Wednesday, December 17, 2014

How old was your great-grandfather when you were born?



We have a family member who has the unusual distinction of having a great-grandfather who was born in 1791.
Thomas Lee Combs, was born on August 30, 1947, in Ann Arbor, Michigan.
Tom's father was born on January 7, 1897.
Tom's grandfather was born on July 28, 1850.
Tom's great-grandfather was born in 1791.
     Tom's father, George, was the youngest of five surviving boys, born in Stoney Creek, Washtenaw Co., Michigan. George was married to Fannie Barnum (1896-1940). They had two children: Ester and Dean. The babysitter for the children was Elberta D. Alber (1916-1979). George married Elberta on 3 Aug 1942, and they are Tom's parents.
     George's parents were: Seymour Erastus Combs and his wife, Frances J. Potter. Seymour was the youngest of six children. His parents were:
     Richard, born in 1791.His wife was Anna Coffee (or Hill) Crosby. Richard was born in England and came to the United States probably in the late 1820s or early 1830s and settled in New York. He was married to Clarissa. At some point, he abandoned Clarissa (she eventually divorced him) and settled in Michigan, probably traveling via the newly built Erie Canal. He met Anna Crosby, probably in New York, wife of Lemuel Crosby. Anna had three children with Lemuel. Richard and Anna married in 1843. They had six children, at least three were born before they married: Charles, Hiram, Alice, Mary, Almon (who died as an infant), and Seymour. Seymour was born a few months after his father, Richard, was gored by a bull and died.
     For those who are math-challenged (!) - George, was 50 years old when Tom was born, George's father, Seymour, was 47 at the time of his birth, and HIS father, Richard, was 59 when Seymour was born. A lot of years in between - 156 to be exact. Naturally, the mothers of these men were younger than their husbands. Richard's and George's wives were both 19 years younger. Frances was 8 years younger than Seymour.
     Seymour was about five years too young for the Civil War, but he had many contemporaries who served. I don't see any evidence that his older brothers served in the Civil War, but more research needs to be done. Many of Tom's contemporaries had fathers who served during WWII. Tom's father was in the very last days of WWI.
     On the other end of the spectrum: A cousin was born in 1954, she had her first child when she was 18. This child had his first baby in 1993 at the age of 20, so she  was a grandmother at 38. Her mother was born in 1936, which made this woman a great-grandmother at 57. The great-great-grandmother of the child born in 1993, was born in 1914. If she had lived to 79, they could have posed for a five-generation portrait.
     Tom's great-grandfather was 156 years older than he was, whereas the cousin's lineage had 57 years between a baby and her great-grandmother. So, I got curious about my great-grandfathers - 111, 102, 99 and 76 when I was born. None were alive and neither were any of my great-grandmothers. How old were yours?

Friday, December 5, 2014

Bits and Pieces



It has been a fast two months since I added to this blog - what have I done in two months?
     The most exciting answer to that question goes to writing an article which will be published any day now in the current issue of the Illinois State Genealogical Society Quarterly.  http://www.ilgensoc.org.  It is titled: "Water - Both Life and Death to the Beckington Family." It is about the Beckington family's journey to the United States from England in 1847. I can't wait to see it in print and for everyone to read it. You can request a copy of the issue, but they don't print a great many extras. Let me know if you would like a copy of the article. I can send you one via email.
     The holidays are upon us and of course that means family. We had eight around our table at Thanksgiving this year. It was fun to catch up with everyone. Too much food - but then, that is the point - right? My husband is the pie maker in our family - this year he made three: Chocolate Pecan (the favorite), Apple (always wonderful) and a Sweet Potato (maybe because we are northerners - it wasn't the biggest hit). It was especially fun to have a nephew and his family fly from Florida to join us for the weekend. I was excited to meet his wife and son (6) for the first time - and loved them both!
     Our Study Group celebrated three years in September (actually early October). We had new goals and some being a continuation last year. I am continually amazed at the different levels,  interests and strengths that each of us brings to the table. We all learn from each other.
I still have a client that I have ignored this fall, but I hope by early January to get a summary done of the information I have gathered and see where we stand, and where we still need to go to complete the project to his satisfaction.
     The writers group - Writers on Wheels - is keeping me on my toes. I have started another article. This time I am tackling Bruce's mother's family. His paternal grandmother (Madelyn) was born in Massachusetts and I am writing about a fire in their hometown (at the time) of Chelsea, MA that affected her mother (Minnie) and consequently Madelyn's life.
     For family members, we lost our Aunt Jim (Alice Louise Beckington Templeton) on November 23, just a few weeks shy of her 91st birthday (December 8, 1923). She was born in Michigan, but died in New Mexico. She was the last (and youngest) of Garth and Edna (Childs) Beckington's eight children. That generation for us, including spouses, is now gone. As one cousin said in an email "Makes us feel alone." That is true. In our generation - the grandchildren of Garth and Edna - there were 23 - six boys and the rest girls. We have lost six of these grandchildren, including two of Aunt Jim's children.  The oldest grandchild was born in 1930 and the youngest two were born in 1954. I have counted 52 in the next generation and we are going strong in the generation after that. I have a feeling I have lost count. Unfortunately, everyone is not as connected as we used to be. Facebook does help though.
     Another comment concerning Aunt Jim and New Mexico. She has two cousins from her generation (children of her father's siblings) still alive. One will be 90 next May and the other, a male, will be 94 at the end of January. These two (one born in DC and the other in Illinois) are both in New Mexico (what are the odds?) and all three have some form of macular degeneration. Beckington cousins beware!
    And I just know some of you are asking: How did she get her nickname 'Jim'? The story is that even though Garth had five sons none was named Jim and he always liked that name. Since Alice was going to be their last child (her mother, Edna, was 44 when Jim was born), he decided she was going to be the 'Jim'. And it stuck, all her life, to her family anyway. I think those outside the family called her Louise. What made it even more confusing was that she was married to Terry. So when you said Aunt Jim and Uncle Terry, people would say - you have that backwards. No, we didn't!

 Alice Louise (Beckington) Templeton
December 8, 1923 - November 23, 2014

Sunday, October 5, 2014

Another anniversary for the Study Group



     I haven't written about my study group lately - we are still going strong after three years! I am so proud of us ALL. We have had only one lady discontinue over the years, and another who early on started a job and really never came to meetings, but I still send her the emails written before and after the meetings - she says she saves them all and is always interested in what we are doing. So, we are seven strong. We meet once a month. We set new goals each year and usually accomplish at least half of them - some being on-going or long term that hang around for all time.
     Everyone now has a database on their computer. Most have inputted at LEAST the four generations they need to produce a nice pedigree. We are ALL working on sourcing, but that gets easier with time. We have had lessons on several aspects of research; been to the three major libraries in our area; currently trying to coordinate a trip to the State Archives (in downtown Phoenix at the Capital); written stories about our ancestors; shared new finds; ordered documents and just plain enjoyed it all.
     I am encouraging them to start their own website and/or maybe even a blog. At our last meeting, one of the members gave us a talk about how she organizes her research when she starts a new search - such as for a in-law, or a new branch of the family. She sets up a notebook, accumulates as much data from - say, her son-in-law and his family -and starts with the usual suspects: Google, Ancestry and/or Familysearch. She sources as she goes along - Bless her Heart! The sourcing actually gives her a wonderful timeline as she moves backward collecting ancestors and documentation. She can then use the timeline to see what holes, etc. she has and what/where she still needs to research. It was a great learning lesson. We all approach things differently, but we all do some things the same way and we are always learning something new.
     Now to plan the next meeting....

Monday, September 1, 2014

James Webster Childs, Memorial



In my April 1, 2013 Blog entry entitled:  "A 19th Century Adoption,"  I talked about James Webster Childs (1826-1882) and his wife, Lucy A. Hubbard (1825-1902), and the adoption of my great-grandfather, Carlos Webster Childs (1856-1912). The following is an article about J. Webster's death, taken from Portrait and Biographical Album of Washtenaw County, Michigan, containing Biographical Sketches of Prominent and Representative Citizens, together with Biographies of all the Governors of the State, and of the Presidents of the United States. Chicago, Biographical Publishing Co., 1891, on the death of the Hon. James Webster Childs. This is transcribed verbatim.

     Death loves a shining mark, and in taking away the gentleman whose name is at the head of this sketch the State has been deprived of a man who had acquired a wide reputation, not only for mental acumen in commercial affairs and business life, but as statesman and legislator, having formerly represented the Fourth District in the House and State Senate for eight terms. He was a native of New Hampshire and was born June 16, 1826, being a son of Josiah and Abigail Childs, natives of New Hampshire. The young man grew up in his native State and early in life conceived the idea of becoming an educator. He had taken the preparatory course for college, confidently expecting to enter one of the institutions of the East, when, owing to ill health, he was compelled to give up the idea, a severe blow to him in more respects than one.
     Although disappointed in his university career, our subject received a very good education, and while engaged in teaching he pursued a course of study, and doubtless acquired as much as do many young men in a university course. To the other branches which he taught he added penmanship, in which he was particularly proficient and from the income derived in this way he was enabled to pursue his own studies under very good conditions. A man of wide reading, thoughtful and of excellent judgment and discrimination, he talked well on every subject and was gifted as an orator, so that as time passed on at every public occasion when it was desired that party principles should be explained to the public, Mr. Childs was selected by common consent, as being the best and most forcible speaker, and with the greatest ability to convince the general mind.
     August 30, 1848, the original of our sketch was married in New Hampshire, to Miss Lucy A. Hubbard, who was a native of the same State with himself and who was born September 13, 1825, in Claremont, N.H. She was a daughter of Solomon and Amarilla (Cowles) Hubbard. Her father was a native of Connecticut and her mother of New Hampshire. She was educated at the Kimball Union Academy, of Meridan, N.H. and adds the charm of a well stored mind to her personal attractions.
     After their marriage, in 1848, Senator Childs and his wife emigrated to Michigan and settled on the farm where his widow now resides. It must have been a great trial to the gentlewoman to leave her early home of culture and refinement and to take up new lines [lives] in a pioneer country. However, together they bravely resolved to make the best of the matter and the young husband first purchased eighty acres of land which was partially improved, although the surrounding country was almost entirely virgin forest, for they were among the early pioneers of Augusta Township. Mr. Childs added at various times to his original purchase, until he was the owner of about four hundred acres of as fine land as there is in the county, at the time of his death. He devoted his attention to general farming, gaining expensively in stock, which he was most successful in raising. They also carried on a most profitable dairy business for years, and, indeed, the handsome fortune that the couple accumulated was only acquired by constant industry. Mr. Childs was full of energy and perseverance until this last, and was an excellent manager. He soon became known as a man of unswerving integrity and of fine business qualifications. He was early elected Supervisor of Augusta Township and served as School Superintendent, in which work he was particularly interested, as his early enthusiasm for educational work never left him.
     In 1869 Gov. Baldwin appointed our subject as a member of the Board of the Michigan Agricultural College; he was subsequently twice reappointed, holding the position at the time of his death. He was President of the Farmers' and Mechanics' Trade Association for twelve years.
     Previous to our subject's election as Senator he served for two years in the Lower House of the State Legislature and during that term his ability was so conclusively tested and his integrity as a man and a representative of the people was so satisfactory that he was subsequently elected State Senator, which position he filled for six consecutive years, acting in such a way as to reflect the greatest credit upon his constituents as well as upon himself. A fervent Republican in his political principles, he was a stronghold of that party in his section and accomplished some of the best work done in that direction in the vicinity that he represented. He had been spoken of as Governor of the State by his political friends, but positively declined to consider such a candidacy. In these days of party corruption a man who is noted for his conscientiousness in State affairs in to rare a thing as to attract general attention. The strongest hold that our subject had upon his constituency was his wide reputation for political honesty. He was impervious to bribes.
     In private life Senator Childs was simple and unassuming. He and his wife were members of the Congregational Church and both active in Sunday-school work. The cause of temperance was also one in which Mr. Childs was an ardent supporter. A man whose geniality extended to all classes of society, he was ever popular, and at his death there was general mourning, and those who knew him most intimately and were acquainted with his frailties as well as his strong points loved him best. He was an enterprising citizen and a successful business man, as the fine estate which he left attends. His widow now occupies the farm, which comprises two hundred and ten acres. Senator Childs had a State reputation as a temperance worker and was the first President of the Legislative Temperance Society, at Lansing, this State. He was a brother of the Hon. Aaron Childs (deceased) and Josiah Childs, the latter being among the octogenarian and honorable pioneers of Washtenaw County. The decease of Senator Childs took place November 8, 1882. The cortege that followed him to his last resting place comprised many of the most eminent men in the State, who were proud to claim our subject as a friend and associate.                                            THE END

A few notes: 
      - I think the writers of these biographies must have been paid by the word!
      - Note that in 1891, when this book was published, they state - "in these days of political corruption." As they say - nothing new under the sun.
      - Note he was in the Temperance Society - some things do change!
      - He died owning two hundred plus acres. J. Webster was survived by his wife and  son, Carlos W. and daughter, Mary Ann. Carlos had two daughters (Edna Ella and Frances Hazelton) and Mary Ann Childs White (I have written about her family in this Blog also), had six daughters. No one in either family owns any land in Augusta Township today. I may actually have his will in my files - an article for another day.
      -  J. Webster was only 56 when he died of Consumption (an old term for TB).
      - His brothers, Aaron and Josiah are also written about in the above publication.

There was also a memorial about J. Webster in American Biographical History of Eminent and Self-Made Men with Portrait Illustrations on Steel, Vol. I-II. There was an extensive eulogy written in Report of the Pioneer Society of the State of Michigan. Together with Reports of County, Town, and District Pioneer Societies, Vol. VI, Lansing, Mich. W.S. George & Co., State Printers & Binders, 1884. This one included the notice of his funeral from the Ypsilanti Commercial, November 18, 1882, and included remarks by Andrew Campbell (who happens to be a cousin from my Muir/McDougall family and also early settlers in Augusta Township); William Campbell (same as Andrew) who states "I will not call your attention to his gifts as a statesman, except to say that he was far better fitted for President of the United States than the one who now occupies the chair" - (that would be Chester A. Arthur); C. H. Richmond (not sure who this is but I see that same name connected with St. Andrews Church in Ann Arbor and  the Regents of the University of Michigan); and Chief Justice T. M. Cooley (the 25th Justice and a Chief Justice of the Michigan Supreme Court, between 1864 and 1885). J. Webster is also written about in the Collections of the Pioneer Society of the State of Michigan, Vol. VI, Lansing, Mich. Wynkoop Hallenbeck Crawford Co., State Printers, 1907, pg. 457.

Saturday, June 21, 2014

Civil War letter with story for children back home



     In December 2012, on this blog, I transcribed two letters written by distant family members during the Civil War. Today, I will share another. This letter was forwarded to me by a lovely woman who was a neighbor of a Childs family member (my grandmother was a Childs  - Edna Ella Childs Beckington). Mary A. Childs White, was Edna's father's sister. Mary A. (some say Ann and some say Alice), married A. Gates White and lived in Garden Prairie, Boone County, Illinois. I wrote about them in February of this year. This letter - because of the date, must have been written by Mary A's husband, Gates', father - Amos Gates White, also called Gates.  He was born in 1831, and died in 1868. His wife was Catherine Cox (1822-1866). They both died in New Gascony, Jefferson County, Arkansas, but are buried in Garden Prairie, Illinois. They would have had daughters, Neenah and Lelia, and son Aurelius Gates (A. Gates) at the time of this letter. 
     This letter was written by Gates and mailed to his family in Garden Prairie.  It is dated September 12, 1864 and he is in Vicksburg, Mississippi. It is a story for Catherine to read to the children:
 
                     ”A Story for Mother to read to the children"
     Very many hundred years ago in a country called Germany which lies many thousand miles from here away over the Atlantic Ocean, there lived a King and Queen who had one child, a little daughter of which they were very fond indeed and their greatest delight was in studying how they might add to the happiness of their little girl. Now it came to pass that when little Bertha was a year old, her parents wishing to celebrate her first birthday in a joyful manner made a great feast to which they invited all the lords and ladies in the land that they might rejoice with the King and Queen. Now there dwelt in this Kingdom thirteen wise women and the King wished to invite them all to the feast, but unfortunately they could not attend the feast unless their food could be served to them on plates of gold with golden knives & forks and golden cups from which to drink their wine. Now the King had only twelve of the golden dishes so he could invite only 12 of the wise women to sit at his table, and the thirteenth woman was very angry because she too was not invited to eat with the King.
     When the appointed day came around, the guests all sat down to dinner and when they had finished eating, each of the wise women began to wish good wishes for Bertha, the little princess. One wished that she might be very beautiful. The second that she might always be happy, another that she be very rich and very kind and good and so on until eleven of the wise women had made their wishes. When the woman who had not been invited to sit down with the rest, burst into the rooms and out of revenge for the slight she had suffered, wished that the princess might die when she was sixteen years old and that her death might be caused by falling on a spindle, whereupon the twelfth wise woman who still sat at the table wished that her death might be changed into a hundred years sleep, and then the company separated and went to their own homes.
     But the King remembering the wish of the angry woman and for years that it might come to pass caused all the spindles in his Kingdom to be collected and destroyed, and then thought that he had nothing to fear. But there was one poor woman who lived in a little cottage near the palace of the King who hid her spindle during the search and used secretly to spin in her cottage whenever she thought no one would see her. In the meantime the princess grew up tall and beautiful and of an angelic disposition so that everyone loved her and praised her both for her beauty and goodness.
     One day when she was about sixteen years old her father and mother went on a visit to a neighboring prince and Bertha, white rambling about the fields happened to enter the cottage where the poor woman was spinning and accidentally fell upon the spindle and was killed. The servants carried her home and placed her on her bed where she looked as though she were asleep, and when the King and Queen came home they too went to sleep and then the servants too fell asleep. The chamber maid with her broom in her hand, the butler with his keys in his fingers as he was going to the cellar for wine, the groom as he was cleaning the horses in the stall, and the cook dropped asleep too with one hand stretched out to box the ears off the scullion who had neglected to turn the spit on which the meat was roasting for dinner. The scullion fell asleep too with his hand upon the spit, in fact all fell asleep even to the flies upon the wall and the dogs in the yard and the horses in the stable. Even the fire went to sleep with the blaze still around the kettle and the water ceased to boil and the dinner ceased to cook, and a hedge of large solid trees grew up all around the palace so that no one could enter even into the garden where there plants and vegetables as well as the people were all asleep. And here I much leave the story of the sleeping princess for the present but some time I will write you an account of their waking after the hundred years had expired. Dear C, No letters from you, get no boat for four days hope to get one soon.        Gates

I am sure most of us are familiar with this story - so we know the ending!  I have added some punctuation to make it a little easier to read. I also looked Scullion up as I thought maybe he was spelling it wrong - he was not:

                     Scullion, male counterpart to Scullery Maid,
                     servant who performed menial kitchen jobs
                     (washing, cleaning, etc.) in large households
                     during the Middle Ages and the Renaissance.