40s. 

Former St. Joseph's Academy in Portsmouth
now an apartment building
There was nothing left to do but whine and grumble to my sister about the dilemma of how to write about Sister Zoe when nothing made sense.  Mary Jollette read Sister Zoe Wheeler’s obituary and solved the mystery right away.  She recalled Daddy saying that Sister Zoe’s birth name was Theresa.  And there it was:   “Zoe Wheeler (Theresa Barr Wheeler), Daughter of Charity, 80, died May 5, 1999 at St. Louise House, Albany, NY.”

Ta Da!  While “MY” Sister Zoe wasn’t the one of soup-kitchen-fame, they had much in common.  Both received their education at St. Joseph’s College in Emmitsburg, Maryland.  Both joined the Daughters of Charity of St. Vincent De Paul, an apostolic society dedicated to service to the poor.  Both taught school for a time in Portsmouth and at Immaculate Conception parochial school in Maryland. 

from Google Images
Two habits of Daughters of Charity
Left:  modern design by Christian Dior
Right:  traditional that was abandoned
due to vision and hearing problems
associated with the cornet
(Do you think this was the inspiration
for "The Flying Nun"?)

“MY” Sister Zoe came from a family that must have been one strong and devout Catholic family.  Theresa Barr Wheeler was the youngest of seven daughters born to Ferdinand and Nina Barr Wheeler in New York.  Two of them married.  Five of them devoted their lives to the church.  Sister Mary Cecelia was a Religious of the Sacred Heart (considered the female equivalent of the Jesuits); Sister Madeleine, Sister Jean Marie (Suzanne Wheeler), and Sister Elaine (Anne Lenore Wheeler) were Daughters of Charity like Sister Zoe.  Their cousin Ferdinand Wheeler was a Jesuit priest.  You know the Wheelers had to have been the envy of every other family in their parish!

Sister Zoe entered the community of Daughters of Charity in 1937.  In 1940 she was living and teaching at the St. Catherine Orphanage in Reading, Pennsylvania.  It must have been shortly afterwards that she went to Portsmouth to join other Daughters of Charity who had assumed the staffing of the parochial schools, replacing the Xaverian Brothers.   

In her obituary, Sister Zoe is described as “an innovative and creative teacher, a clear-headed administrator and an energetic community builder.”  I bet that’s what Daddy liked about her.


Sister Zoe - Theresa Barr Wheeler
May 9, 1918 Bronx, New York - May 5, 1999 Albany, New York

Zip, zoom, or zigzag over to the A to Z April Challenge zone for zillions of zesty zingers by zealous zanies before they are zapped.  But the challenge is now over, so it’s time for me to catch some zzzzzzzzzzzz’s.




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