tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18813098082828278212024-02-22T01:28:50.014-08:00Biography Snippets of FamilyDonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06716541813712988953noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881309808282827821.post-29095347460951963212018-08-08T13:45:00.001-07:002018-08-08T13:49:40.848-07:00Capt. Hiram and Nancy Staples Eaton and daughter Nancy Elizabeth "Lizzie" Eaton (Mrs. Nathaniel Dow)<div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-family: "Open Sans", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.5em; padding: 0px;">
<b style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">When Nancy Elizabeth "Lizzie" Eaton was born on August 16, 1849, in Searsport, Maine, her father, </span><a href="https://www.wikitree.com/wiki/Eaton-5231" style="border: 0px; color: #25422d; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-weight: 400; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Eaton-5231">Capt. Hiram Eaton</a><span style="font-weight: 400;"> was 34, and her mother, </span><a href="https://www.wikitree.com/wiki/Staples-1827" style="border: 0px; color: #25422d; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-weight: 400; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Staples-1827">Nancy Staples Eaton</a><span style="font-weight: 400;"> was 30. She married Wilson Nathaniel Dow in 1872. They had seven children in 20 years. She died on March 1, 1920, in her hometown at the age of 70.</span></b></div>
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<b style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Their first two children, Mabel and David, died in 1880 at just 7 and 2 years old. What happened that year?...I don't yet know. Their son Lester died at 38 and their daughter Ellen died a 28.</b></div>
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<b style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Hiram and Nancy's son Capt William Eaton was off of Tampico, Mexico and died when eaten by sharks! And son James Eaton married Nellie Wise and had a daughter. When daughter Lillian at age 30 and Nellie were at their home, Nellie fell and accidentally knocked over an oil lamp destroying their home with both women dying in the fire!</b></div>
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<b style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Hiram's daughter Lizzie Eaton married Wilson Nathaniel Dow and soon began to build their family. My Grandmother always told me there was a Dow surname in the family but she was unable to share the kinship. Found the Dows!</b></div>
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<b style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">To me the most tragic loss was that of Lizzie's daughter Nellie who married Daniel Robertson. Nellie became pregnant with twins Gina and Nina, but found herself suffering from Eclampsia which is evidently a complication of blood pressure and even organ issues which results in mal grand seizures and even coma and death. Nellie died. Nina died. Gina suffered heart defect issues and died within 6 months. This young family was no more.</b></div>
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<b style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Lizzie Eaton Dow, daughter of Hiram and Nancy, was one of several siblings. Her brother Lester Clarence Eaton was my Great Grandfather. In her later years, as a widow, Lizzie lived with my Great Grandparents, Lester and Pru, at our family farm on Turnpike Road in Searsport in 1920. I finally have the Dow link and know someone else associated with my dearly loved family farm where I visited as a child, not often enough, to see my Grandmother, Esther Eaton.</b></div>
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<b style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">There were other tragedies. And, there were many celebrations of love, life and living, I am sure; as there are in my generation. When researching genealogy, it is more common to find the losses and less common to find the celebrations.</b></div>
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Donnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06716541813712988953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881309808282827821.post-90636727653633423022018-03-05T19:00:00.001-08:002018-03-05T19:02:30.106-08:00Grandson of Don L. Wolf, Sr. Gets His First HaircutGetting your first haircut can be a big decision for your parents. They have waited for your newborn hair to grow and now they are considering cutting some of it. When that momentous moment does occur...snip, snip, snip and save a lock of hair!<br />
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That is exactly what happened when Don Sr. was asked to cut his toddler grandson Joseph's sweet hair. Mom and Dad took Joe over to his grandparents. Wee Joe stood up against the table next to his 6'5" grandfather (who sat down, of course), enjoyed a bottle of milk held by Mom, and Granddad helped this young man to be even cuter!<br />
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<i>Thanks Granddad Wolf!</i><br />
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<br />Donnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06716541813712988953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881309808282827821.post-79475741598564739062017-05-24T13:57:00.001-07:002018-03-05T08:38:50.326-08:00An Almost Famous Person (AFP) Barbara Bernert KeyserBarbara Keyser was a special person. Unfortunately I never got to meet her husband (that I recall) but know they led interesting lives.<br />
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HER HUSBAND JACK's EARLY YEARS.<br />
I know little about Jack, but I see in his son his father's love for tinkering and making reuse of many things. Being a farmer, Jack no doubt found it advantageous to repair machines that had hiccuped. He also was a builder, of their home and other structures that met their needs.<br />
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A member of the family had a Hillman Minx -- a rare car. Hillmans were manufactured in Britain and imported to the US in a "foreign invasion" of our GM, Ford and Chrysler dominated market.<br />
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Barbara's father, Christian (or Crist) Bernert, came to America in 1906 from Hungary with his wife Julia Roff Bernert and their children Elizabeth and Peter. Three years later in 1909 the family returned to Hungary. While in Panscova, Austria-Hungary, their daughter was born...Barbara (Barbala) Rose Bernert (later Keyser) on July 26, 1909, a Leo astrologically. When she was almost 4, Barbara emigrated with her family to New York, America, on the Ship Ivernia. This must have been quite an experience for a young girl.<br />
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Barbara's father ultimately worked as a Tool and Die Maker for Ford Motor Company and joined the Teamsters. He also worked for Hercules Tool and Die in Warren, MI when they made and sold generators to the U. S. Army. At one point the Teamsters, who were communist leaning, had Christian signed up to go to Russia with the Teamsters group; they were to be paid in Rubles. Crist decided he did not want to go; five of those who did "disappeared" in Russia. Christian was friendly with Walter Reuther (President of the UAW from 1946-1970). Many Teamsters attended the funeral of Barbara's father, Christian.<br />
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Barbara loved orchids. A hobby and fascination that has been passed down to her son and daughter-in-law who both have many lovely orchids hanging from the limbs of their trees.<br />
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Barbara Keyser died October 22, 2003 following a good day and following enjoying ice cream for dinner. Her heart simply stopped even though she wore a pacemaker for several years. She was cremated and buried alongside her husband Jack at Evergreen Cemetery in Ft. Lauderdale, FL.<br />
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Barbara died in Melbourne, FL, near the home of her son, daughter-in-law and grandson. Barbara also received many visits from my dad until he passed away before her. She missed his visits very much. Barbara was SO much like my own grandmother Alice Southworth Healey that it was amusing to see the similarities. If they were not of the same generation, I would have wondered if one was a reincarnation of the other! Nice.<br />
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Barbara is an "AFP" (Almost Famous Person). Barbara worked for a period of time for a corporate lawyer, who became a good friend of the family. In 1945 she had Roger and stayed home about one year. Grant and Johnny, her stepsons, were living with her and Jack. Their lawyer friend visited with Jack and Barbara regarding land in Vermont which was very inexpensive. Jack loved it and moved the family to Vermont in one week - a sizable feat! Their first Vermont home had a little gas station on the land in Colchester Vermont, Jack built the garage. This was a 4 bedroom house. They were able to have boarders and Barbara used to bake pies for restaurants (and for boarders). Then she got a job with an insurance company in Essex. Her boss was a State Senator. Barbara, having lived in Colchester for a mere 3 years was elected as the Town Clerk, a position she held for 17 years. She was the first woman in Vermont to be a Town Clerk - an Almost Famous Person!<br />
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At one point she and Jack bought a farm and traded all the farm machinery to buy a grocery store (Keyser's IGA) in Colchester.<br />
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Jack and four others started a volunteer fire department in Colchester and donated a piece of land for the fire station. This fire station is now fully staffed with paid firemen.<br />
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After Jack had a heart attack in Vermont, they moved to Fort Lauderdale, Florida.<br />
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Notes: After they had been married about 3 years, Jack built a home at 17 Collington Avenue, East Detroit, MI. He actually dug the basement by hand and then eventually sold the home. And, did you know she was the ENTIRE complaint department for FTD florists during the war?<br />
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I loved her so much. Donna Fuller Cator<br />
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Donnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06716541813712988953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881309808282827821.post-86919034802262117322017-04-12T06:16:00.002-07:002017-04-12T06:20:29.552-07:00Marian Loretta Ridgeway and her descendantsMarian is my husband's Great Aunt Marian Loretta Ridgeway who married Robert H. Beach. Marian's sister was Ruth Alice Ridgeway, our ancestor. Marian passed away in the 1980's and her obit tells quite a tale about large families and their descendants.<br />
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Donnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06716541813712988953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881309808282827821.post-72567799014125460692016-11-21T15:52:00.001-08:002018-03-05T08:39:39.517-08:00Saving the passengers and the pets on the Ship Susan Gilmore in 1884<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 75.75pt; mso-line-height-alt: 0pt;">
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My 4<sup>th</sup> Great Grandparents are Capt. Phineas Pendleton (1780-1873)
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Andrew and Nancy's daughter Marietta Pendleton
was born on July 4<sup>th</sup>, 1868 on the Bark <i>Thomas Fletcher</i> in the
Bristol Channel off Cardiff Wales. Her
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">Interestingly, <span style="color: #c5000b;">Nancy Pendleton Carver Pendleton's </span>brother, William
McGilvery Carver, was captain of the Ship Susan Gilmore in 1884 when it was
shipwrecked. Capt. Carver swam to shore
through the surf and carried a rope which he then tied to a tree. With this small rope he pulled a larger line
to shore, fastened it to a tree, and a breeches buoy was set up and hauled to
and from until every person was saved, and then he went back and saved all the
pets. Our kind of man!</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">Note: Winslow Homer
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Donnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06716541813712988953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881309808282827821.post-39398486951228908412016-11-18T20:07:00.001-08:002016-11-18T20:07:33.699-08:00My Great Great Grandmother's Recipe for a Very Good Sponge Cake<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo2; tab-stops: list .5in; text-indent: -.25in;">
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One-half cups sugar<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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teaspoon Bird's soda<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #993366; font-size: 14.0pt;">Emily Jane Pendleton Beach, my great
great grandmother whose husband was Orin Utley Beach, Jr.. Emily was Esther Beach Eaton
Bennett Homer's grandmother!</span></b></div>
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1913, four years before she passed away in 1917 in Searsport. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Foxes In Love"; font-size: 16pt;">My mother used to talk about Emily' Jane's son, Capt. James Hervey
Beach who worked for Standard Oil Company as a Captain and later a pilot on the
rivers in China. When Jim was 27, he
married Eugenie Ella Staples who was born in Havre, France in 1875 and died in
1914 in Shanghai, China. Their children
were well liked by my mom. The three daughters were Ella, Doris and Helen, all
of whom never married! My mom, Marjorie Emma Bennett, was named after Doris
“Marjorie” Beach! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Foxes In Love"; font-size: 16pt;">This photo is of my grandmother, Esther (Nana) being held by her
mom, Emily Prudence, sister of Capt. Jim.
Looks like Capt. Jim's photo on the wall may be the one on the
left. This picture was taken on the
family farm on Turnpike Road in Searsport.
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Donnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06716541813712988953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881309808282827821.post-15993587774633752622016-11-15T17:53:00.003-08:002016-11-17T05:19:07.374-08:00Mom's Budget-Friendly and Easy Goulash<div class="MsoNormal">
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<b><span style="color: #003300;">My mom, Marjorie Emma Fuller, who never liked to
cook really. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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Mom did easy stuff...often bland stuff like we tend to think of New England</div>
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boiled dinners - not
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This is her
very easy, and I loved it always, goulash made with Franco-American </div>
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spaghetti. I never knew this; thought
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Donnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06716541813712988953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881309808282827821.post-20551790959573910572016-11-15T17:42:00.006-08:002016-11-15T17:53:56.450-08:00Bond Bakery and Nanny<div class="MsoNormal">
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small screen at home. Bond Bread
sponsored Hopalong, and I believe it also sponsored The Lone Ranger. Great times.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #003366; font-family: "caflisch script pro regular";"> Interestingly enough, this was the period in which milk was
delivered to your door by the milkman and bread by the Bond Bakery truck
driver. We got the milk that way, but I
don't recall the bread deliveries. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #003366; font-family: "caflisch script pro regular";"> Our grandmother, Alice Edith Southworth Healey, worked for Bond
Bakery in Hartford CT in the 1950s or so.
On occasion we would pick her up after her shift ended. Just approaching the Bond Bakery would cause
drooling. The aroma, oh my, so very wonderful. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #003366; font-family: "caflisch script pro regular";"> Nanny would come out with her white bakery cap still covering
her white hair. She smelled wonderful
to cuddle up to on the trip to her home or ours. We likely ate a lot of Bond Bread when growing up, although I
remember Wonder Bread as well.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #003366; font-family: "caflisch script pro regular";"> Our great grandmother Alvra, our Nanny Alice, Aunt Jane and “Uncle”
Eddie had goodies when we would come to visit or spend the night. One treat was the Bond Bridge Cookies. We would play a game called auction bridge
with Nanny and Jane and they occasionally served these cookies which were cut
in the shape of clubs, diamonds, hearts and spades. So appropriate. So
memorable.</span></b></div>
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Donnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06716541813712988953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881309808282827821.post-7563176409355841222016-09-24T15:22:00.001-07:002016-09-24T15:23:56.191-07:00Public Schools in the 1800s in America<div style="page-break-inside: avoid;">
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">This
was a time when demographics were changing America from localized
rural schools to more city schools. During this time children did not
always go to school because of responsibilities to help the farming
family or the family business and when poor children and orphans had
to work in factories that paid them for their cheap labor. School was
not mandatory. In 1852, Massachusetts passed school laws that
required students to attend. Shortly after that New York did the
same. Within 50-60 years all states had such laws on their books to
at least get America's pupils through the elementary school years.
Catholic schools emerged as private schools. The Supreme Court in
1925 allowed children to attend public or private school, stopping
any legal battles over compulsory public schooling.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">Localized
schools were small and tended to have boys on one side of the room;
girls on the other side. Some schools had individual desks in neat
rows. Others used tables and benches. Students of all ages were often
in the same classroom and the older students would help with the care
and teaching of the younger ones. Students tended to be gathered by
subject, and not by age, so the children learning a math assignment,
for example, might be younger students as well as older ones.
Chalkboards were common, and inkwells or quill pens were the norm.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial unicode ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">The
August 17, 1999 edition of the Richmond Times-Dispatch shared with
its readers that patriotism and citizenship </span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">were
taught in schools, along with the three Rs. The Pledge of Allegiance
was a daily practice. Teachers were often strict, and discipline was
routine. Actually, the parents would not be pleased if a teacher was
lax in disciplining the children for misbehavior. Whipping a child
was banned in 1830s, but not the use of switches or paddles. Children
were well trained to pay attention to the teacher, rather than the
kids sitting around or next to them. Each was expected to know their
lessons well. Children learned from others in the room too because as
they would be working on their assignments others might be learning a
different subject from the teacher that interested them too.
Classrooms were noisy and children spent a lot of time memorizing
lessons from textbooks and the Bible. They often recited their
learnings before the teacher. Older children tended to the woodstove
in the classroom to offer some comfort from the exterior cold. Some
parents still felt that school was a waste of time for their
students. Most of the learnings a person acquired were from
textbooks, family and schooling as most families did not travel and
have new more worldly experiences.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial unicode ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial unicode ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">Black
children were not allowed to attend school. Any teachings for them
were done secretly. Some were taught by the white town members
or missionaries </span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">who
wanted them to know how to read the Bible. Even this was dangerous as
the teachers were subject to being jailed or fined, and the students
to being punished or whipped. A</span></span></span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">fter the Civil War ended, many blacks
chose to go to new schools as Freedmen. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 10pt;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial unicode ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">Today
we go to school, typically, year round except in the summer. To help
with the farming, children in the 1800s would work the fields in the
spring and fall and go to school in the summer and winter. Some of
the older boys helped on the farms in the summer too. Teachers might
be tested, but often were just grown students now hired to teach the
next generation. Teachers might have their own place to live, but
could well be boarded by various student families throughout the year
which was known as being "boardround."</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial unicode ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"><br /></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial unicode ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">Children
walked to school, or rode horses. They might bring their lunch or
might not eat at all. They did get recess. At about age 10, boys
might be "apprenticed" to learn a job, which could stop
their schooling days. Girls might be married by 15 or so and no
longer in school. Penmanship</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">was
a course that was given serious attention, along with the reading,
writing and arithmetic.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial unicode ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"><br /></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">This
look back more than 100 years makes me curious as to what schools
will be like in the next 100 years. No doubt they will still be
centered around the 3 Rs, but I find it hard to truly imagine the
vast amount of future technological advancements that will enrich
schooling and lifelong learning experiences.</span></span></div>
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<br />Donnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06716541813712988953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881309808282827821.post-33456775598668434812016-09-24T10:00:00.001-07:002018-03-05T08:49:13.404-08:00October is "Family History Month." Add Ghost Tales to Your Family Yarns<div style="page-break-inside: avoid;">
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: black;">I
am the family genealogist, and my passion for this hobby is never ending. October is designated as Family History Month</span><span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;">in
the United States. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div style="page-break-inside: avoid;">
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">Our
family collected stories of ghostly happenings and weird coincidences
a few years ago and I created a family book on my computer. If you
encounter such stories, and you probably will if you ask or if it has
happened to you, this is a very interesting way to celebrate Family
History Month.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial unicode ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"><b>Here
is an example of one of my stories:</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial unicode ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: "georgia" , serif;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b><i>Searsport
Maine: Cold Rooms of Family Farm on Turnpike Hwy.</i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial unicode ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"><br /></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial unicode ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">I
was born in Bangor</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"> Maine</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">but
lived in Connecticut for most of my youth. Nana and Grandpa's farm
was in Searsport, my favorite place to visit.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">On
winter visits my sister and I slept under a flurry of quilts in an
icy room that allowed us to witness and amuse ourselves with each
visible breath. Our Mom and Dad slept in the guestroom down the hall
which overlooked the Penobscot Bay. Beyond their room is a small
bedroom where Mom used slept as a child.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">Her
brother Gerry scoffed at her stories of cold chills and ghostly
rattling of her bed, which caused her great aggravation and
sleeplessness far too often. Being a very brave child, Gerry decided
to swap rooms with Mom. He was so certain he could prove his sister
was just making up stories to scare him.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">That
night was fraught with eeriness, at first conjured up in a lad's ever
active mind; then it happened to him too. Cold! Rattling! And maybe
something else?</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">Gerry
tore the bedding apart. He even pulled some floorboards (imagine my
grandmother's fury), but he could find no reason for the unruly
rattles. He never again slept in Mom's room. And, never again did he
rib my Mom about the cold and rattling.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">As
years passed and Mom grew up to marry Dad, her stepbrother Jimmy
slept in this tiny room on his visits to the farm. Years apart, Mom
and Jimmy independently experienced the presence of a spirit in this
room.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">One
day Mom casually asked Jimmy if he sensed anything unusual when he
was in her old room. He chuckled and shared with her that he did
indeed. They now shared the same secret knowledge: No matter how hot
a steamy summer's eve might be, or how chilly the winter night might
become, this room would grow cold or colder as the sleeping person
became aware of a ghostly presence who spoke no words, jiggled the
bed, and caused the sound of a rhythmic heartbeat thumping in the
chattering cold.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">How I wrote my book on ghost stories:</span></span></span></h2>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">As we gathered each story, I used my Word program to write them and to include photos whenever possible of the persons in the stories or the homes, etc. When thoroughly edited and the final work approved by each family source to me, I printed the small book on 8 1/2 by 5 inch paper. I used 32 lb. HP paper because it feels more like a book and will easily run through my Kodak printer. For the back cover I used card stock. For the front, I used a clear heavy-duty plastic and then bound with spiral binding combs to neatly hold the book pages together. I have a paper cutter and a spiral binder machine. You can also take your book on a jump disk, etc. to a printer such as Staples or Office Depot and they will do this work for you. Another way to capture the stories is on DVD, giving each person their own personal disk of the book.</span></div>
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<br />Donnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06716541813712988953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881309808282827821.post-84001859398619339852016-09-23T17:40:00.000-07:002016-09-24T14:50:37.898-07:00THE STORY OF SKIPPER in Colonial Beach, Virginia: Full of Memories as Home and as a Tourist<h1 style="page-break-inside: avoid;">
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husband and I and our large dog Skipper who is mostly border collie have spent a total of many weeks in the
small town of Colonial Beach, Virginia. <span style="font-family: inherit;">Each visit wa</span>s to take care
of our Uncle Tom Evans, to visit Aunt Dorothy who suffered from Alzheimer's and to help Tom with his home
there. My husband Patrick also spent much of his youth there and his best
childhood memories of summers always involve Colonial Beach. A good
place to visit for all.<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">Small
describes</span><span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;">Colonial
Beach. The peninsula town covers about 4 square miles and has
a</span><span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;">population of
about 5,000 residents; perhaps less. Some residents are full-time
while others are there part of the time. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Patrick has shared stories about the </span>casinos<span style="font-family: inherit;"> for off-track betting </span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">and
the legal gaming history of the beach. In the nineteenth century
tourists boats made regular runs to the beach for fun in the sun, for
fishing, and for the gambling. It was and is still known as the
"Playground of the Potomac." Two things slowed weekend and
vacation tourism there. The automobile's popularity allowed tourists
to visit other places easily rather than having to rely
on boat</span><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">departures
and arrivals. And, the legal casinos were destroyed by fire in the
1960s and were not rebuilt. Today there is only</span><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">Riverboat
Off-Track Betting with a restaurant, lounge, and pier which is the
go-to place today at Colonial Beach for gambling.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">The
beach is near some interesting historical attractions
including</span><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">George
Washington's birthplace and Stratford Hall, my personal
favorite.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">Stratford
Hall</span><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">is
the ancestral home of Robert E. Lee. In town there is the summer
Victorian home of Alexander Graham Bell (see Right) and his family which is now a
lovely B&B</span><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">located
on the Potomac River. Actually most of the town faces water from the
Potomac or from Monroe Bay as it is a narrow peninsula. </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">We have lovely memories of seeing all of these places with Tom and Dorothy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">Two
authors that I know of have lived here. Sloan Wilson who is
famous</span><span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;"><i>for
The Man in the Gray Flannel Suit</i></span><span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;">chose
Colonial Beach as his retirement town. And, my personal favorite is
Sherryl Woods who, like my husband, enjoyed summers as a kid in
Colonial Beach. Sherryl authored many
books including</span><span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;"><i>Return
to Rose Cottage</i></span><span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;">and
the series of family friendly novels centered around the</span><span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;">Chesapeake Bay</span><span style="color: black;"> which is now a Hallmark Channel Series entitled <i>Chesapeake Shores</i>. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">Tom had cabinets in his basement from Sherryl's Colonial Beach
home that were perfect for his fishing supplies and which she no
longer needed due to some renovation work. I could not walk in Uncle
Tom's basement without thinking of Sherryl Woods!</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Our
dog Skipper would get so excited every time we went to Colonial
Beach. First he would get a long trip in our car, which he loves.
Then he would get to have the car's back windows down and his head
poked out to catch the gentle breeze, ears flapping. We would drive 25 mph
in Colonial Beach and he would bark at squirrels and other animals.
Cute, but at times noisy. The highlight of his day was his ride
around town. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">He did not enjoy it as much when we would be on Uncle
Tom's golf cart although his ears did flap in the breeze. </span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Colonial
Beach is a golf cart town so carts are everywhere! Supposed to be a
licensed driver to be at the wheel, but I suspect a lot of the ones
we passed or followed were underage, but driving just fine. They
drove 25 mph also. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">We were always looking for interesting things to do in our C-Dory boat
and the Potomac was a great place. We would launch from the Colonial
Beach Yacht Club</span><span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;">marina</span><span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;">at
the peninsula point, cruise the shoreline, head across the river when
Dahlgren Weapons Lab was not testing equipment over the Potomac, and
boat to the</span><span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;">District
of Columbia. Nice. Beware though that there is a lot of floating
debris in the Potomac near DC, so be cautious.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Colonial
Beach offers events for residents and tourists although
we rarely went to any of them. They have an arts Friday program,
craft events, rockfish tournaments, fireworks, etc. There are several
antique shops. The beach does have restrictions that never existed in
the heyday of the resort town. In the past dogs and drinking and
sleeping on the beach were allowed, but today the "NO"
signs include no dogs on the public beach, no alcohol beverages, and
no fires. Oh well. Oh, the beach entrance at Colonial Beach Municipal
Pier has a brick pattern walkway composed of bricks purchased by local residents and
tourists alike. Our Cator family "owns" one of these bricks.</span></span></div>
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couple of local must-see, extremely casual, places are Lenny's
Restaurant which is open for breakfast and lunch only (a personal
favorite); Ola's Restaurant; and Fat Freda's (closed now I think). Lots of locals gathered to eat at these, especially Lenny's. When we wanted something a bit fancier we would stop at the waterfront</span><span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;">Wilkinson's
Seafood Restaurant, with great entrees and coleslaw made with French
dressing which is yummy, as well as several other welcoming eateries
to choose from.</span></span></div>
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worst time there for our dog Skipper was when we went to
Fredericksburg which is about 45 minutes away to move our Aunt
Dorothy from assisted living to the nursing home at the beach. Our
dog thought we were at the marina. Someone visited our uncle's home,
did not close the gate, and Skipper took off for the marina. Skipper
is a disabled dog who has birth defects in his back legs. Despite
this, he was determined to find us and ran to the municipal pier and
swam from there to almost the Point of the peninsula where the marina is located.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This run and swim covered about
3 or 4 linear miles. About three miles was running the road from Tom's McKinney home to the Pier; the balance swimming from the Pier to the Point. Some people called animal rescue who fairly easily were
able to capture him when he was returning from the Potomac waters to
the road, exhausted. These wonderful people called us and my husband left the
nursing home immediately to get him. Skipper slept for days
afterwards. He was so very exhausted, but okay and very relieved to be back
with us. We cannot thank the kind people of Colonial Beach enough for
saving and finding our dog for us. Bless you all.</span></span></div>
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Donnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06716541813712988953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881309808282827821.post-76934517318121181282016-07-09T19:18:00.001-07:002016-07-09T19:18:32.038-07:00Searsport Maine's Dinosaur Mansions<div class="MsoNormal">
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the Searsport Sea Captains sailing the high seas from China to Cape Horn, and
more. Each house has great
history. We stayed at a B&B that
was the former home of my 4th Great Grandfather, Capt. Green Pendleton. Each house was a desirable purchase back
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Today I came across an article about the sale of the Capt.
John Willard McGilvery home at 120 Main Street in Searsport in 2014. John was the uncle of the husband of my
third great aunt, Ann L. McGilvery...obviously a distant in-law. But it is not him that interested me, it is
the fate of his home in Searsport, and that of the many other sea captain homes
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This McGilvery home was originally built in 1874 for $5000
when the average Maine home was built for $100. It is worth about $800,000 but is taxed at $400,000 and sold
recently as a result of an auction at around the $200,000 mark. The McGilvery home is on the National
Register of Homes which should be of value, right? Evidently not so. Why
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The home more recently was the "Carriage Inn"
B&B, with many guests in its three guest rooms, which may well have been
haunted according to <a href="https://www.hauntedrooms.com/product/carriage-house-inn-searsport-maine">hauntedrooms.com
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<span style="background: white;">Maine artist
Waldo Pierce lived there in mid 1900s and the house still has some of his
murals on the walls. Again, valuable in
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realtor Mike Miller said, “It’s a beautiful, beautiful home. If you like old
houses, it’s a doozy but the market is inversely proportional to the cost of
heating oil. The effect of that on a property like this is enormous. We call
them dinosaurs. If you have 4,500 square feet of old house with horsehair
plaster, you’ve got a problem.”</span>
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13 room, 6,000 square foot house with horsehair plaster. The home has 12 foot ceilings which eat
heat! Five fireplaces which do only
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So. someone got a bargain for the house (which still has the
original pumpkin pine floors) and the carriage house with a studio apartment
above it. Amazing. Oh, perhaps the new owner has rented this
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Donnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06716541813712988953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881309808282827821.post-60719425784366431332016-07-04T17:12:00.000-07:002018-03-05T08:39:19.632-08:00Elmer Amos Keyser's Tin Lizzie <div class="MsoNormal">
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they cranked their Tin Lizzies, but this biography snippet is reality. The Tin Lizzies were manufactured from 1908 to 1927; I have no idea which model or year his was. Some came with electric starters after 1919, so his likely was an older model. And they all came in black about that time. <br />
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A Model-T has only two speeds - high and low. And a Tin Lizzie has only rear wheel
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On April 28, 1926 in Greenville Pennsylvania, at the age of
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miles west of Greenville. The death
certificate said he died of acute heart dilatation which lasted for 10 minutes. It could have been solely from the exertion of
a "cranky" car and a head injury caused by the crank itself when the
Model T fought starting. Family tradition "says" the switch was in magneto mode which would definitely
indicate the car was not easy to start this time. But it is more likely that head injury was combined with a final moment of heart disease erupting into the acute heart dilatation. Sad.</div>
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He was born in West Virginia in 1867 , married his wife
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Donnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06716541813712988953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881309808282827821.post-67125741263791569392016-05-09T01:01:00.001-07:002018-03-05T08:40:20.241-08:00THOMAS JEFFERSON'S GIG AND THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE<div align="left">
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Your 4th GGfather Peter Henry Heiskell was born in Winchester, VA when his mom was 30 and dad Johann Christof was 33. He married your 4th GGmother on May 13, 1783. </div>
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Your 4th GGmother Susanna "Susan" Weitzel was born in 1765 in Winchester VA to Christopher and Mary Bonnet Weitzel. Susanna was 2nd generation American. Her grandparents, Johan Jacob Weitzel and Mary Barbara Geist Weitzel were both born in Germany. Johan Jacob died at age 100.</div>
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In 1779 Peter was commissioned as an Ensign in the Virginia militia. He is an approved name for SAR and DAR lineages.</div>
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When the Barkleys made their purchase, they sold off or gave away many of Jefferson's possessions that came with their purchase, including the carriage, or gig, that Jefferson had ridden to Philadelphia to sign the Declaration of Independence. This gig was presented to Peter Heiskell of Staunton. This is an important and famous gift from the Jefferson estate to your 4th Great Granddad!</div>
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Donnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06716541813712988953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881309808282827821.post-72281705446881486692016-03-08T12:46:00.001-08:002016-03-08T12:46:55.092-08:00Nancy Skaggs DeSpain, Daughter of The Long Hunter!<b><span style="font-size: large;">Dear Grandchildren of the Durham/DeSpain line:</span></b><br />
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Your Eighth Great Grandfather was<b> Peter DeSpain</b>, a 5' 5 3/4" farmer born in NC in 1764, before the Revolutionary War. 8GGdad Peter did grow in Virginia where he enlisted as a private for 18 months in the Revolutionary War. Peter served in Capt. Bentley's Company and Colonel Hawes Virginia Regiment and saw several battles including Camden, Guilford Courthouse, Ninety-Six SC and Eutaw Springs SC. His last battle was in 1781.<br />
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Ten years later he married Nancy Skaggs in Green County, KY. <br />
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8GGmom<span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><b> NANCY SKAGGS DESPAIN,</b> born in SW Virginia in 1759, </span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"> had an interesting history also. She was the daughter of </span><b style="font-family: 'times new roman';">Henry Skaggs, a Scotch-Irish pioneer known as The Long Hunter </b><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';">who lived to be 86...from 1724 VA to 1810 KY. When Nancy was born her dad was 35; her mom Mary Skaggs was 20. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'times new roman';">As a Long Hunter, your 9GGdad Henry was a hunter, explorer and a pioneer who traveled for long periods in the frontiers of Kentucky and Tennessee during the 1700s. Henry would be gone for months upon months for hunting in the Trans-Allegheny wilderness. He eventually worked as a land agent with <b>Daniel Boone</b>, exploring Middle Tennessee and Eastern and Central Kentucky. Henry became a veteran tracker as well as an Indian Fighter. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">An exploring party of 13 "Long Hunters," so named because of the long periods of time spent away from home, camped along Barren River in 1775. Their names were carved on a beech tree, a silent record of the first white men in this area. 9GGdad Henry Skaggs and Joseph Drake of this group had been among the first Long Hunters, 1769 - 1771, whose exploring helped open mid-Kentucky. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">One of your 9GGdad's many adventures was when he helped Mrs. Jenny Wiley in her escape to avoid recapture by the Shawnees in October 1789.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;">Jenny Wiley </span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;">married Thomas Wiley, an Irish immigrant and they built a log cabin. On October 1, 1789, her husband road to a trading post on a horse laden with ginseng. He would barter the ginseng for necessities and would be back late that day. He had been gone only a few hours when Thomas' brother-in-law John Borders was searching for sheep that had escaped their fencing, and heard what sounded like owl hoots when he approached his Thomas' cabin. John knew the hooting could be caused by owls and the dreariness of the cloudy day or could be well be pre-attack signals of Native Americans who would attack at dark. He got Jenny to agree to go to his home as a precaution. Since attacks were fairly common and occurred at night, s</span></i></span><i style="background-color: white; color: #990000; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;">he lingered to do a final few minutes of weaving on a piece of cloth she was creating and to feed the livestock. Mistake!</i></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: helvetica neue, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Ancestry</i></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: helvetica neue, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Wikipedia</i></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: helvetica neue, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>https://archive.org/stream/foundingofharman00conn#page/n9/mode/2up</i></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: helvetica neue, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>https://www.facebook.com/Daryl.Skaggs777/posts/461811470623865</i></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 22.4px;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: helvetica neue, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>http://www.nashvillescene.com/nashville/the-terrifying-true-story-of-the-harpes-who-terrorized-tennessee-two-centuries-ago-and-paid-with-their-heads/Content?oid=3946434</i></span></span><br />
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up in the 50s in Wethersfield CT, we would often go to Hartford. Our Dad would drop Mom, Caren and me off and
we would go to the dentist on some trips, followed by a trip to G. Fox and Co.
Department Store where we loved to go up to the mezzanine and look at the books. Often we bought a new book such
as Nancy Drew, Cherry Ames, and the Hardy Boys. So much fun even if the first stop was the dentist. We would then take the city bus home
typically, getting off at Silas Deane Highway near or at Mill Road in
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I think. G. Fox was located at 960 Main
Street and was a family-owned department store which opened sometime in the
1850s and was sold to the May department store group in the mid 1960s - about
100 years. I can't personally think of
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Donnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06716541813712988953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881309808282827821.post-43048469210149951502015-12-31T15:47:00.001-08:002018-03-05T08:42:52.637-08:00Dewey Utsler, second husband of my Great Aunt Annie Mae Bennett<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Great Granddad Albert R Bennett</td></tr>
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Anna "Annie" Mae Bennett is my Great Aunt.<br />
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She is the daughter of my Great Grandparents, Albert Rudolph Bennett and Mertie Mae Titcomb Bennett.<a href="http://snippetbiographies.blogspot.com/2012/12/do-we-look-like-our-ancestors-and-close.html"> Annie could be my Mom's sister</a> instead of cousin.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Great Grandma Mertie Mae</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Annie Bennett Utsler</td></tr>
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Originally all from Maine, they moved to California to seek a better life during Maine's very tough times in the 1920s. <br />
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Although Dewey Myron Dewitt Utsler was the second husband of Great Aunt Annie, I thought his life and that of his son Dewey Rudolph "Jr" Utsler were interesting and decided to share some of my understanding of snippets of their life journeys on this blog.<br />
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Dewey Myron was born in Lockport, PA in 1898, so he was much older than Annie who was born in 1914. At age 19 (or so he stated...as many young men accelerated their ages in order to join the fight in WWI), he joined the National Guard; actually he joined on my birth date and month (July 28) but long before I was born - 1917. During WWI he was slightly wounded. Also, mustard gas harmed the valves of his heart for the rest of his life.<br />
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<i><span style="color: #cc0000;">His blessing came though when he found his long lost half brother, John E. Utsler who was also serving in this war. Both were from Ohio - not far from one another, but it took a war to bring them together. A wonder in life!</span></i><br />
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Great Aunt Annie married Dewey Myron when she was just a young teenager. She and her husband, and her brother Norman Erwin Bennett (my great uncle), lived in the mountainous part of California called Springville. My Great Uncle was a bootlegger! He and Dewey produced their moonshine in the mountains and ran it to and from the San Joaquin Valley of California including the Santa Barbara area. <br />
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Dewey had a reputation for being a bit of a braggart, and one of his stories was that he could outrun any revenuer. Perhaps it was true, as Norman shared similar tales, including a jail term. This is so interesting to me because my husband's Grandmother Ruth Ridgeway died following an auto accident in which revenuers, chasing bootleggers, struck the car she was in; this happened in the District of Columbia.<br />
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All of the Bennetts tended to be short in stature. For example my grandfather Charles Bennett (Annie and Norman's brother) was only 5'1" tall. Evidently the Utsler side was similarly short. Supposedly there evidently is a photo somewhere of him, the shortest man in his unit, standing under the arm of the tallest man in his unit in Europe. I have not seen it.<br />
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Dewey Jr was playing on some logs in an Oregon lumber yard, slipped, and fell in the pond. Dewey Myron rushed to save him, and did. Either at that event, or soon thereafter, Dewey Myron suffered a heart attack and died. <br />
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<br />Donnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06716541813712988953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881309808282827821.post-19541473701368605952015-12-26T18:32:00.000-08:002018-03-03T17:18:31.048-08:00Dr. Joseph C. Placak, Pioneer in the Treatment of Tuberculosis<h1 style="page-break-inside: avoid;">
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<span style="font-family: "arial unicode ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">On
February 22, 1882 a child named Joseph Charles Placak was born in
Cleveland to parents Anthony and Jennie Goldstein Placak of Austria.
He would grow up to marry Eunice S. Emde. He would become an educated
man, and a doctor, graduating from The College of Physicians and
Surgeons, </span></span><u><a href="http://hubpages.com/hub/Clevelands-University-Circle"><span style="color: blue; font-family: "georgia" , serif;">Western
Reserve University</span></a></u><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">in
1903 and receiving his post-graduate degree from the University of
Prague, Austria. Joseph completed his residency as both a pathologist
and a physician at Cleveland City Hospital by 1905.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">On
September 25, 1888 a child named Eunice Sabina Emde was born in Ohio
to Fred Christian Emde and his wife Jesse Williams Emde. Eunice would
grow up to marry the renowned tuberculosis expert Dr. Joseph C.
Placak and they would have four children, Joseph Jr. (1907),
Frederick (1910), Robert (1913) and daughter Jean (1917).</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"><br /></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">When
he was 25 and Eunice 19 they wed on March 20, 1907 in Cleveland. His
mother on the marriage record was listed as Grace B. Dushanek. By the
time of the 1930 Census for Cuyahoga County, Cleveland Heights, Ohio,
Joseph was 48 and Eunice was 41. Their 4 single children ages 12 to
22 still lived at the family home valued at $50,000 '" a
remarkable amount for that period of time, in a wealthy Cleveland
neighborhood at 2228 Woodmere Road.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">As
a young married man, he was the Medical Superintendent at the 2000
acre Cooley Farms in Warrensville, which housed the municipal
tuberculosis sanatorium for Cleveland '" the first person named
to this position. Those infirmed here had access to the outdoors that
aided their comfort while confined to the sanatorium. He worked with
the disease of tuberculosis and lectured on internal medicine at the
Cleveland College of Physicians and Surgeons until 1911. In 1915 he
was the head of the Division of Tuberculosis for Cleveland City
Hospital.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><b>WWI AND THE HAYMARKET DISTRICT</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">During
WWI, he was a Major in the Medical Corps of the Army and Chief of
Medical Services for Evacuation Hospital #5 at Coblenz, Germany.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">Tuberculosis
was to always be the focus of Joseph's medical career. He became the
physician in charge of the Tuberculosis Dispensary in the Haymarket
District, visiting pathologist for Eddy Road Hospital, and a member
of the American Medical Association regarding the study and
prevention of this dreadful disease.</span></span><br />
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HARRY PLACAK, PHARMACEUTICAL CHEMIST</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">In
1940, Joseph's relative, Dr. Harry Placak, a prominent pharmaceutical
chemist from Cleveland, Ohio, with a "masked value"
selective service classification, moved to Skyuka Road in Tryon, NC.
His property included his home and his laboratory where he conducted
research on animal feeds, including being an advocate for the
soybean. He lived there until his death at St. Luke's Hospital in
1967, following breaking his hip in a fall at the elderly age of 96.
Dr. Joseph C. Placak was the informant for the death certificate.
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><b>MEMBERSHIPS,
POSITIONS, & WWII</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">In
1941 Joseph Placak held memberships with the American Board of
Internal Medicine and the American College of Physicians. He was on
the board of directors for the National Tuberculosis Association and
on the Board of Regents for the American College of Chest Physicians.
He was elected President of the Anti-Tuberculosis League of Cleveland
and Cuyahoga County and named Chief of Staff at Mount Royal
Sanatorium for Tuberculosis plus he consulted at Lake County Memorial
Hospital and wrote many papers on chest illnesses and public health.
Joseph Placak was known by many as the physician who did the most to
prevent and cure tuberculosis.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">WWII
came and in 1942 at the age of 60 Joseph completed his Draft
Registration Card listing his home as 2228 Woodmere Road, Cleveland,
his wife as Eunice, and his career as physician with his place of
business being the Carnegie Medical Building in Cleveland.</span></span><br />
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<b style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="color: #351c75;">RETIREMENT</span></b><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">Six
years later the Spartanburg Herald-Journal Sunday morning paper
announced that noted Dr. Joseph C. Placak, head of the tuberculosis
division of City Hospital in Cleveland and president-elect for the
American College of Chest Physicians and Surgeons, would retire to
his long-owned mountain home on Tryon Mountain on Skyuka Road, NC '"
in the vicinity where Dr. Harry Placak also resided.</span></span><br />
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the directorship of Joseph, the</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"> </span></span><u><a href="http://www.polkcountyhistoricalsociety.com/"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">Polk
County Museum</span></a></u><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">was
started in the Tryon Depot to house records, books, photographs and
artifacts. It is still open today. It is likely that Dr. Joseph
Placak is the Joseph Placak that wrote an article on</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"> </span></span><u><a href="http://www.carolana.com/NC/Counties/polk_county_nc.html"><span style="color: blue; font-family: "georgia" , serif;">Polk
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<span style="font-family: "arial unicode ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">Interestingly,
in March of 1970, Eunice died at the age of 88, but, if her death
certificate is correct, she was no longer Joseph's wife '" they
had divorced at some point. Her son, Dr. Joseph Charles Placak Jr.,
was the family member who handled the notification; he lived in the
area and was at some point, the coroner for Columbus, NC. Eunice was
cremated in Atlanta Georgia following her passing at Saluda Nursing
Center in Columbus, NC. Dr. Joseph Placak, Jr., son of Joseph and
Eunice, died on the 2</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: black;"><sup><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">nd</span></sup></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">of
July in 1988 in Columbus NC at the age of 80. Their son Fred Emde
Placak died there at the age of 81 in 1992.</span></span></span></div>
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the Social Security Death Index, Dr. Joseph C. Placak (Sr.) died in
Abington, Washington County, VA in November of 1970 at 88 years of
age.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 10pt;">Hannah Emerson Dustin is one of my ancestors who had a moving and horrifying life experience. Hannah was born in 1657 and lived until about 1737. During the King William's War Hannah was abducted by Indians. People of that era were very hardy as they did endure hardships daily. She unquestionably was strong-willed and survived an intensely violent attack. Hannah, her nurse, and her newborn daughter were captured by Abenaki Indians in colonial Massachusetts. This is the story of her capture, her heroism, and some other interesting tidbits about her life.</span></h2>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">1. Hannah, wearing her nightclothes, was abed holding her newborn infant when Indians came upon the homestead. Thomas, Hannah's husband ordered the older children to flee quickly to a garrison. Hannah sent Thomas after the children for their well-being, though it meant terror and impending death or capture to herself, her baby and a young nurse.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">2. Thomas shot one Indian while rushing the children to hurry. They made it to the garrison alive but exhausted.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">3. When the Abenaki Indians attacked, 40-year old Hannah (March 1697), her one-day old infant daughter, plus a young nurse Mary Neff were captured in Haverhill, Massachusetts. Almost 30 others from the frontier families were slain.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">4. The captives were hastened to an Indian camp where the infant was slammed against a tree and died quite quickly from severe head injuries. Some tales speak of it being an apple tree. Mary's revenge ignited.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">5. Hannah and her nurse were forced to march for several days in a northerly direction of about 75 or more miles. They were joined by another captive who was just 14 years of age, Samuel Lennardson, who had been a captive for about 18 months and was somewhat adapted to being an Indian captive versus risking escape. Samuel knew how the Abenaki killed and scalped captives. He shared this info with Hannah and Mary. Hannah during this travel was still in nightclothes; she may have had no shoes. The ground was somewhat covered with old snow, and the streams were touched with bits of ice. The women and Samuel likely suffered greatly from the cold.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">7. Hannah plotted their escape, and told Mary and Samuel to stay vigilant. The Indians did not have adequate guarding of the campsite. I have read that Hannah prepared soup for the captives and the Indians on the night they escaped. Some say that when serving, she may have tossed in an herb to help the Indians sleep or may even have added a local mushroom causing amatoxin poisoning. True or not, the Indians were evidently listless when shortly after midnight Hannah, Mary, and Samuel seized the Indian weapons and killed 10 Indians; 2 escaped.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">8. The captives fled the scene, but Hannah returned shortly when she realized either that she might need proof of this adventure, or she remembered that Indian scalps provided precious monetary rewards. Hannah scalped the 10 dead; they did receive their rewards for killing the captors and having the scalps.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">9. The group traveled south to home by canoe, traveling only during night's darkness. The trip took several days, but they did arrive home in Haverhill.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">10. Hannah was the only female captive in New England history to massacre her captives and escape. Indian attacks had been endured for years; her escape was viewed as heroic.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">11. Henry David Thoreau immortalized Hannah Dustin in his written works. In 1870 a statue of the courageous Hannah Dustin was positioned in the town square. There is also a statue of her in New Hampshire where Hannah and the captives killed the raiders and escaped with the scalps. Hannah's harrowing experience sparked the imagination of her fellow frontier colonists, just as it has endured and appealed to the people of today. Hannah Dustin Memorial statue was the first statue erected in NH using public funds. This occurred long after her death, in 1874.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">12. John Greenleaf Whittier wrote of Hannah in his Legends of New England in 1831.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">13. Cotton Mather penned Magnalia Christa Americana, in which Mather shared his respect for Hannah. He knew Hannah and spoke with her about the frightening incident himself. His version included moral questions which do not take away from the horror, but does speak of using the situation, perhaps, for his own means. Remember that Cotton Mather was a Puritan and a witch hunter in Salem.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">14. Her husband Thomas participated in building more garrisons around Haverhill to ward off Indian attacks.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">15. Hannah was a survivor and a heroine in her time. Since not much is known about her life after this harrowing event, she evidently proceeded to live a calmer existence until she died around 1737.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">16. Sadly, Hannah had a sister, Elizabeth, who was severely beaten by their father as a child with a flail swingle and by her father's kicking of her body. Violence towards children was not uncommon, but her father Michael was brought to court and punished for his overzealous actions. Elizabeth did not marry, but had three bastard children. Years later, Hannah's sister killed her own illegitimate twin daughters immediately after birth. This was discovered and Elizabeth was hung.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">17. Hannah and Elizabeth's surname is written many ways, such as Dustin and Duston. This is common in colonial history.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Thank you, ancestor Hannah Dustin, for being a survivor! </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i style="background-color: white; color: #3d85c6; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">This was originally published by me on http://voices.yahoo.com/17-interesting-facts-indian-captive-escapee-12171756.htm</i></span></span></span></h4>
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<span style="font-family: "arial unicode ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue;"><u><a href="http://www.heritage-history.com/www/heritage.php?Dir=characters&FileName=dustin.php"><span style="color: #8a8a8a;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">http://www.heritage-history.com/www/heritage.php?Dir=characters&FileName=dustin.php</span></span></span></a></u></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial unicode ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue;"><u><a href="http://wprokasy.myweb.uga.edu/Emerson2.htm"><span style="color: #8a8a8a;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">http://wprokasy.myweb.uga.edu/Emerson2.htm</span></span></span></a></u></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial unicode ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue;"><u><a href="http://voices.yahoo.com/the-story-hannah-dustin-joan-arc-lizzie-bordon-116091.html?cat=37"><span style="color: #8a8a8a;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">http://voices.yahoo.com/the-story-hannah-dustin-joan-arc-lizzie-bordon-116091.html?cat=37</span></span></span></a></u></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial unicode ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue;"><u><a href="http://www.hawthorneinsalem.org/Literature/NativeAmericans&Blacks/HannahDuston/MMD2169.html"><span style="color: #8a8a8a;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">http://www.hawthorneinsalem.org/Literature/NativeAmericans&Blacks/HannahDuston/MMD2169.html</span></span></span></a></u></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial unicode ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue;"><u><a href="http://www.nhstateparks.org/explore/state-parks/hannah-duston-memorial-state-historic-site.aspx"><span style="color: #8a8a8a;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">http://www.nhstateparks.org/explore/state-parks/hannah-duston-memorial-state-historic-site.aspx</span></span></span></a></u></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial unicode ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue;"><u><a href="http://www.atlasobscura.com/places/hannah-dustim-statue-boscawen-nh"><span style="color: #8a8a8a;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">http://www.atlasobscura.com/places/hannah-dustim-statue-boscawen-nh</span></span></span></a></u></span></span></div>
<br />Donnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06716541813712988953noreply@blogger.comMassachusetts, USA42.4072107 -71.38243740000001539.3896202 -76.546011400000012 45.4248012 -66.218863400000018tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881309808282827821.post-11675281907807687352015-09-17T17:43:00.000-07:002018-03-05T08:39:58.877-08:00Reverend Joseph Park, My 6th Great Grandfather<i style="color: #3f3f3f; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, Tahoma; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;">March 12 1705 in Newton MA to March 1 1777 in Westerly RI</i><br />
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<span style="color: #990000; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , "verdana" , "tahoma";"><span style="background-color: #f2f2f2; line-height: 20px;">AHA! A granddad who graduated from Harvard!!!</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #3f3f3f; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , "verdana" , "tahoma";"><span style="background-color: ##f7f7f7; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span></span> <span style="color: #3f3f3f; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , "verdana" , "tahoma";"><span style="background-color: #f2f2f2; line-height: 20px;">Ok, so he graduated when Harvard was a college in Cambridge and was much smaller, but Harvard is Harvard, even in 1720 when he earned his B.A. and 4 years later earned his M.A in Religion. The graduating class for 1720 was less than 40 in number!</span></span><br />
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In our family there are many encounters with American Indians, including marrying Native Americans. Some encounters are harrowing such as that of Hannah Dustin, kidnapped by Indians who killed her babe and she avenged this death by scalping many of them. Rev. Joseph Park's encounter was calmer, meaningful, and memorable.</div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">This two-mile long and one-mile wide
island is close to the mainland of Searsport Maine. The Wabanaki American
Indians called it Wassumkeag which means shining beach or bright sand beach.
When the island was discovered by European explorers before 1775 they named it
Brigadier's Island. Regardless of its moniker, this land has historically
been an uninhabited or sparsely populated island. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">The island, today and in the days when my mom
lived in Searsport, was separated from the mainland as a barrier island due to
its tidal bar. When the tide came off Penobscot Bay, it was an
island; when the tide rolled out, she could walk or stroll to the island but,
of course, had to be alert to the tides and the daylight so as not to get
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I don't believe there were any
farmhouses there when my mother was, but were in generations before her time in
Maine. Actually, in the first 1790 census six families lived or squatted here
among the birch and maples of Maine. Now visitors can find stones marking the
cellars of long gone homes. In 1917 a gas-powered piece of farm equipment
created a fire that destroyed the few Sears Island farm buildings. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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thank goodness - when she was still under the age of 10.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Mom and her brothers used to love to
go to Sears Island to camp, swim, gather shells, picnic, snowshoe and horseback
ride. Hiking might be an adventure to people today, but in mom's day
hiking was a mode of transportation - her mode, a means to an end. I believe
the island is about 2 miles from her home on Turnpike Road in Searsport.
Since she walked to neighboring towns often, such as Stockton Springs to
roller skate, the trek to Sears Island was a fairly short half-hour walk for
her. Today there is a causeway to and from Sears Island, but no further.
Once on the island, people walk, bike or ride horseback to see more. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Some sounds mom would hear
were the waves lapping along the shoreline, whispering and swirling winds and
leaves, and the unique bantering of sea gulls...and silence, blessed
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day were known for abundances in lobsters, clams, scallops and such. No wonder I like seafood
(but not fish particularly). Although I have been very near to Sears
Island, I did not walk in her footprints of long ago. My grandmother and
my great grandmother also walked and played on this island. I should have.</span></div>
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Donnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06716541813712988953noreply@blogger.comSears Island, Searsport, ME 04974, USA44.4431315 -68.87753179999998618.921097 -110.18612579999999 69.965166 -27.568937799999986tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881309808282827821.post-31813740008308284442015-04-11T13:09:00.001-07:002018-03-05T08:41:20.562-08:00How to Speak like a New England Mainer (Mainah)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #351c75;"><br /></span>I clearly recall churning buttah (butter) with my maternal grandmother Esther Bennett Homer on her farm in Searsport Maine. Why did I say buttah instead of butter? Because that is how I sometimes still talk. I've lost a lot of my <a href="http://voices.yahoo.com/theme/526/maine.html">Maine</a> dialect or accent, but not to my family, especially my granddaughter Ashley, who loves to tease me when I forget to or am unable to add the "r" sound to my words. <br />
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So, I am still somewhat a Mainer, and proud of it! My car is a ca or cah, our nearby park is a pahk, the law is the lah and lava is lavah. Sounds perfectly okay to me, but Ashley laughs and laughs. This got me to thinking about the Maine dialect that I grew up with. <br />
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My paternal grandmother Alice Southworth Healey loved lobster which she called lobstah. She always wanted to eat some when we visited Ba Harbah (Bar Harbor). Grammy Homer liked clam chowdah (chowder) when she ate out. <br />
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Though I have tried for years to say idea, it always comes out as idear. My mom and dad called me deyah (dear) and Donna, but they also called me Donnah or Donner. Yikes instead of dropping an r sound, idear and Donner added one. How confusing is that? I need a glass of watah! Then I can watch the cahfs (calfs) for a while as I ponder this. <br />
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Mainers also like a good oximoron. The one that says something is wicked good. Wicked lobstah. Wicked buttah. Wicked cold or wicked hot. L. L. Bean uses "<a href="http://www.llbean.com/llb/search/?freeText=wicked+good&init=1">wicked good</a>" in some of their product line names and ads to relay the greatness of the items. Makes me wantah order somethin' now. <br />
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My dad was named Bob. In New England, folks like to use names. A conversation with him would go something like this: "Donnah, what are you doing? Nothing, Dad. Donnah, I heard you were goin' to the pahk? Dad, that is true, but I won't be stahtin (starting) to go for a while. Dad, for now I will be herah." Get the gist? Did you notice that Mainers like to drop the g when talking, such as talkin'. <br />
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I love that herah, for here. Stretch that one syllable into two and you speak Mainah. A phrase I recall is that you can't get <a href="http://voices.yahoo.com/in-maine-sometimes-cant-thayah-heyah-6879160.html?cat=60">theyah from heyah</a>. <br />
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My dad, by the way was born in Bath Maine, but he called it Bahth. And my Aunt Jane was Auht Jane and not Ant Jane. Auht Jane called my sister and I cunnin, meaning cute. We were, and loved her sayin' it. Oh, we live in Florida now and my sister is Ant Caren, instead of Auht Caren. Too bad. <br />
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I was born in Bangah (Bangor), but now when I visit Maine, I am thought to be "from away" and have to explain that my Mainah accent is still there in part, because I am one of them. Doesn't do me much good to explain; they still think I am from away. Could I be mispronouncing Bangor? <br />
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It has been wicked exciting to write this article. Brings back so many memories and helps my granddaughter to know I am just a Mainer. <br />
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One of these days I will call Ashley's lunch box, her dinner pail. It would really catch her attention if I said suppah pail. In North Carolina we had a basement, in Connecticut we had a cellar and, for us, that meant a dirt or root cellar which we called "down cellar." Our mom did not want us to go down cellah. We also had an ice box and when we got a refrigerator we still called it an ice box. And I don't say hoss anymore. I have mastered horse. <br />
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Remembah Ashley is the one that teases me the most about my lingerin' Maine accent. I think I will agree with her on whatever she says next time by sayin' eh-yuh or ayuh instead of yes. She will love it. PS: Let's not tell her that I mostly hear ayuh on old episodes of Murder She Wrote on television. Do you agree? <a href="http://dialectblog.com/2011/04/14/ayuh-americas-oddest-yes/">Ayuh</a>! <br />
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<br />Donnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06716541813712988953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881309808282827821.post-36134727275154125082015-04-04T09:21:00.000-07:002018-03-05T08:41:39.599-08:00SARAH F. STEPHENSON AND CHARLES CONRAD CATOR, SR.<div style="background: #FFECB3; border: ridge #FFECB3 3.0pt; mso-border-alt: three-d-emboss #FFECB3 3.0pt; padding: 0in 0in 0in 0in;">
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My husband's great grandfather Charles Sr. was born in 1863, smack in the middle of the Civil War. It was years before we realized that my husband's great
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In the 1700s Surrattsville was named Surratt's Villa, and
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The Villa was simply a crossroads and a few buildings. By the 1800s it was calls Surrattsville and had
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William McKinley was president the year before Sarah
died. She may or may not have lived
long enough to realize that the USS Maine exploded in Cuba in February of
1898. And she may not have lived long
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In 1881 she and Charles were well aware that their President
James Garfield was shot and died. And,
think of it! They lived at the very
time of the OK Corral gunfights in Tombstone, AZ in that same year when the
Earp Brothers and Doc Holliday tried to disarm Billy Clanton and Frank
McLaury. Billy, Frank and Tom
died. And electricity was generated to
85 customers in NYC on September 4, 1884, and a year later the Statue of
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Donnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06716541813712988953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881309808282827821.post-37159070427872154942015-04-02T16:41:00.001-07:002018-03-05T08:38:23.715-08:00The Mangle Iron at Myrtle and Warren Southworth's home in Belfast Maine<br />
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<i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Aunt Myrtle E. Dickey and Uncle Ralph Warren Southworth were married on Saturday, November 10th in Belfast Maine. They had two children, a daughter and a son. Myrtle died in Chula Vista California in 1982 at the age of 70. She was living near her daughter's area. Uncle Warren died in Belfast Maine in 1970 at the age of 59. In this picture, Warren is standing with his older brother Dana Southworth. Dana died in 1971 at the age of 75. Dana's second marriage was to Helen Devlin Southworth, who was a violinist in the Boston Pops Orchestra.</span></i><br />
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</header>Donnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06716541813712988953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881309808282827821.post-72726875995776795332015-02-19T17:01:00.001-08:002015-02-19T17:01:30.137-08:00YMCA Camp Skyuka near Columbus NC<br />
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We used to take our sons to Camp Skyuka on White Oak Mountain, far up into the coolness of being over 3000 feet high. </div>
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Skyuka, a Cherokee, lived during the American Revolution, As the story goes, British Redcoats got Skyuka to agree to lead British men to raid pioneer homesteaders in the area. Cherokees had been raiding the homesteaders and Capt. Thomas Howard organized a campaign to stop this after three bloody massacres against the homesteaders. On a secret trail, Skyuka led Capt Howard to defeat the Cherokees in 1776. Skyuka was not honored by his people, but was by the British. Skyuka was said to have been saved by Howard as a boy and a friendship grew. </div>
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<a href="http://www.campskyukahoa.com/images/6a402c07da8f5d363a45139e74ad45f3_wa54.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img align="right" alt="" border="0" height="264" hspace="3" src="http://www.campskyukahoa.com/images/6a402c07da8f5d363a45139e74ad45f3_wa54.png" style="border-style: solid; border-width: 0px;" vspace="3" width="400" /></a>YMCA Camp Skyuka opened its doors in 1957 on 99 acres. It closed and then reopened in 1975, the period when my sons attended Camp Skyuka. The cabins, infirmary, and kitchen and mess hall were built of blue granite from a quarry in Green River Cove. Moonshiners likely still resided on White Oak Mountain; they may still today. The camp had lots of swimming activities, boating, fishing, crafts, archery and rifle ranges, horseback riding, tennis courts, and ball fields. The boys enjoyed every activity and even the campfire stories. I bet they were not really very happy to see us arrive to pick them up!</div>
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The campsite was closed in the late 1990s. </div>
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This mess hall photo is from http://www.campskyukahoa.com/Mountain_History.html </div>
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Is this James? From facebook group as <br />"Allison and Jim 1979":</div>
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