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Mullin' Marrow & Ponderin' Pith

A genealogical blog of reflections about my family history and my experiences as a genealogist.

This Ain't Horseshoes....

1/31/2017

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Last weeks’ article was different from my previous blog posts in that it demonstrated how genealogical records can reveal little-known information about famous (in that case, infamous) people.

Researching and putting the article together was so enjoyable, I decided to do another like it this week. 

Typically, in the writing of an article I have a framework of time in my head that I’m going to spend on research and on the creation of the finished work.  It keeps me from winding up down a genealogical rabbit hole.

This week, half way into the research time allotment, I hit a huge snag which resulted in what seemed like a week-long stay in the rabbit hole.

The snag was important for a couple of reasons.  First, it redirected my research deep into an area I have only briefly visited in the past. This redirection was quite fortuitous in that I learned quite a bit. Second, it changed the article from “Who is this mystery person?” to “Remember, This Ain’t Horseshoes!”

Her name was Wanda. She was the second of four children born to immigrants. She, along with her older brother and younger sister, was born in Ohio while her baby brother was born in Illinois. 

I first encountered her family in the 1930 federal census. Her father was a 53 year old laborer in retail factory.  He paid $15 in rent for them to live at 4815 Loomis Street.

By the time the 1940 census was taken, her mother had passed away. Her younger sister and brother were still living with their father, a 63 year old widower, “unable to work.” The sister, 19 years old, was the bread winner. She worked as a clerk for a novelty manufacturer.  Having completed her fourth year of high school, she worked 32 weeks in 1939, earning $416. The brother was fifteen years and still in school; he did not have a job and was not seeking work at that point.  They resided at 5045 South Paulina Street paying $13.50 in rent, sharing the house with four other families. 

Working into the family’s past, a simple search did not reveal their whereabouts in the 1920 census, but found them in a different state in the 1910 census.  The father was a 32 ½ year old laborer at the “tube works.”  He was likely glad to have the job as the previous year he had been unemployed for 50 weeks.  Their only child to that point, a son, was three months old.  They lived on Moxahala Avenue.

Two city directories shed a bit of light on the family’s places of residence between 1910 and 1930. 
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According to the 1914 city directory, they lived at 925 Muskingum Avenue.  The 1924 directory had them at 795 Clay, the father “wks Yo S & T Co.” Perusal of the business section of the directory decoded his place of employment to be Youngstown Sheet and Tube Company located on Cleveland Street.

The 1930 census records revealed Wanda’s parents were immigrants--
her father was an alien but Wanda’s mother had “papers.”  ​I decided to check naturalization records to see if I could find more information. 
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Her mother's sworn Declaration of Intent was filed on 29 February 1928 in the District Court of Northern Chicago and gives us quite a bit of information about her. She was a 40 year old (actually only 39) housewife of medium complexion, five feet tall, 130 pounds with brown hair and dark blue eyes.  At the time of the declaration, she lived at 4855 S. Laflin Street with her husband, John, but was born in Nisko, Poland 13 May 1888. Her husband was also born in Poland. She arrived in New York City on 29 April 1901 from Hamburg, Germany on the vessel President McKinley.

Because I could not find her naturalization papers and knew she passed away before 1940, I began to search for a death record.

An Illinois death index gave her date of death as 21 January 1935.  Her parent’s names were given in the index.  In an effort to confirm them, I began search for a marriage record.  My thinking was that since she immigrated to the US at the age of 13, she probably married after her arrival. 

I could find no marriage record when I searched her maiden name, but found one when I searched her husband’s name.

However, this couple was married far from where they wound up settling in the upper mid-west.  At first glance I thought it unlikely to be them.  The second glance showed the names of the mother and father of the bride exactly matched the names on the death index.  Married 4 February 1904.

Huh.

Well, I suppose she came in through New York, her family settled in Massachusetts, she married and moved west, I thought.

But something about it bothered me. 

A search of passenger ships on the Ellis Island Foundation website shows the President McKinley’s earliest arrival in the port of New York was 1923.

Wait, WHAT?

Because the census records stated her husband was an immigrant, I decided to lay her confusion to the side and see if his records made more sense. 

His declaration, like hers contained a lot of information, but some contradicted information in her declaration.  Whose was correct?  His sworn statement provided the following:

He was a 62 year old widower born in Bonawina, Poland, but residing at the same address given in the 1940 census—on South Paulina Street. He was 5 feet 5 ½ inches tall, 125 pounds, dark complexed with greying black hair and blue eyes. The four children he listed match census records—Wanda being the second child. The marital information stated his wife was born in Przndsel [Przindzel], Poland on 13 May 1886. She immigrated to the United States arriving in New York in 1902 and they were married in Massachusetts in 1904. Regarding his own immigration, he stated he arrived in New York 24 February 1903, but the vessel he sailed on was “unknown.”

His petition for naturalization, granted 13 May 1943, contained the same information except for the name he immigrated under.  In the declaration, he said “John,” in the petition he said “Jan.”

The search for “John” on a passenger list returned no hits.  The search for “Jan” returned one.

This Jan arrived in New York on 21 February 1904. Apparently he was traveling with a buddy, Stanislaw, as they shared the same destination, Stanislaw’s niece’s home in Sault Ste. Marie.  The problem is that Jan would have arrived three weeks after his wedding in Massachuetts on the 5th! Surely, this was not the same Jan!

There are so many questions!  Who were these people?  Why can I not find them coming into the country when and how they said they did (even with expanding the parameters!)? Where did they come from?

When so much information is conflicting and you cannot get clear dates, names and events, it’s the time to remind yourself:  This ain’t horseshoes because close isn’t good enough. You have to be sure otherwise you may put bad information out there that others will use. See it for what it is: a wall you need to invest more time in demolishing through the use of good research strategy.  I could have said, “Well, the dates are close; they probably just made some mistakes,” and kept going. But I work hard NOT to be that kind of genealogist.

Close isn’t good enough.

I don’t know who Wanda’s parents were other than they called themselves John and Mary Dombek.

I do know who Wanda Dombek was. 
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She was the mother of Theodore John Kaczynski.
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You've Heard the Story, But Not All of It

1/20/2017

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He died eight days after his 48th birthday. 

Four days earlier he suffered a stroke. Two days later, he seemed to rally, but contracted pneumonia and was ultimately unable to recover.
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His family was with him when he passed away in his 6,000 square foot mansion. It was a beautiful home in a desirable neighborhood with seven bedrooms and seven baths; there was also a two story guest room. His private beach and yacht dock were in the back yard.  
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He had lived life “large.” At his other home, he had an extra-large garage added to accommodate his “big” car. He also had two seven foot long bathtubs in the house!

Perhaps his early life had to do with his desire to have the biggest and the best when he reached adulthood. 

Census records reveal quite a bit about our mystery man. The federal censuses from 1900, 1910, and 1920 as well as state censuses from 1905 and 1915 were packed with information. Birth and death records and other government sources were also helpful.

He was the fourth born of nine children, seven boys and two girls. The first born girl apparently died when she was only a year old. Most of the children were close in age—not more than two to three years separating them except for the five year gap between the seventh and eighth children.

The family occupied homes at four different addresses in the city during that time; all within a two mile stretch lying only a mile from the river. One of the buildings has been gone since the 1960's brought the expressway through the neighborhood. The others are still standing.
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Interestingly enough, they always had other families living with them. And not just one at a time:
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After being expelled from catholic school, he worked a variety of jobs. When he was 17, the 1915 state census listed his occupation as “Maker of Books.” One of his older brothers had the same occupation. In his spare time, he tended to hang out with fellows of questionable character. 

By 1920, he was married and had a two year-old son. His father died that year. He moved to another city and bought a 2800 square foot two story home—the long tubs house. His mother and sister followed in 1923. While he didn’t stay there often, it must have been nice to share a home with only five other people after spending his early life with no less than 14. His mother lived there until her death in 1952.

Trouble with the law landed him in the penitentiary in 1932. There, he was diagnosed with gonorrhea and syphilis. His mental capacity continued to decline as a result of the syphilis. Upon his release from prison in 1939, he sought treatment at Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore but was refused because of his reputation. Union Memorial Hospital, also in Baltimore, agreed to treat him. After his release, he lived the last seven years of his life at his mansion. 
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And so, his poor mother, Theresa, buried another child. Ironically, her first born went on to be a prohibition agent. You have to wonder what she thought when she and her husband, Gabriele, first arrived in New York City. I'll bet she never dreamed that they, the immigrants from a little town in Italy named “Angri” would become the parents of Alphonse Gabriele Capone.
 
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Dawes Commission Records

1/9/2017

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If you are researching family history and run into the possibility your ancestor may have been an American Indian from a southeastern tribe, you should consult the Dawes Commission Records.

The 1887 Dawes Act (a.k.a. the General Allotment Act) created a commission which was charged with creating final citizenship rolls for each of the “Five Civilized Tribes of Oklahoma.”

So why should I look there if my potentially indigenous ancestor was from the southeast?

Because the federal government’s Indian Removal Act of 1830 required all tribes residing east of the Mississippi River to be relocated to lands west of the Mississippi River.

Most of the Choctaw, Creek, Chickasaw, Cherokee, and Seminole tribes were, at times, forcibly “removed” between 1830 and 1850. The forced removal of the Cherokee Nation in 1838 became known as the Trail of Tears. After 1850, less than 10,000 Native American Indians remained in the southeast.






















Fast-forward to the late 1880’s. Your southeastern Indian ancestor is likely residing in Indian Territory—present-day Oklahoma, on a reservation. 

The Dawes Act allowed President Grover Cleveland to break up the reservation land and hand it out to individuals whose applications were approved. The allotments varied in size and were dependent upon the status of an individual, for example, heads of families received larger sections (1/4) than single adults (1/8). 

The most popular Dawes Commission records are the Census or Enrollment Cards, Applications or Enrollment Jackets, and Land Allotment Jackets.

The information contained in each record varies, but names and alternative spellings and parental information are included in all three. The cards and enrollment jackets have more information pertaining to the person while the Land Jackets have specifics relating to the allotment. All three are available online via Ancestry.com. Fold3 and FamilySearch also have some of the records.

Between 1898 and 1914, more than a quarter million applications were made. Just over 100,000 were approved. 

An added bonus is that the Dawes records also contain information pertaining to freedmen. Prior to removal, it is estimated that over 10,000 blacks were enslaved by the Five Tribes. After the Civil War, the tribes freed their slaves and the freedmen were given citizenship within that tribe. Information about freedmen can include the applicant's former owners and their parent's former owners.

For more information about Dawes Commission Records, click HERE to visit the National Archives on line.

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From "What?" to "What?"

1/3/2017

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Years ago, when I began dabbling in family history, I was often “put out” with poor handwriting and varying degrees of literacy.  These people were responsible for records!  How could they NOT write?! I thought. 

I didn’t think that way for long. 

Maybe two seconds.

Having no formal history education, genealogy began and continues to school me with regard to the days of yore. 

It is hard to tell what literacy rates were in colonial America.  Most historians agree that literacy was highest in New England and many attribute it to the Puritanical insistence that a person’s ability to read and understand the Holy Scriptures would stymie the devil.  Therefore, a high percentage of white boys and girls learned to read printed material.  The lowest literacy rates were in the south and in rural areas. 

​Writing was another matter, however.  It wasn’t usually taught along with reading, but rather after. Some only learned the characters necessary to sign their names. The making of one’s “mark” on official documents was sufficient and binding for those who did not learn to write.   Colonially speaking, “literacy” referred only to the ability to read. 

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         "Writing in colonial America was predominantly a male skill and              tied strongly to class and occupations such as lawyers, clerks,                scolars, physicians, clergy and businessmen."[1]

Keeping in mind that many census takers, tax commissioners, etc. in the early days of the United States were appointed, I can’t help but think they were probably some of the most “literate” of the local populace they were entrusted to enumerate.  In the frontier regions, schools and teachers were few and far between and the struggle for simple existence trumped the luxury of “learnin’.”

My indignation quickly became appreciation.

Fast forward to present day “literacy.”

In this age of progress and access, this morning I ran across the following on a prominent website:

             “All entires are vetted and verified by...staff and local area                          experts for accuracy.”

What?

The writer meant “entries.”

My subsequent research added insult to injury.  Regarding the first block quote above referring to colonial literacy, the author noted she had been employed by a local adult literacy organization in her community for four years and bemoaned the current low levels of literacy in the United States. She wrote it in 2011. Ironically, she went on to misspell the word “scholars.” 

What?
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So much for progress in literacy.



[1] http://colonialquills.blogspot.com/2011/06/literacy-in-colonial-america.html : accessed 3 January 2017
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    Cynthia Maharrey
    Born and raised in a small town in West Virginia before the turn of the century, Cynthia has always been fascinated by the intricacies that make up her own family history.  As a result, she has been researching and studying it since the late 1900's.
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