tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13977450234177257792024-02-19T06:12:12.201-06:00Climbing the Branches of My Family TreeUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger126125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397745023417725779.post-75375095065876948252018-06-07T19:35:00.002-05:002018-06-07T19:35:48.922-05:00WONDERFUL WORLD OF PHOTOS - Horst Family Mystery Solved, Part IIIn the last post I explained how I had been able to confirm a photo as that of my 3x-great-grandfather <b><span style="color: #a64d79;">Martin Horst</span></b> (1830-1878), by using Photoshop and a photo of his portrait created before his death. The discovery was made after trying to figure out who the "4 Horst Men" were in an old Horst family photograph. After I had confirmed who was <span style="color: black;">the Horst father,</span> it was time to try the same Photoshop procedure to confirm the brothers' true identities.<br />
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He<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsqXqmNt8k0Ck0ya1WRCkKBHnMXeat7dTUxJwESNZCoWX5HI8fpChn6t4uwcyyGBqp8sMcqhFHq2n3DxzaZ5SaiVYF1L6aii1stxDjc-Jh281GYxOffZTIPnFgOcsEv3n7uZEgEsFTuo0y/s1600/4+Horst+Men.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; clear: left; color: #0066cc; float: left; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-right: 16px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: underline; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><img border="0" data-original-height="794" data-original-width="488" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsqXqmNt8k0Ck0ya1WRCkKBHnMXeat7dTUxJwESNZCoWX5HI8fpChn6t4uwcyyGBqp8sMcqhFHq2n3DxzaZ5SaiVYF1L6aii1stxDjc-Jh281GYxOffZTIPnFgOcsEv3n7uZEgEsFTuo0y/s640/4+Horst+Men.jpg" width="392" /></a>re's the original photograph (left) taken in <b>Mobile, Alabama</b>, where the Horst family resided. <span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">The picture is of the four Horst brothers: <b><span style="color: #a64d79;">Charles</span></b> (1856-1912), my 2x-great-grandfather; <b><span style="color: #a64d79;">Edward</span></b> (1858-1901); <b><span style="color: #a64d79;">Henry</span></b> (1861-1922); and <b><span style="color: #a64d79;">Martin</span></b> (1868-1928). </span>I don't know if there's a date on the photograph (it's in the possession of a descendant of Henry Horst) but I'm thinking it might have been taken somewhere around 1884. </div>
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Here's why: Henry had enlisted in the <b>Naval Academy</b> in 1879. If the photograph was taken before then Martin, the youngest brother, would have just been 11-years-old when it was taken and he's obviously older than that in the photo. Martin was out of the Academy by 1884 but sometime between 1883-1884 Charles and his young family had moved to <b>Cincinnati, Ohio</b>. [We know this because my great-grandmother <b><span style="color: #a64d79;">Pearl Horst Flemming</span></b> was born there in November 1884.] In 1884 Martin, the youngest brother, would be 16 years old, an age which seems much more likely of this young man. Maybe they had the photo taken before Charles left Mobile for Cincinnati, possibly as a gift for their mother.<br />
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In the "4 Horst Men" photograph I have determined the brothers are as follows: front row, left to right: <b>Charles</b>, age 28; <b>Henry</b>, age 23; back row, left to right, <b>Edward</b>, age 26; <b>Martin</b>, age 16.<br />
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I used a photograph taken of Charles at his saloon/bar in <b>Birmingham</b> probably around 1910. It is the only one I have where he is facing the same way as the young man in the early photograph. The two men are not holding themselves in exactly the same way, but it's close enough. There is an approximately 26-year age difference between the two photographs. Here are the results of my experiment, showing that Charles is the brother seated on the left.<br />
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I used the Naval Academy photograph I have of Henry, taken in 1882, to compare with the brothers' photo. The two are posed similarly in both pictures. Here is the result of my experiment with the two photos proving why I found Henry to be the young man seated on the right.</div>
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To investigate the young man standing on the left, I found the one photograph that I have that was labeled as Edward Horst, standing at his bar, the<b> Palace Royale</b>, in Birmingham, taken at the turn of the century. Edward died in 1901 at age 42, so it was obviously taken prior to 1901. In the photo at the bar, Edward is standing very similarly to how the brother in question is standing, twenty years earlier. Here are the two pictures' comparison.</div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397745023417725779.post-57200181591839521992018-06-02T13:27:00.000-05:002018-06-03T10:31:51.259-05:00WONDERFUL WORLD OF PHOTOS - Horst Family Mystery Solved, Part I<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPcCGqMBbZ14ESyd62PleIIrLyaiNydzbjBDkWslzBO4fUYdVjB3Ls1XKbH6946-RXh7NJKOQlOtBNhH7SQHQxf9UltNvsz1m2oJtkrRCPlcRmtu9pvqpAmUo1iS-KIzLeUtEU5g2vAU81/s1600/Martin+Horst+pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a>Several years ago, a member of the Horst family in Mobile, Alabama, shared of pictur<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs1Q5saO3QIMJQ0pd4TGzHVXhme0SJxeRZihJwVifry-mmt2X1WWruKrY6ngY3-XZFAtJk2EDo8YqnCdquNwHcnkLVcMpTNHsEsR4lOVS7sMkuL9suNMbnuS7hXExO0bM9nZIdxjf15Uq2/s1600/4+Horst+Men.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; clear: right; color: #0066cc; float: right; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-left: 16px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: underline; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs1Q5saO3QIMJQ0pd4TGzHVXhme0SJxeRZihJwVifry-mmt2X1WWruKrY6ngY3-XZFAtJk2EDo8YqnCdquNwHcnkLVcMpTNHsEsR4lOVS7sMkuL9suNMbnuS7hXExO0bM9nZIdxjf15Uq2/s1600/4+Horst+Men.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a>e of what was described as "4 Horst Brothers". He asked me if I could identify them. Since then I have come back to the picture many times, with no clear answer. Here is that picture (right).<br />
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These were the sons of <b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Martin Horst</span></b> (1830-1878) and <b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Apollonia Weinschenk Horst</span></b> (1829-1908), my 3x-great-grandparents. Martin and Apollonia had eight children together, six living to adulthood. [Apollonia had four children with her first husband Tobias Berg (1819-1953); only two daughters survived infancy.] Their sons were <b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Charles</span></b> (1856-1912), my 2x-great-grandfather; <b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Edward</span></b> (1858-1901); <b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Henry</span></b> (1861-1922); and <b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Martin</span></b> (1868-1928). Two sons - <b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">William</span></b> (1863-1864) and <b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Fredrick</span></b> (1867-1867) - both died before their second birthday. It was a descendant of Henry who shared this picture with me.<br />
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So this really shouldn't be too hard - there were four young men in the photo and there are four brothers. I had some pictures of a few of them as much older men, so maybe it would be easy. But there was another photograph that added to the confusion.<br />
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"Martin Horst, Mayor of Mobile" (c. 1871-72)</div>
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This photograph at left [Courtesy of <b>The</b> <b>University of South Alabama Archives (Eric Overby Collection)</b>]<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> is labeled "Martin Horst, Mayor of Mobile". </span></span>But to me, it looked almost exactly like the picture of the young man in the back on the left in the "4 Brothers" photograph, just older. So I reasoned, maybe this photo from the Archives wasn't Martin Horst the father, maybe it was mislabeled and was actually Martin Horst the son. And that's the way I tentatively left it for several years - neither proclaiming it as fact nor being able to prove anything el<span style="color: #000120;">se.</span><br />
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Then recently I tried once again to confirm the identities of the "4 Brothers". There was just no way to make the brother on the back left, whom I thought was Martin (the son), seven years younger than the brother on the back right. So I tried something else, and it solved one mystery.<br />
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I reconsidered that the above photograph from the Archives was actually labeled correctly. My problem was that it didn't look anything like the only confirmed picture I had of Martin Horst, a black-and-white photo of his portrait that my father had gotten years ago.<br />
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You can see, they don't resemble each other <i><u>at all.</u></i> I remembered my father telling me that Martin had aged dramatically after coming down with Bright's Disease, a kidney condition that ultimately caused his death at age 48. [NOTE: Check out an earlier post "Sunday's Obituary - Martin Horst" for more information about the disease and his death.] Could these two be the same person, this official "Mayor of Mobile" photograph in the University of South Alabama Archives from 1871-1872, and this family portrait completed within 6 short years? It would be hard to believe, if true.<br />
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I had one other photo (<i>left</i>) that I knew was Martin Horst, I just didn't know <i>which</i> Martin Horst it was. So I used a technique that I have seen on all those crime analysis shows I've watched throughout the years.<br />
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I decided to try to compare the facial features of the known portrait (above) with one of the photographs of "Martin Horst". I used Photoshop to do the overlays, lining up the bodies so that they're the same size. Amazingly he held himself almost the same way in both pictures. And here's what I got.<br />
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They're a perfect match! <u>Click on the photo to see an enlargement</u>. You can see that the ears are exactly the same, as is the nose and the shape of the head. His eyes are the exact same shape and width apart, and even the small circles under his eyes are the same. When the transition from mustache to beard takes place you can see his bottom lip is also exactly the same. It was really quite amazing to discover.<br />
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So if this second photograph was actually Martin Horst, the father, then the photograph in the University Archives is labeled correctly, too. It also means that one of Martin's sons looks strikingly similar to him. But which one is it? To find out the answer to <i>that</i> mystery be sure to check out <b><i>Horst</i></b> <b><i>Family</i></b> <b><i>Mystery Solved, Part II,</i></b> coming soon.<br />
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<b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397745023417725779.post-61173637101818532312016-01-30T17:34:00.000-06:002016-01-30T17:34:00.419-06:00SATURDAY'S STRUCTURES - St. John the Baptist Catholic Church, Lisronagh, County Tipperary, IrelandBefore coming to America in the late 1840's my O'Donnell ancestors lived in the village of <b>Lisronagh</b> in County Tipperary, Ireland. Recently I found online the parish records, which begin in 1808, of the Powerstown Lisronagh Parish, including the Marriage Record of my great-great-great-grandparents <b><span style="color: #a64d79;">Richard O'Donnell</span></b> (1787-unk) and <b><span style="color: #a64d79;">Margaret Phelan</span></b>:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Translation from Latin: "1809 - Day 14 February - F.C. (priest) joined in marriage Richard Donnell (sic) and Margaret Whelan (sic) of the Parish of Lisronagh. Present (unk) Weldon & Catherine Dunphy"</td></tr>
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I also found the Baptismal Records which include the baptisms of my great-great-grandfather <b><span style="color: #a64d79;">Patrick O'Donnell</span></b> (1823-1911) and his six brothers, as well as for three sisters who were previously unknown. This of course confirms what I had earlier discovered that our O'Donnells came from Lisronagh. It also confirms that Margaret's family name is Phelan - spelled Whelan above.<br />
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Lisronagh Church is part of the Powerstown Lisronagh Parish, in the diocese of Waterford and Lismore. It is dedicated to St. John the Baptist. The church is located at the R689 regional road, 7 km north of Clonmel, and 6 km south of Fethard in South Tipperary.<br />
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Below is the history of the Lisronagh Roman Catholic Church, taken directly from the parish website: <a href="http://www.powerstownlisronaghparish.com/">www.powerstownlisronaghparish.com</a> .<br />
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"The origins of Lisronagh Church are not recorded anywhere and as such the early history is surrounded with doubt. This period in history was a time of Catholic oppression in Ireland, with the Penal Laws in place. For this reason the original church was built secretly as part of the local underground religion.</blockquote>
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The original church in Lisronagh was built sometime in the late 18th century. It was built by local craftsmen and took the form of the simple "Barn" style church. This building faced north-south and the church, like others in the same style, was "T" -shaped, with two doors (one at either end), and contained two galleries.</blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The earliest records available make reference to a Father McGrath. According to these sources, he was the Parish Priest in the original church before his death in 1798. We can also put a lower boundary on the date of the church. The Rev. J. Welsh received two chalices in the early 1780`s - one for Powerstown and one for Quarryhole - Lisronagh`s predecessor. Despite the lack of any Parish records until 1808, it is safe to assume that between this date and Fr. McGrath`s death, the Parish and Church of Lisronagh were well and truly established.</span></blockquote>
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The next stage in the church`s history took place under the pastorate of Rev. John Power (1852-66). Under his guidance, the church was enlarged to give its approximate present shape. As well as this, the roof was raised and replaced. The mid-19th century also saw the addition of a new porch to give better access and also the belfry was added around this time. However, exact dates are not known.</blockquote>
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After the changes in the 19th century, no more major changes occurred. Nevertheless, one generous patron deserves to be mentioned. In the 1930`s, Miss Marie Kennedy funded the two side altars, which remain part of the church to the present day. As a matter of interest, the Kennedy family played another role in Lisronagh`s history. The chalice being used in today`s celebration was donated in 1893 by Bridget Kennedy - a prior generation of the same family.</blockquote>
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The church since then saw no significant change until 2004. This renovation has now become part of the church's history." [<a href="http://www.powerstownlisronaghparish.com/history/lisronagh.aspx">http://www.powerstownlisronaghparish.com/history/lisronagh.aspx</a>]</blockquote>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397745023417725779.post-30479690446578289562015-10-18T17:35:00.001-05:002015-10-18T17:35:09.142-05:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY - 215th Birthday of WILLIAM JACKSON (b.October 18,1800)<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody>
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Today, October 18, 2015, is the <strong>215th Anniversary</strong> of the birth of my Great-Great-Great-Great-Grandfather <span style="color: #a64d79;"><strong>William Jackson </strong></span><span style="color: black;">(1800-1879)</span>. He was the married to <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Elizabeth</span></strong> (1802-1870), was the father of six children including <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Sarah Linza</span></strong> (1837-1902), my 3x-Great Grandmother. William had been a Tailor throughout his life. <br />
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[Daughter Sarah married <span style="color: #a64d79;"><strong>James</strong> <strong>Benjamin</strong></span> <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Flemming </span></strong>(1827-1907) in 1853 and they had seven children including my Great-Great-Grandfather <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Charles</span></strong> <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Clinton Flemming</span></strong> (1854-1932), the direct ancestor of all my Flemming relatives. On a side note William's daughter Sarah was born October 20th (in <strong><em>two days</em></strong> it will be the <strong>178th Anniversary</strong> of her birth) and her husband James Flemming was born on October 18th so <em><strong>today</strong></em> is the <strong>188th Anniversary</strong> of his birth! <em><u>Happy Birthday to both my 4x-Great-Grandfather William and 3x-Great-Grandfather James</u>!]</em><br />
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I've previously written a post about William Jackson - read it <strong><a href="http://climbingthebranches.blogspot.com/2011/07/sundays-obituary-william-jackson-1800.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: #38761d;">HERE</span></a></strong>. So I wanted to honor his birth 215 years ago by painting a little picture of what life was like in the year 1800 when he was born in South Carolina.<br />
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In 1800 the United States of America was just 24 year old. There were 5,308,483 people living in the U.S. - we know this because the year he was born the 2nd United States Census took place. In South Carolina there were 345,591 people residing here, of which 146,151 were slaves. In America ninety percent of people lived on farms in 1800. <br />
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The year William was born John Adams was President of the United States; Thomas Jefferson was Vice President. In the summer of 1800 the federal government was moved from Philadelphia to Washington - "the half-finished White House stood in a naked field overlooking the Potomac, with two awkward Department buildings near it, a single row of brick houses and a few isolated dwellings within sight, and nothing more." President Adams moved into the Executive Mansion in late 1800, becoming the first President to live in what was later to be called the White House. The election for the next President of the United States took place in 1800. There was no popular vote for President & Vice President - electors were appointed by the state legislatures. [Because of the initial tie a final vote took place in February 1801 - Thomas Jefferson was elected President; Aaron Burr was elected V.P.] The national debt in 1800 was about eighty-three-million-dollars, most of the debt was held overseas. <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody>
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There were just 16 states in the Union in 1800. The U.S. flag was made up of 15 stars and 15 stripes. [see picture] The same year the Library of Congress was founded. It was in 1800 that Spain returns Louisiana to France. <br />
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Travel between towns in America was difficult making it almost impossible for farmers to sell their produce - travel between states barely existed except by stagecoach or horseback over hazardous dirt roads. There were no railroads yet. The steamboat had just developed so even travel by river was in its infancy. There was so much more left to be done to make travel accessible - roads had to be cut, bridges had to be built, and lodging for travelers was necessary for most travelers. At this time most people lived their whole lives where they were born - following in their father's and grandfather's footsteps, using tools and skills that had changed very little in hundreds of years.<br />
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Farmers grew produce for their families and their communities only. The cloth that was worn by the farmer's family was homespun, and the clothes were cut and sewn at home. Nearly everything worn was homemade. Education was either done at home or in a local "one-room-schoolhouse" taught by a teacher with no formal education to teach. Babies were born at home, delivered by midwives or family members. There was no pain medicine, antibiotics or baby formula. <br />
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It was a different world entirely. But it was the world that William Jackson was born into, where he raised his family and lived his full life. Happy 215th Birthday!<br />
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[From "Life in 1800-Chapter I" <a href="http://xroads.virginia.edu/~hyper/ADAMS_HISTORY/ch01.html"><span style="font-size: x-small;">http://xroads.virginia.edu/~hyper/ADAMS_HISTORY/ch01.html</span></a> ]<br />
William Jackson was Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397745023417725779.post-49726848189709907112014-11-19T16:12:00.002-06:002014-11-19T16:12:51.533-06:00WONDERFUL WEDNESDAY'S PHOTOS - Happy 130th Birthday, Grandmother Pearl Horst Flemming!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today is a special day - <strong>130 years ago today</strong>, on November 19, 1884, my great-grandmother <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Pearl Alphonsine Horst Flemming</span></strong> was born. She was the middle of five children, and the oldest daughter, born to <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Charles Frederick Horst</span></strong> (1856-1912) and <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Felicite Odalie Fortier</span></strong> (1857-1920). Her father was born in Mobile, Alabama, and her mother in New Orleans, Louisiana, but about 1883 they moved, along with their two sons <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Charles Frederick Horst, Jr.</span></strong> (1880-1864) and <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Edward Martin Horst</span></strong> (1882-1812) to <strong>Cincinnati, Ohio</strong>, because of Charles, Sr.'s health. It was here that Pearl was born, most likely in the home of Charles' paternal aunt, <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Elizabeth Horst Ginter</span></strong> (1827-1877) at 30 Rittenhouse. Her father worked in a saloon, as he had in Mobile. It was also in Cincinnati that her younger brother <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Omer Leo Horst</span></strong> (1887-1945) was born.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(clockwise from top left) <strong>Charles</strong>, <strong>Edward</strong>, <strong>Pearl</strong> <br />
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The family lived in Cincinnati until the early 1890's when they moved and settled permanently in <strong>Birmingham, Alabama</strong>. Charles went into business with his brother <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Edward P. Horst</span></strong> (1858-1901) who was owner and saloon keeper of the <strong>Palace Royal Saloon</strong>, serving as the "Mixologist" at the bar. It was in Birmingham that Pearl and her brothers went to public school at the <strong>Powell School</strong> on 6th Avenue North and 24th Street. In 1896 her younger sister <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Odalie Marie Horst</span></strong>, later Wittges, (1896-1990) was born.<br />
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On <strong>April 18, 1906</strong>, Pearl married <strong>Harry Clinton Flemming</strong> (1878-1955), who had moved with his family to Birmingham from his birthplace of Rome, Georgia. They were married at <strong>St. Paul's Cathedral</strong>; Harry was 28 and Pearl was 21. Harry bought their first and only home that year, in Birmingham's new Southside neighborhood at 1402 N. 17th Street. Harry was an Engineer on the Great Alabama Southern Railroad, taking him out of town every other night. Because of this Pearl was too afraid to live in the house for the first year as she felt it was "too far out" from the city, so she continued living with her parents, who lived at 2430 4th Avenue North. <br />
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Pearl and Harry had eight children: <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Pearl Alphonsine</span></strong>, born 1907; <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Susan Elizabeth</span></strong>, born 1909; <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Odalie Felice</span></strong>, born 1911; <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Harry Clinton, Jr</span></strong>., born 1913; <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Charles Frederick</span></strong>, born 1916; <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">John Edward</span></strong>, born 1918; <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Margaret Mary</span></strong>, born 1920; and <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Ann Marie</span></strong>, born 1923. <br />
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Lots of stories have been told about Pearl through the years - of her dedication to the Catholic Church and the Cathedral where she and her family attended; of her big holiday gatherings of family every year for holiday dinners that she prepared; of her marriage and the love of her husband. There are other stories I have heard, most from my grandmother Susie, who "never let the truth get in the way of a good story." So I won't repeat them. But her life and accomplishments prove that she was quite a remarkable woman.<br />
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She raised eight children, all to adulthood. She remained married to her husband for 49 years, until his death. She received the <em>proEcclesia et Pontifica</em> medal from Pope Pius XXIII the year before her death for her work within the Catholic Church. She sent two sons off to war during WWII. She was the grandmother of twenty-five. At the time of her death she was also the great-grandmother of thirteen, with many more to come. She died on September 25, 1961, less than one month before I was born.<br />
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Today marks 130 years since baby Pearl Alphonsine was born in a tenement row in Cincinnati, Ohio, beginning a lifetime of 76 happy, productive years on Earth, serving her husband, her children, the less fortunate in our community and God. So, <strong>Happy Birthday, Grandmother Pearl!</strong>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397745023417725779.post-25738880271653508672014-10-30T15:03:00.000-05:002014-10-30T15:03:09.399-05:00THURSDAY'S TREASURE - The 1993 Flemming Family Cookbook<em>I love October!</em> I love the cooler weather, the changing leaves, decorating the yard for Halloween and celebrating my birthday. One special thing I really look forward to doing each year is baking Pumpkin Bread - eating it as well as sharing it with friends and family. It wasn't something I grew up with - we were strictly homemade Banana Bread people. But that all changed 21 years ago. <br />
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In the summer of 1993 I organized a <strong>Flemming Family Reunion</strong> in Birmingham, Alabama. [Click here to see more - <a href="http://climbingthebranches.blogspot.com/2013/10/wonderful-wednesdays-photos-1993.html" target="_blank">1993 Flemming Family Reunion post</a>] It wasn't the first one ever held, but it was my first to plan. And part of the event included each family receiving a very special family cookbook that I had published, comprised only of special recipes from members of our extended Flemming Family. Each adult was asked to send in 5 recipes that were special to their own families, so that for generations forward families could still prepare the dish exactly as their grandmothers, great-grandmothers and great-great-grandmothers had prepared it. There are even recipes in the book sent in by some fathers and grandfathers. <br />
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And one of the recipes that I have made every year - especially in the fall - is "<strong>Pumpkin Bread</strong>", found on page 43 in the "Bread" chapter. It was sent in by <strong><span style="color: #741b47;">Jane Hale Flemming</span></strong> (1919-2003), wife of <strong><span style="color: #741b47;">Joseph Lambert Flemming</span></strong> (1918-1985). [One of Jane & Joe's daughters-in-law sent in the same recipe for the "Holiday Specialties" chapter.] Joe is the son <strong><span style="color: #741b47;">Charles Clinton Flemming</span></strong> (1884-1935) and <strong><span style="color: #741b47;">Katherine Aurelia Lambert</span></strong> (1885-1935); his grandparents, <strong><span style="color: #741b47;">Charles Clinton Flemming</span></strong> (1854-1932) and <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Elizabeth</span></strong> <strong><span style="color: #741b47;">Agnes McCaffrey</span></strong> (1858-1922), are my great-great-grandparents. [NOTE: His father Charles is the younger brother of my great-grandfather <strong><span style="color: #741b47;">Harry Clinton Flemming</span></strong> (1878-1955), making Joe a first cousin of my grandmother <strong><span style="color: #741b47;">Susie Flemming O'Donnell</span></strong> (1909-1999).]<br />
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But this recipe for Pumpkin Bread is Jane's recipe, one she made for her own family - including her six children and thirteen grandchildren. I don't know where she got it, or how for how many years she made the bread, but I'm so glad she did. It is <em><u>THE</u> <u>BEST</u></em> - full of spices like nutmeg, cinnamon & cloves. It makes the house smell wonderful and the flavor is amazing! It's now part of <em>my</em> family's tradition.<br />
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For the past ten years or so I began adding chocolate chips to half or all of my recipe before I bake the loaves (the recipe makes two). My middle child made the suggestion after coming home from a school Thanksgiving party proclaiming he had eaten "the best pumpkin muffins." Knowing that he had to be wrong I questioned further and found that he thought the pumpkin part wasn't as good but it had chocolate chips baked inside. So now I often add them to the recipe. I also bake the recipe into muffins and share them, if we haven't already eaten them all.<br />
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This is only one of the 297 recipes inside the cookbook. It includes recipes from many family members who are now deceased, including my grandmother, her sisters, and many of her cousins. There are recipes from the next generation younger than them, as well as from my own generation. Included are recipes for <em>"9 Day Slaw"</em> from <strong><span style="color: #741b47;">Rita Obering Flemming</span></strong> (1923-1994); <em>"Oyster Pie"</em> from <strong><span style="color: #741b47;">Margaret Flemming Selman</span></strong> (1920-2013); <em>"Pecan Pralines"</em> from <strong><span style="color: #741b47;">OD Flemming Daly</span></strong> (1911-1994); <em>"Shrimp Stuffed Potatoes"</em> from <strong><span style="color: #741b47;">Mike Flemming Millican</span></strong> (1910-2003), and <em>"White Wine Sauce"</em> from <strong><span style="color: #741b47;">Jack Flemming</span></strong> (1918-2008) and his wife <strong><span style="color: #741b47;">Georgia Rice Flemming</span></strong> (1918-2005). I haven't tried one recipe yet that isn't yummy. <br />
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At the time I had the book professionally printed I was the mother of one child, just one-year-old. Now I've got 3 kids, the youngest a senior in high school. And I've got a cookbook saved for each of them, for when they set up their own homes. I think it's a wonderful family treasure that countless families have enjoyed, and can enjoy for years to come. If you don't have one for you to use, or for your children or grandchildren, I have good news....<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">**FOR SALE**</span></strong> A couple of years ago I had a second printing of the cookbook made, so that other generations - many who were too little to have their own book twenty years ago, some who weren't even born yet - can have their own copies to use and enjoy. I will be putting some of the books up for sale on E-bay for the next couple of weeks for anyone who may want a copy. Just type in "1993 Flemming Family Cookbook". The cost is just $18.95, plus shipping. On E-bay you can charge the book or books. If you want to buy one and would rather deal with me directly you can contact me by email or Facebook. <strong>***FAMILY MEMBERS ONLY***</strong> It will make a great gift for the holidays, or to include in a wedding/shower gift. <u> I only have 26 copies left.</u> If you want one, don't hesitate to order your copy today. I won't be making any new copies anytime soon.<br />
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<em>P.S. - Enjoy the Pumpkin Bread!</em><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397745023417725779.post-6478530208482330152014-09-20T16:39:00.001-05:002014-09-20T16:39:25.290-05:00SATURDAY'S STRUCTURES - Immaculate Conception Catholic Church, LaGrange, KentuckyWhen my great-great-grandfather <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Patrick O'Donnell</span></strong> died in June 1911 he included the <strong>Immaculate Conception Catholic Church</strong> in <strong>LaGrange, Oldham County, Kentucky</strong> as a benefactor of his estate - his family's parish. I had previously assumed, incorrectly, that my O'Donnell family had been members of the Church of Saint John Chrysostom in Henry County, and have even written a post here about this church. But recently in reading the small print of Patrick's will I was proven wrong. <br />
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This brief history of the church comes from <u>History & Families Oldham County, Kentucky: The First Century 1824-1924</u>.<br />
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"The history of the Immaculate Conception Parish in Oldham County dates back to the mid-1800s. When the construction of the L&N Railroad between Cincinnati and Louisville began, the railroad company maintained its shops in LaGrange. Many of the railroad workers were Irish Catholics. Priest from the Cathedral of the Assumption and St. Joseph's Church in Louisville served the Catholics in Oldham County. In 1871 a resident pastor was appointed for St. Aloysius Church in Peewee Valley, and LaGrange Catholics formed its Mission Church.</blockquote>
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Father William Hogarty, pastor of St. Aloysius and the LaGrange Mission Church (1873-1877) built the first church at LaGrange and placed it under the patronage of Mary Immaculate. A majority of its members included the men employed by the railroad and their families. The land from the church was purchased from the Joseph Sauer family for the sum of $150.00, to be paid in three payments of $50.00 each. This church seated about 300 people. It was located on North Street (which was later renamed Madison Street) between 1st and 2nd avenues. It was dedicated on Dec. 6, 1875, with a list of the pewholders: Alex McKie, Mr. A. Carrol, <strong><em>Pat O'Donnell</em></strong>, Joseph Sauer, Ned Kenney, Michael Kenney, Mrs. L.A. Conners, James McLaughlin, Thomas Curley, Dan Delaney, Maurice Whelan, John Donaghue and George Boemicke. (note: bold italics from me)</blockquote>
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The construction and the upkeep of the church was all the result of the labors of the people of the congregation: no memorial gifts or large sums of money were donated.</blockquote>
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The church recorded its first marriage on April 16, 1877, when Michael Kenney, son of Patrick Kenney and Honora Doyle, married Sara McLaughlin, a widow. The witnesses were John Kenney and Bridget Doyle and Fr. William Hogarty was the officiating priest. </blockquote>
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In 1899 the railroad moved its main operation from LaGrange to Louisville. Most of the Catholic workers moved with it and the parish began to dwindle. The church history indicates that the original church was torn down and a much smaller one was erected on the same site in 1900." [page 200]</blockquote>
As a mission church, the LaGrange church held Mass once a month during the winter while in summer parishioners were expected to attend St. Aloysius in Pewee Valley. <br />
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A third church was built in LaGrange in 1950 and this church (right) was also torn down. It is no longer a mission church, having received official status as a parish in 1956.<br />
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<strong>[NOTE</strong>: I have researched the church for hours but have not found any photograph or picture of the original church built by the parishioners, including Patrick O'Donnell. I am still waiting to hear back from the priest in charge of the Archives of the Diocese of Louisville. But I wanted to include this picture of the second church built in 1900 after the original was torn down. Patrick and his daughter Josie, who cared for him in his last years, would have attended this church.]<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>PATRICK O'DONNELL</strong></span><br />
Patrick O'Donnell married <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Bridget Kennedy</span></strong> (1838-1893) in 1856 in Louisville and they soon moved to the town of Jericho in nearby Henry County, because of his job with the L&N Railroad. They settled here and soon had seven children - Maggie (b. 1858), <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Mollie</span></strong> (b. 1859), <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Alice</span></strong> (b. 1860), <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Fannie</span></strong> (b. 1862), <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Josie</span></strong> (b. 1864), <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Johnny</span></strong> (b. 1865), and <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Ella</span></strong> (b. 1869). Their only son, <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">John Martin O'Donnell</span></strong>, is my great-grandfather.<br />
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In 1902 Patrick added a codicil to his will to include the following:<br />
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<em>"I, Patrick O'Donnell, want to be used of my estate the sum of twenty-five dollars in celebrating Masses in the Catholic Church at Lagrange, Kentucky, for the repose of the soul of my wife Bridget Kennedy O'Donnell and my own."</em></blockquote>
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">JOHN J. SHEEHAN</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">John J. Sheehan</span></strong> was the brother-in-law of Patrick O'Donnell. John was born in Ireland in 1839 and had come to America as a young man. In the 1860 Census John was single and living in the home of Patrick & Bridget in Jericho, Kentucky, as a boarder, along with thirteen other men, all who were "laborers" for the railroad. Also living in their "boarding house" were their first three daughters, ages 3 months to 3 years; Patrick's brother <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">John O'Donnell</span></strong> (1822-UNK), age 37; and Bridget's two sisters - Anne, age 21, and Johanna, age 29. Both Patrick and John O'Donnell listed their occupation as "Supervisor Railroad". Anne and Johanna Kennedy listed their occupations as "Domestic", most likely responsible for keeping the boarding house clean.<br />
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John married <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Anne Kennedy</span></strong> (1839-1913) about 1865 and together had nine children, only 3 living to adulthood. They settled in LaGrange, Oldham County, and were members of this same Catholic Church. <br />
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[It's interesting to note that Bridget's sister <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Johanna Kennedy</span></strong> (1830-1901) married <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Maurice Phelan</span></strong> (1835-1889) who at the time of the 1860 Census was also a boarder in the O'Donnell home. They, too, settled in Oldham County. Maurice is mentioned in the above church history as also being a pew holder; his last name is misspelled.] <br />
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John Sheehan is mentioned briefly in another history of the mission church, quoted here:<br />
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"Official 'collector of revenue', John Sheehan, took up the collection for fifty years. And for those fifty years used a long handle collection basket he passed in front of the people. The basket was handmade from a cheese box and covered with velvet. It had a flat board as a lid and was noted for its long handle. Every Sunday before he began taking up the collection parishioners could hear Mr. Sheehan drop the first coin, usually a five cent piece. They took it as a hint that everyone should contribute. When he died, Mr. Sheehan left thousands of dollars to his church." [from <u>The Tremendous Champion of All that is Catholic</u>, pg. 69-70]</blockquote>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397745023417725779.post-74126901053886202382014-08-27T08:03:00.000-05:002014-08-27T08:03:11.963-05:00WEDNESDAY'S WORLD OF PHOTOS - 1985 O'Donnell Family Reunion, Birmingham, AL<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Recently while scanning family photos from one of my mother's photo albums I came across all the pictures that my younger sister took of the last O'Donnell Family Reunion, held in the summer of 1985 in Birmingham, Alabama. That year Ronald Reagan and Mikhail Gorbachev were world leaders. New Coke was introduced to the world, as was the first Nintendo console in America and DNA in its first criminal case. It was also the year "We Are the World" and Live Aid took place to raise funds for the Famine in Ethiopia, as well as the beginning of the fall of Communism throughout the world. In other words, it was a long, <em>long</em> time ago. </div>
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I remember attending the Saturday evening dinner held at my aunt's home and hanging out with my sisters and cousins and new baby niece that night but not much else. O'Donnell families came from around the country including California, Virginia, Florida, Georgia and Mississippi. Unfortunately I honestly don't remember even meeting one new relative at the event.<br />
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At the family reunion were descendants of <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Patrick O'Donnell</span></strong> (1823-1911), who came to America from Ireland, and his wife <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Bridget Kennedy</span></strong> (1838-1893), also an immigrant from Ireland. They had seven children, 6 daughters and 1 son. Those at the 1985 Reunion were descendants of two of their children - <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Mary Ann "Mollie" O'Donnell Casey Kenealy</span></strong> (1859-1936) and <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">John Martin O'Donnell</span></strong> (1865-1937). John is my great-grandfather.<br />
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My grandmother <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Susie Flemming O'Donnell</span></strong> (1909-1999) was there. Her husband, my grandfather, <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">John Huber O'Donnell</span></strong> (1905-1964), was the oldest child of John O'Donnell. Huber, as he was called, had 2 younger brothers and a younger sister. Brother <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Charles Patrick</span></strong> <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">O'Donnell</span></strong> (1906-1987) came from Atlanta with a large number of his family. Youngest brother <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Edward Joseph Kennedy O'Donnell</span></strong> (1908-1989), called Ed, lived with his wife <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Mary Elizabeth "Mamie" Watters</span></strong> (1908-1996) in Los Angeles, California, and they didn't make the trip, but many of their children, their spouses and grandchildren did come. Also in attendance was youngest sister <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Barbara Lena O'Donnell Nelson</span></strong> (1909-1996), who travelled from her home in Biloxi, Mississippi, and members of her family.<br />
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Also in attendance at the reunion were descendants of Patrick & Bridget's second child Mollie. Mollie had married twice. In attendance were the grandchildren of Mollie and her first husband <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Thomas "Pat" Casey</span></strong> (1841-1896), the children of their oldest daughter <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Frances Loretta Casey Slade</span></strong> (1879-1960), known as Lottie. Both daughters of Lottie and husband <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Charles Albert Slade</span></strong> (1867-1917) were in attendance - <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Mary Slade</span></strong> (1904-1990) and <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Loretta Slade Crawford</span></strong> (1906-1986). Loretta brought several of her own family members along with her to the reunion. Mary & Loretta both lived in Birmingham. <br />
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I would love to know exactly who the individuals are in each of these families for posterity's sake. If you can name them from your family I really would love to hear from you - everyone who knows can write me. Better to have too many than not any. Please don't write them on the comments below. But if can help me name them from your family please, please, please contact me on Facebook or email me! (I said please.) And if you're interested in where you can find all the pictures of the reunion let me know. <br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397745023417725779.post-72644814404196752762014-07-09T15:26:00.002-05:002014-07-09T15:26:36.446-05:00WEDNESDAY'S WEDDING - Flemming-Lambert Wedding 1910<strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Charles Clinton Flemming, Jr.</span></strong> (1884-1936) married <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Katherine Aurelia Lambert</span></strong> (1885-1935) on January 26, 1910, in Atlanta, Georgia. Charles, my great-great-uncle, is the son of <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Charles Clinton</span></strong> <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Flemming</span></strong> (1854-1932) and <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Elizabeth Agnes McCaffrey</span></strong> (1858-1922), my great-great-grandparents, the fifth of their eleven children. Charles, Jr., is the younger brother of my great-grandfather <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Harry</span></strong> <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Clinton Flemming</span></strong> (1878-1955).<br />
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This was not Charles' first marriage. He had married to <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Marie Sophia Fidger</span></strong> (1884-1908) on Thanksgiving Day, November 26, 1903, in Birmingham, Alabama. They were both nineteen at the time of their wedding. The following year they had their only child, <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Florence Elizabeth Flemming</span></strong>. Unfortunately, their happiness was short lived. Sophia died in childbirth on September 15, 1908. Florence, just 4 years old, moved in with her grandparents - they would eventually take full legal custody of her.<br />
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Charles worked for his father's business, Charlie's Transfer, in Birmingham, first as a clerk then later as the company's vice-president. His bride Kate, as she was called, was born in Atlanta, Georgia, the daughter of <strong>Joseph W. Lambert</strong> (1830-1914), an immigrant from Belgium, and <strong>Mary Agnes Monaghan</strong> (1843-1920). When Kate and Charles were married she was 24, he was 25.<br />
On January 2, 1910, the <em>Atlanta Constitution</em> announced the couple's engagement - "LAMBERT-FLEMMING Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Lambert announce the engagement of their daughter Katherine Amelia, to Mr. Charles Clinton Flemming, Jr., of Birmingham, Ala., the wedding to take place January 26, at St. Anthony's Chapel, West End."<br />
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The story of their wedding appeared in the same newspaper on January 27th of the same year:<br />
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<em>"The marriage of Miss Katherine Lambert and Mr. Charles Clinton Flemming, Jr., was an event of interest yesterday, assembling a large acquaintance. </em><br />
<em> The ceremony at 4:30 o'clock was performed by Father o. N. Jackson at the Church of St. Anthony, in West End, and was followed by a supper at which were gathered the attendants and relatives as the guests of the bride's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Lambert, in West End. In the evening from 8 until 10 o'clock, there was a large wedding reception.</em><br />
<em> The church was artistically decorated with foliage plants, narcissus and carnations, and at the home the same the same flowers with plants and ferns were used with effective taste. An orchestra provided the music for the reception, and an elaborate hospitality was enjoyed.</em><br />
<em> The bride made a charming picture in her wedding gown of satin and old lace, and her flowers were bride's roses with a shower of valley lilies.</em><br />
<em> The matron of honor, Mrs. Wm. McAlphin, wore white satin draped with white marquisette embroidered with pink roses, her lace hat was trimmed with white plumes, and she carried American Beauty roses.</em><br />
<em> The maid of honor, Miss Imogen (sic) Flemming, of Birmingham, and the bridesmaids, Misses Agnes Klein, Kate McGee, Monica Callahan, wore white broadcloth with white beaver hats trimmed with plumes, and their flowers were Meteor roses.</em><br />
<em> The groomsmen were Mr. Clem Lambert, best man, Mr. James Jordan, of Birmingham, Mr. Thomas Lambert, Mr. James Flemming, of Birmingham, Mr. James Flynn.</em><br />
<em> Mrs. Joseph Lambert, the bride's mother, was gowned in black satin, and assisting in entertainment, Mrs. Ed. Lambert, wore white chiffon cloth embroidered in pink geraniums, Mrs. J.P. Lambert wore old rose chiffon cloth, and Mrs. Michael Lambert wore white crepe de chine. </em><br />
<em> Mr. and Mrs. Flemming went east on their wedding trip, and they will make their home in Birmingham where he is prominently and pleasantly known."</em> <br />
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It's interesting to note that Charles' younger sister <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Elizabeth Imogene "Imo" Flemming</span></strong> (1886-1919) served as Kate's maid of honor, while one of Kate's older brothers, <strong>Clement Lee "Clem" Lambert</strong> (1880-1971) was Charles' best man. One of Charles' younger brother, <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">James Benjamin</span></strong> <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Flemming</span></strong> (1889-1932), also served as a groomsman. Imo must have been a family favorite - she was also the maid of honor at the wedding of her oldest sister <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Susie Elizabeth Flemming</span></strong> (1879-1908), in 1906. <br />
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Charles and Kate set up their home at <strong>1422 Thirteenth Place South</strong> on Birmingham's Southside. They went on to have seven children: <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Mary Agnes "Mike" Flemming</span></strong>, born November 1, 1910; <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Dorothy</span></strong> <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">May Flemming</span></strong>, born January 1914 [she died July 4, 1915]; <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Charles Clinton "Hap" Flemming III</span></strong>, born May 15, 1916; <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">James Benjamin Flemming</span></strong> and his twin brother <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Joseph Lambert Flemming</span></strong>, born May 5, 1918; <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Thomas Anthony "Tom" Flemming</span></strong>, born May 11, 1923; and <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Katherine Loretta</span></strong> <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">"Katie" Flemming</span></strong>, born August 9, 1925. <br />
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Charles died on May 30, 1935, when his appendix burst. Then, just a little over 3 months later, Kate, too, passed away after a long illness. Charles was 51, Kate just 50. They were buried at Forest Hills Cemetery in Woodlawn, outside Birmingham. Their six surviving children were ages 10 to 24. After their passing 25 grandchildren were born, and to them were born 38 of their great-grandchildren. The number of great-great-grandchildren is still growing. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397745023417725779.post-15349873131482183842014-07-07T08:12:00.001-05:002014-07-07T22:45:08.338-05:00MONDAY'S MOTHERS - Augustine Melanie Laperle Degruy Fortier (1822-1872)<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong>Augustine Melanie Laperle Degruy Fortier</strong><br />
<strong>(1822-1872)</strong></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><strong>[NOTE: I made a correction to daughter Alice's date of death - she was just three when she died.]</strong></span><br />
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Laperle Degruy Fortier is my 3x-great-grandmother. She was the mother of eleven children, the grandmother of twenty-three, with dozens of great-grandchildren, like myself, that were descended from her. This is her story.<br />
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<strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Augustine Melanie Laperle Degruy</span></strong> was born on January 17, 1822, in <strong>New Orleans, Louisiana</strong>. Her parents were <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Jean Baptiste Valentin DuFouchard Degruy</span></strong> (1751-1838) and <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Melanie Gaudin</span></strong> (1786-1853), both natives of New Orleans. Laperle, as she was called, was the third of six (or seven) children. She was baptized at the <strong>St. Louis Cathedral</strong> in New Orleans at the age of 2; her older sister <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Felicite</span></strong> (1818-1832), just six years old, was her sister's godmother.<br />
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On Saturday, May 9, 1840, Laperle, age 18, married 27-year-old <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Jacques Omer Fortier</span></strong> (1813-1867) in New Orleans. Omer's father <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Jacques Omer Fortier</span></strong> (1792-1823), called Jacques, had died when Omer was just 10 years old, leaving his widow and three young children. Omer's mother <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Charlotte Adele Chauvin deLery</span></strong> (1796-1834) died just over 10 years later. <br />
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Omer's grandfather had once owned a sugar plantation in Jefferson Parish, along the Mississippi River, just outside New Orleans, as had his great-grandfather. When this grandfather, <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Jacques Omer</span></strong> <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Fortier</span></strong> (1759-1820), died his widow <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Aimee Marie Victoire Felicite Durel</span></strong> (1768-1843) became the owner of <strong>Pasture Plantation. T</strong>he plantation was eventually sold to Minor Kenner and burned to the ground in 1870.<br />
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Omer was a clerk in New Orleans and the family lived at 256 Bourbon Street (now 1120 Bourbon Street). Laperle and Omer's first child was born just thirteen months after their wedding - the first of eleven:<br />
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<li><strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Adele Augustine Philomene Fortier</span></strong> - born June 1841; she died August 17, 1841, at the age of two months.</li>
<li><strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Ida Fortier</span></strong> - born September 13, 1842; she died January 29, 1848, at the age of 5 years old.</li>
<li><strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Alice Fortier</span></strong> - born April 6, 1844; she died just before her big sister Ida, on January 26, 1848, at just 3 years old.</li>
<li><strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Odalie Fortier</span></strong> - born August 31, 1846; she died at the age of 2 years on January 2, 1849.</li>
<li><strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Adele Augustine Philomene Fortier</span></strong> - born January 2, 1849; she died at age 37 on February 16, 1886, leaving a husband and two young daughters.</li>
<li><strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Omer Auguste Fortier</span></strong> - born June 30, 1855; he died at age 41 on April 13, 1897, leaving a widow and four children.</li>
<li><strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Felicite Odalie Fortier</span></strong> - born August 31, 1857; she died November 14, 1920, at the age of 63. Odalie is my great-great-grandmother. She had been widowed, and was survived by four adult children.</li>
<li><strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Gaston James Fortier</span></strong> - born September 1860; he died on June 3, 1917, at the age of 56. He was survived by his widow and four adult children.</li>
<li><strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Lucian M. Fortier</span></strong> - born September 1861; he died at the age of 23 on October 21, 1884.</li>
<li><strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Luciana Fortier</span></strong> - born September 1861, Lucian's twin; she died on July 19, 1942, at the age of 81, leaving three adult children.</li>
<li><strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Jeanette Fortier</span></strong> - born May 1868; she died July 7, 1941, at the age of seventy-three, survived by one adult son.</li>
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Laperle had eleven pregnancies go full term - that's over 400 weeks being pregnant! She had her first baby when she was nineteen, and her last when she was forty-six. Four of her little girls died by the age of 5.<br />
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When her husband died on December 19, 1867, after 27 years of marriage, Laperle was four months pregnant. She had at home six children, soon to be seven, ages 6 to 17. How she managed to raise seven children at a time when women generally didn't work outside the home, and if they did their pay would be very low. There was no day care, no government assistance. Both of her in-laws were dead, as were both of her own parents. How she managed is unknown. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong>Omer Fortier Family Tomb</strong><br />
St. Louis Cemetery #1<br />
New Orleans, Louisiana</td></tr>
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What is known is that she lived less than five years after her husband's death, dying on November 1, 1872, in New Orleans. She was just 50 years old. She was buried in the family plot in <strong>St. Louis Cemetery #1</strong>.<br />
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[<strong>Translation of Obituary</strong> - "Died, yesterday morning, at 2 o'clock, at the age of 51 years, Mrs. Widow OMER FORTIER, born Laperle Degruy. Her friends and those of her brother, A. O. Degruy, and Fortier families, are respectfully requested to attend without further invitation, her funeral which will begin this morning at 10 am sharp. Her body is (? perhaps available for viewing) at Amour and Union Streets." From page 1, column 6]<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong>Notice of Death - Laperle Dugruy Fortier</strong><br />
<em>New Orleans Bee</em>, November 2, 1872</td></tr>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397745023417725779.post-49498029130158996312014-07-04T17:50:00.000-05:002014-07-04T17:50:01.233-05:00HOLIDAY SPECIAL - Two Kids and a Flag (c. 1918)<span style="font-size: large;"><em>Happy Independence Day, 2014!</em></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong>Grider and Charles Horst</strong> (c. 1918)<br />
Birmingham, Alabama</td></tr>
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I love this picture of two of my grandmother's cousins holding an American flag, with all 48 stars proudly displayed. The children are the only children of <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Charles Frederick</span></strong> <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Horst</span></strong> (1880-1964) and <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Eliza Loy Dilworth</span></strong> (1885-1960). On the left is their daughter <span style="color: #a64d79;"><strong>Frances Grider Flemming</strong></span> (1908-1995); on the right is her brother <span style="color: #a64d79;"><strong>Charles Frederick Horst, Jr.</strong></span> (1911-1984). Charles, Sr. is the older brother of my great-grandmother <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Pearl Horst Flemming</span></strong> (1884-1961), making Grider and Charles my first cousins, twice removed. <br />
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The picture was taken in the front yard of their home in the Highland Park neighborhood of <strong>Birmingham, Alabama</strong>. It may have been taken to celebrate the Fourth of July. Another possibility is that the picture was taken in November 1918, in celebration of the end of World War I. If it were 1918 then Grider would be almost 10 and Charles would have just turned 7, the day before the war ended. The clothing is typical of the times, especially Charles' sailor suit. Grider, wearing knickerbockers (short pants with a cuff at the knee), was ahead of her time - girls were only beginning to try out typical boys' clothing in the 1910's. <br />
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The picture is such a moment of patriotism in a time long gone, almost a century ago. Have you taken pictures of your family and/or children that your descendants will be able to look at a hundred years from now and see how you celebrated your own patriotism?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397745023417725779.post-3892283908084151972013-12-22T16:47:00.000-06:002013-12-22T16:47:05.224-06:00SUNDAY'S OBITUARY - Thomas O'Donnell (1827-1877) & Sophia Thompson O'Donnell (1839-1916)<strong>NOTE</strong>: <em>This story is about Thomas O'Donnell, my great-great-great-uncle. I found it just yesterday, and have now confirmed the county and parish of my O'Donnell ancestors. More exploration will now be necessary to find out about their life in Ireland, and maybe one day I can visit the exact town where my grandfather's family lived. But the story today is about Thomas, and it's not a happy ending for him.</em><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong>Headstone of Thomas O'Donnell</strong><br />
St. Louis Cemetery, Louisville, KY</td></tr>
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<strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Thomas O'Donnell</span></strong> is one of six brothers of my great-great-grandfather <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Patrick O'Donnell</span></strong> (1823-1911). Thomas was born about 1827 to <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Richard O'Donnell</span></strong> (1787-1857) and <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Margaret</span></strong> (UNK-UNK). He was born in the <strong>Parish of Lisronagh</strong>, in the <strong>County of Tipperary</strong>, in Ireland. Thomas and Patrick came with their brothers <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">William O'Donnell</span></strong> (1818-1882), <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Richard O'Donnell</span></strong> (1820-1899), <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Edward O'Donnell</span></strong> (1821-1860), <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">John O'Donnell</span></strong> (1822-UNK), and <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">James O'Donnell</span></strong> (1830-1894) to America and originally all settled in <strong>Louisville</strong>, <strong>Jefferson County, Kentucky</strong>. On December 1, 1849, Thomas, along with his brothers Richard, Edward, John and Patrick, arrived in the Port of New Orleans on board the ship <strong><em>Fingall</em></strong>.<br />
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Thomas, along with Patrick and John, soon settled in Henry County, all working as laborers with the <strong>Louisville, Cincinnati & Lexington Railroad</strong> (later part of the L&N Railroad). On October 18, 1857, Thomas married <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Sophia Thompson</span></strong> (1839-1916). He was 30 years old, she was just 18. Sophie, as she was called, was one of five children born in Switzerland County, Indiana, to <strong>David Thompson</strong> (1804-1866), a Scottish immigrant, and <strong>Elizabeth Bennett</strong> (1803-1865), an immigrant from England. Thomas & Sophia in the early years of their marriage lived with her family in <strong>Eminence, Henry County, Kentucky</strong>.<br />
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Thomas rose to the position of Section Boss for the L. C & L Railroad in Eminence, and he and Sophia had six children (possibly seven): <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">James Richard O'Donnell</span></strong> (b. March 23, 1858); <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Frances J. "Fanny" O'Donnell</span></strong> (b. Nov. 20, 1859); <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Mary T. O'Donnell</span></strong> (b. February 18, 1862); <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Sophia O'Donnell</span></strong> (b. February 13, 1868); <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Elizabeth T. "Eliza" O'Donnell</span></strong> (b. August 1870); and <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Margaret "Maggie" O'Donnell</span></strong> (b. April 1875).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">from <strong><em>Courier-Journal</em></strong>, page 1<br />
June 20, 1877<br />
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<strong>A BLOODY SUICIDE</strong><br />
<strong>Thomas O'Donnell, a Section Boss on the Lexington Road, Cuts His Throat from Ear to Ear</strong><br />
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"Jericho Station, 32 miles from this city, in Henry county, on the Short-line road, was startled yesterday morning by the news of a terrible suicide. Thomas O'Donnell, a man probably in the neighborhood of 50, was related to be the suicide. O'Donnell had been in the employ of the railroad as section boss, and, until lately, was stationed at Eminence, where he managed to save money, and became a proprietor of considerable property, it being estimated that he was worth about $20,000.</blockquote>
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The railroad officers concluded to change his location, and a short time ago moved him to Dorset Station, twelve miles beyond Frankfort. O'Donnell brought his family with him and took up his residence there, but appeared discontented with the change. Monday he came to Louisville and yesterday morning, about 2 o'clock he appeared at the house of his brother Patrick O'Donnell, in Jericho, woke up the family and stated that he had missed the afternoon train from Louisville, and had come up on a freight train. He complained of sickness and went to bed.</blockquote>
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About 6 o'clock yesterday morning, he arose with the family and asked for a razor with which he wanted to shave himself. His brother Patrick told him to wait until after breakfast, before undergoing that operation. Breakfast was taken, and between half-past 6 and 7 o'clock, Thomas proceeded to shave himself. Shortly before 7 o'clock his brother observed him going first to one portion of the fence then to another portion, and looking over as if to see whether there was anyone out in the neighboring farms. Patrick's supposition as to his action was far different from what it turned out to be. The farmer went to the barn to feed some hogs. He had been at his work but a few minutes when, chancing to glance up, he beheld Thomas lying flat on the ground about fifty yards from him.</blockquote>
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Thinking that he had perhaps fallen into a fit, he went up to him, when, to his utter terror and dismay, he saw Thomas gasping for breath, and almost heard the sound of the death-rattle in his throat. His throat had been cut in a most fearful manner from the top of the left to the top of the right ear, and the blood was streaming over him. The sight was sickening enough to nearly freeze him to the spot. The head was half dangling from the neck, such a gash had the suicide inflicted. Life was extinct in 5 minutes. An inquest was held by Squire R. W. Vance, at which Patrick O'Donnell testified as to what he had seen. The verdict of the jury was based upon the above facts. </blockquote>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong>Grave of Thomas O'Donnell</strong><br />
St. Louis Cemetery, Louisville, KY</td></tr>
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The cause of the suicide is very unaccountable to the dead man's relatives and friends. He was moderately well off, was known, it is said, to be thoroughly temperate in his habits, was on good terms with all his relatives and had no financial or domestic troubles. The only cause that can be imagined was his discontent at being removed from Eminence to Dorset station. His family consists of a wife and seven children." [Louisville's <strong><em>Courier-Journal</em></strong> newspaper; June 20, 1877; page 1]</blockquote>
Thomas was buried in the Catholic section of <strong>St. Louis Cemetery</strong> in Louisville, Kentucky. His wife Sophia, no doubt distraught, honored her husband with a special gravestone. On the marble stone she had carved the place of his birth as well as the day of his death. <br />
<div style="text-align: left;">
"To My Husband</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<strong> THOMAS O'DONNELL</strong></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
BORN IN THE PARISH</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
OF LISROUGHNA, CO </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
TIPPERARY, IRELAND</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Died June 19, 1877,</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Aged 50 years"</div>
[This information was used - 136 years later - to be able to confirm that the <em>'Thomas O'Donnell'</em> in the newspaper article, who was the brother of my great-great-grandfather Patrick, was the same <em>'Thomas O'Donnell'</em> from the parish of Lisronagh, in the county of Tipperary buried here.]<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong>Notice of Death - Sophia Thompson O'Donnell</strong><br />
December 26, 1916</td></tr>
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Sophia, a widow at 38, and her six children (or seven as the newspaper article stated), ages 2 to 18, soon moved to Midway, in nearby Woodford County, where she managed a boarding house full of railroad laborers, including Thomas' older brother John O'Donnell. Sophia eventually moved back to Eminence, where several of her siblings stilled lived. She died on December 23, 1916, in Lexington, where she was living with her daughter Sophia and her family. She is buried at Eminence Cemetery in Henry County.<br />
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<strong>Mrs. Sophie O'Donnell</strong></div>
"Funeral services for Mrs. Sophie O'Donnell, 78 years old, who died at the home of her daughter, Mrs. John McCullough, 348 Jefferson Street, Saturday morning, will be held Wednesday morning at 7:30 o'clock at St. Paul's Catholic Church. Rev. Libert de Waegenaere officiating.<br />
The body will be taken on the 9 o'clock Louisville & Nashville train to Eminence, her former home, for burial. Pallbearers will be her grandsons, Richard, Robert, Harry and T.J. Granghan, Joseph, Jack and Charles McCullough and Edwin Doyle, Jr." [from <strong><em>Lexington Herald</em></strong>, page 3; December 26, 1916]<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397745023417725779.post-7784312775175158132013-12-11T20:40:00.001-06:002014-07-07T08:13:43.187-05:00WEDNESDAY'S WEDDING - Obering - Flemming Wedding, 1942<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong>Mr.. and Mrs. Tom Flemming</strong><br />
On their Wedding Day </td></tr>
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On November 17, 1942, <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Thomas Anthony Flemming</span></strong> (1923-1999) married <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Rita Grace Obering</span></strong> (1923-1994) at <strong>Our Lady of Sorrows Catholic Church</strong>, 1327 6th Ave. S., in Birmingham, Alabama. They were both just 19 years old on the day of their wedding. Their marriage lasted fifty-one years and produced four children, two daughters and two son (all living). <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong>Wedding Announcement - Nov. 1942</strong><br />
<strong><em>Birmingham News</em></strong></td></tr>
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Miss Rita Obering Wed</span></strong><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Pledges Vows With Thomas A. Flemming In Ceremony At Our Lady of Sorrows</span><br />
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"The marriage of Miss Rita Grace Obering, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Henry A. Obering, and Thomas Anthony Flemming, son of the late Mr. and Mrs. Charles C. Flemming, was solemnized at 11 a.m., Tuesday, at Our Lady of Sorrows Church, the Rev. T. J. Pathe officiating.</blockquote>
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The nuptial music was presented by Mrs. E. E. Mulvaney, vocalist, and L. E. Hart, organist.</blockquote>
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The alter was decorated with urns of white chrysanthemums and ferns.</blockquote>
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The bride was given in marriage by her father. She wore a costume suit of Venetian blue trimmed in dark brown fur with brown accessories. She carried a white satin prayerbook topped with white roses and showered with stephanotis. (as left)</blockquote>
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Miss Frances Louise York, as maid of honor, wore a sun valley gold suit with brown accessories. Her flowers were talisman roses. (see right)<br />
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Miss Imelda Duncan Obering, sister of the bride, was junior bridesmaid. Her dress was of blue wool embroidered in contrasting shades. She carried a bouquet of sweetheart roses.</blockquote>
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James B. Flemming served his brother as best man. The ushers were Henry A. Obering, Jr., and William Hisey, Jr.</blockquote>
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The bride's mother's dress was of aquamarine crepe. Her corsage was of Johanna Hill roses. (see left) Mrs. J. J. Duncan, grandmother of the bride, wore black crepe. Her corsage was talisman roses.</blockquote>
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Immediately after the ceremony, the bridal couple left for a wedding trip to New Orleans. Upon their return they will be at home in the Ponce de Leon apartments.</blockquote>
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Out-of-town guests were Mr. and Mrs. Donald Graden, of Gary, Ind., and Mrs. J. D. Arnold, of Albany, Georgia.</blockquote>
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Mr. and Mrs. Henry A. Obering entertained members of the bridal party, relatives and immediate friends at an after-rehearsal party at their home.</blockquote>
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A tiered cake embossed with white roses and topped with a miniature bride and bridegroom, which had been used on the wedding cake of the bride's mother, centered the table." [published in the <strong><em>Birmingham News</em></strong>, November 18, 1942]</blockquote>
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Tom Flemming was the sixth of seven children born to <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Charles Clinton Flemming</span></strong> (1884-1935) and <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Katherine Aurelia Lambert</span></strong> (1885-1935). His father Charles was the third of eleven children born to my great-great-grandparents <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Charles Clinton Flemming</span></strong> (1854-1932) and <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Elizabeth</span></strong> <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Agnes McCaffrey</span></strong> (1858-1922). Charles Jr.'s older brother was <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Harry Clinton Flemming</span></strong> (1878-1955), my great-grandfather. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397745023417725779.post-47005376111895743072013-12-07T13:46:00.001-06:002013-12-07T13:47:17.661-06:00SATURDAY'S STRUCTURE - The Flemming-Selman House, Birmingham, Alabama<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong>Home For Sale</strong> (1906)</td></tr>
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In 1906, my great-grandfather <strong><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Harry C. Flemming</span></strong> (1878-1955) bought his first home in a brand new development on Birmingham's Southside. It was for him and his new bride, <strong><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Pearl Horst</span></strong> (1884-1961), whom he had married on April 18th of the same year. It has been told that Pearl was too afraid to live in the house for the first year when Harry was away because it was "too far out" in the country. Pearl and Harry would soon settle down and live here for the remainder of their lives. <br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">"Anderson Place" Neighborhood</span></strong><br />
In 1903, J. Cary Thompson acquired forty acres of unsurveyed wilderness just south of Elyton's holding and several blocks from the nearest car line. The land, on the northern slope of Red Mountain, had belonged to Frank Y. Anderson, who had acquired it while he was land commissioner for the Alabama Great Southern Railroad. They bought what would become the 1600 and 1700 blocks of 15th and 16th avenues south. By 1905 they had the newly christened Anderson Place officially platted.<br />
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<u>The Journal of the Birmingham Historical Society</u> published a special issue in 1982, telling the story of the area, <em>Town Within a City: The Five Points South Neighborhood 1880-1930</em>.<br />
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"Between 1906 and 1910 Cary Thompson sold several lots to individuals and other developers. Thompson also built several houses for resale in addition to his own home at 1631 15th Avenue South. The area, however was still rather remote. The daughters of Harry C. Flemming, who purchased one of Thompson's houses in 1906, said that at the time it was like moving to the country, recalling that one 'could hear the owls at night.'</blockquote>
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The success of Anderson Place, described in 1910 as 'one of the most famous home places in the [Birmingham] district,' was in large part due to the new streetcar line that began running down 15th Street in 1907, coming within a block of the development. Its graceful aging probably reflects a combination of Thompson's careful oversight, architectural quality, and relatively little recent redevelopment." [page 33]</blockquote>
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Home Life</span></strong><br />
It was here, in the upstairs master bedroom [seen front left from the street] where my great-grandmother gave birth to all eight of her children: <strong><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Pearl</span></strong> in 1907; <strong><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Susie</span></strong>, my grandmother, in 1909; <strong><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Odalie</span></strong> in 1911; <strong><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Harry</span></strong> in 1913; <strong><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Charles</span></strong> in 1916; <strong><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Jack</span></strong> in 1918; <strong><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Margaret</span></strong> in 1920; and <strong><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Ann</span></strong> in 1923. It was here where the family ate every meal together for decades. It was here where they celebrated Thanksgivings and Christmases with their children and grandchildren year after year. It was here where Harry's father <strong><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Charles Flemming</span></strong> (1854-1932), my great-great-grandfather, lived his last years, where he died at the age of 77, and where his funeral took place. <br />
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The Flemming family celebrated untold numbers of birthdays and special occasions here in the house. Oldest daughter Pearl was married inside the home in April 1926. Pearl and her husband <strong><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Bill</span></strong> <strong><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Barriger</span></strong> lived here at the start of their married life, along with their two daughters. Soon after seventh child Margaret married <strong><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Frank Selman</span></strong> in January 1942, they moved back into the home of her parents. Frank and Margaret raised all five of their children in the house. <br />
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Harry died in his home after a long illness in May 1955, after celebrating their 49th Anniversary at a party in the house. Pearl remained living in the house with Margaret and her family until her death six years later (she died in September 1961, at St. Vincent's Hospital). <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyX9hn-zW-syq1mj4iwziCiB1CM-zK2uecEn4GWIqmJIK_6ugUQ9KQ856ZednCCqmO8h-MXZrIq0gxX3uu3mlYxCLz8dCmHUBjc9blRr1scezS763VNT03WGG6973hZrpUiGxpTYjt2W4i/s1600/Flemming+Selman+House+plaque.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyX9hn-zW-syq1mj4iwziCiB1CM-zK2uecEn4GWIqmJIK_6ugUQ9KQ856ZednCCqmO8h-MXZrIq0gxX3uu3mlYxCLz8dCmHUBjc9blRr1scezS763VNT03WGG6973hZrpUiGxpTYjt2W4i/s320/Flemming+Selman+House+plaque.jpg" width="225" /></a>Frank and Margaret lived here, celebrating birthdays and holidays, anniversaries and graduations, with their children and grandchildren. Soon after celebrating their 70th wedding anniversary, Frank died here in his home at the age of 91 in February 2012. Margaret remained in the home she was born in, refusing to be moved into a nursing home even after she could no longer walk upstairs. As she had long wished, on September 16th of this year, Margaret died in the home she was born in, where she had raised her family, and where she had lived with her loving husband. She was 92 years old.<br />
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The home has been honored as a Historical Structure by the Jefferson County Historical Society. [right]<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397745023417725779.post-13231058340521715682013-12-05T20:57:00.000-06:002014-07-07T08:14:06.321-05:00THURSDAY'S TREASURES - Lee & Jackson Busts, Horst House - Mobile, ALIn a previous post, I told the story of the house built in <strong>Mobile, Alabama</strong>, by my great-great-great-grandfather <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Martin Horst</span></strong> (1830-1878). Read it <a href="http://climbingthebranches.blogspot.com/2011/08/saturdays-structure-martin-horst-house.html" target="_blank">here</a>. The home still stands in Mobile, built in 1867, making the home 146 years old. In the previous post I describe the arrangement of the rooms in the home. But for this story only one area needs to be highlighted. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bust of Robert E. Lee in Horst House<br />
Mobile, Alabama</td></tr>
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On the first floor of the house there is "a central hall, flanked by two rooms on the
right, and a double parlor on the left. In the archway between the two parlors,
Martin Horst had placed a bust in bas-relief of Robert E. Lee on one side, and
Stonewall Jackson on the other."<br />
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In 1993, my father commissioned a reproduction of these two busts to be displayed in the new home my parents were building in Birmingham, Alabama. As my father always loved history - and was the keeper of the family history for both his family and my mother's family - he wanted to honor Martin Horst, my mother's great-great-grandfather.<br />
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He had two sets of plaques made. When the artist was creating the molds, he found that the plaques had originally been painted. The artist painted both sets, but my parents had the paint removed from one pair. The pair in Mobile are now painted white [see above picture].<br />
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He never did display either pair of busts but they, of course, are very special reminders of Martin Horst, his wife <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Apollonia Weinschenk</span></strong> (1829-1908), and the glorious life he made for his family after emigrating from Germany in 1846.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397745023417725779.post-57675420749740523792013-11-06T16:24:00.000-06:002013-11-06T16:35:58.612-06:00WEDNESDAY'S WEDDING - McCaffrey-Morris Wedding, 1902<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody>
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<strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Charlotte Teresa McCaffrey</span></strong> was the tenth of thirteen children born to my great-great-grandparents, <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Thomas J. McCaffrey</span></strong> (1832-1896) and <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Charlotte Elizabeth McCluskey</span></strong> (1838-1917). She was born April 5, 1875, in <strong>Rome, Floyd County, Georgia</strong>. My great-great-grandmother, <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Elizabeth Agnes</span></strong> <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">McCaffrey Flemming</span></strong> (1858-1922), was her oldest sister, 17 years her senior.</div>
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On September 24, 1902, at the age of 27, Lottie, as she was called, married <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">William Sidney Morris</span></strong>, a native of Knoxville, Tennessee. He was 34 at the time of their wedding. The ceremony took place at <strong>St. Mary's Catholic Church</strong> in Rome. </div>
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Their Wedding Certificate lists one of their witnesses, most likely Lottie's Maid-of-Honor, as "Susan Flemming" [see below]. <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Susan Elizabeth Flemming</span></strong> (1879-1909), Susie as she was called, was Lottie's niece, the 22-year-old oldest daughter of her sister Lizzie, and the sister of my great-grandfather <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Harry Clinton Flemming</span></strong> (1878-1955).<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">McCAFFREY-MORRIS </span></strong></div>
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</span></strong><span style="font-size: large;"><em>Interesting Wedding at Catholic Church Yesterday Morning</em></span><br />
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"The marriage of Miss Lottie Theresa McCaffrey to Mr. Wm. S. Morris, of Anniston, was solemnized at St. Mary's Catholic church yesterday morning at 7 o'clock with a nuptial mass. Rev. Father Fahy, the pastor, performed the ceremony, assisted by Rev. Father Doyle, of Anniston, Ala.</blockquote>
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Miss McCaffrey is a lovely young woman and greatly admired by her host of friends. She is the leading spirit in St. Mary's choir where her sweet voice will be greatly missed.</blockquote>
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Mr. Morris is a prominent young business man in Anniston, and the very suitable match calls for mutual congratulations. After the ceremony the bridal couple left for Tennessee going to Knoxville the groom's former home." [from Rome News-Tribune, Sept. 25, 1902]</blockquote>
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Lottie and William settled in Birmingham, Alabama, and had four children: <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">William Fahy Morris</span></strong> (1903-1921); <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Joseph Morris</span></strong> (1904-1904); <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Charlotte Elizabeth Morris</span></strong> (1906-1996); and <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">George</span></strong> <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Lawrence Morris</span></strong> (1908-1980).<br />
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In January 1925, Lottie was admitted into St. Vincent's Hospital. After five days she was operated on for appendicitis. Two days later she died, at the age of forty-nine. She is buried at <strong>Elmwood Cemetery</strong> in Birmingham. William who began working for the L&N Railroad about this same time, lived for thirty more years, dying in May 1955. He is buried next to his wife.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397745023417725779.post-14010117608182733112013-10-29T00:09:00.000-05:002013-10-29T00:09:05.179-05:00HOMETOWN TUESDAY - St. Anne's Village, Jennings County, IndianaMy great-great-grandmother <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Barbara Brunett Huber</span></strong> was born in <strong>St. Anne's Village</strong>, in the <strong>Sand</strong> <strong>Creek Township</strong> of <strong>Jennings County, Indiana</strong>, on April 16, 1852. She was the fourth child of ten born to <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">John Michael Baptiste Brunett</span></strong> (1818-1863) and <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Barbara Frisse</span></strong> (1822-1893), my 3x-great-grandparents. Both John and Barbara had immigrated from <strong>Seingbouse, France</strong>, and had married at <strong>St. Anne's Catholic Church</strong> in August 1846, less than two months after arriving in America. It was here in St. Anne's Village that all of their children were born, and where John and Barbara are buried.<br />
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Also settling here from Seingbouse were <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Joseph Frise</span></strong> (1796-1864) and <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Marguerite Lang</span></strong> (1802-1868), Barbara's parents and my 4x-great-grandparents, as well as all nine of their children. Joseph and Marguerite are also buried at St. Anne's Church Cemetery. [NOTE: The spelling of Joseph's last name was 'Frise' or 'Frisse', pronounced FREEZE. It was also sometimes spelled 'Frisz'. It was at the funeral of their mother that the sons decided to adopt a common spelling - F-R-I-S-Z.]<br />
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Joseph Frise was a farmer, as most citizens of the county were. His son-in-law John Brunett also was a farmer, until his death in 1863. His wife Barbara then took over the responsibilities of farming, as well as being the mother of ten children, ages 0-16. [In fact Barbara gave birth to baby #10 one month after losing her husband.] Her land is highlighted in the Sand Creek Township map below.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG7CMBg2KnRJKrEXIOaVgKzylKtBYhkkyVQnrJfNef-Z2MKEfVJqXx2BEcl3h8GXjfGRch_v34euJoGTQfgeeVhDV46sEtPQEEaI7OjcBxCUOBDdqxNN6epn55QIf3podFojE3gaJXyvGR/s1600/Jennings+County+IN+map.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG7CMBg2KnRJKrEXIOaVgKzylKtBYhkkyVQnrJfNef-Z2MKEfVJqXx2BEcl3h8GXjfGRch_v34euJoGTQfgeeVhDV46sEtPQEEaI7OjcBxCUOBDdqxNN6epn55QIf3podFojE3gaJXyvGR/s320/Jennings+County+IN+map.png" width="208" /></a><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Jennings County History</span></strong><br />
[from <u>Biographical & Historical Souvenir for the counties of Clark, Crawford, Harrison, Floyd, Jefferson, Jennings, Scott and Washington, Indiana</u>; 1889; published by John M. Gresham and Company; Chicago; pages 222-227 ]<br />
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"Jennings County lies in the southern part of Indiana. It was organized in 1816, and named for Jonathan Jennings, the first Governor of Indiana, after it was admitted into the Union as a State. ...It contains 375 square miles and by the census of the 1880 it had 16,453.</blockquote>
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Heavy timber originally covered the county. As a general rule, the rolling lands bordering the numerous streams are more productive than the flat (lands). The principal productions are corn, wheat, oats, rye, buckwheat and hay. ...A considerable area is in pasture and large number of mules, horses and cattle are raised for the Cincinnati and other markets. Large numbers of hogs are fattened for the various markets....</blockquote>
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Fruit culture is becoming more and more extensive every year and the soil proves that it is a good fruit region. The usual varieties of summer and winter apples do well; occasionally cherries and pears. ...Wild blackberries grow in profusion and are quite a source of income at some points, also wild grapes.</blockquote>
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Jennings County was settled principally from the Southern States - most of the early settlers coming from Virginia, North Carolina and Tennessee, with a number of families from Kentucky. They were of that hardy class whose trials and hardships were as nothing compared to the longing desire to possess a home of their own. ...They did not come in great rushing crowds as emigrants now go West, on railroad trains, but they come on foot, in ox-wagons, on horseback and, in fact, any way they could get here.</blockquote>
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Vernon, the county seat of Jennings County, is beautifully situated at the North and South forks of the Muscatatuck river, and on the Jeffersonville, Madison and Indianapolis railroad. It is a rather dull old town of 616 inhabitants by the last census (1880), but has a sound and solid foundation from a financial and business standpoint. The courthouse is a handsome brick structure, with white limestone trimmings, obtained from the neighboring quarries. ...There is, and has been, considerable manufacturing done in Vernon among which may be mentioned spoke and hub factory; foundry and plow shop; stave and heading factory; woolen and flouring mill; wagons and buggies; pumps and rakes; etc., etc., etc."</blockquote>
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Barbara Brunett's land in purple<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Sand Creek Township</span></strong> <br />
"Sand Creek Township is believed to have been organized in 1841. One of Jennings County's smaller townships, it contains a little over twenty-six square miles. When Indiana became a state and Jennings a county, the northwest corner of this township belonged to the Indians. The Old Indiana Boundary line ccan be found on maps yet today.<br />
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Sand Creek derives its name from the stream that winds through it, creating areas that cannot be surpassed for beauty. The Indians had a name for this creek, Laquekaouenek (lak/ka/oo/e/nek), which means "water running through sand." [<u>Jennings County, Indiana, 1816-1999</u>; Jennings County Historical Society; 1999; page 91]<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">St. Anne's Village</span></strong><br />
"St. Anne is a German settlement situated in the southeastern part of Sand Creek township. Among the first settlers were families named Frisz, Gasper, Glatt, Eder, Specht, Daeger, Winters, Shulthies, Henry, Erlsland, Frederick, Gehl, Meyer and Tipps. Although no town was laid out, St. Anne had a post office... a grocery story... and several blacksmith shops."[<u>Jennings County Indiana, 1816-1999</u>; page 91]<br />
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The village was centered around St. Anne's Catholic Church, organized by February 1841. [Read more in an upcoming post.]<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Jennings County Facts</span></strong><br />
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Vernon, Indiana</td></tr>
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As of the 2000 Census, there were 27,554 people living in Jennings County. The racial makeup of the county is 97.45% white. It is a rural county, with the majority of the county made up of personal farms and woodlands. <br />
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There are only two incorporated towns in the county - Vernon, the county seat, and North Vernon. There are 11 townships in the county.[Townships are a product of Indiana's history. There are just over 1000 Townships in the state. Indiana is one of 20 states that currently has some form of township government.]<br />
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The county is conveniently located in the center of an imaginary triangle consisting of Indianapolis, IN, Louisville, KY, and Cincinnati, OH, and requires only a hour and 1/4 drive time to any of these urban centers. <br />
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In recent years, average temperatures in Vernon have ranged from a low of 22 F in January to a high of 86 F in July. President Richard Nixon's mother, Hannah Milhous Nixon, was born near Butlerville, Jennings County, Indiana, in 1885.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397745023417725779.post-41499845924114259122013-10-23T14:28:00.000-05:002013-10-23T14:28:34.706-05:00WONDERFUL WEDNESDAY'S PHOTOS - 1993 Flemming Family Reunion<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Oak Mountain State Park, Birmingham, Alabama - June 1993</td></tr>
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On the last weekend of June in 1993, family from all over the country gathered together for the first reunion in over a decade of the descendants of <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Charles Clinton Flemming</span></strong> (1854-1932) and <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Elizabeth Agnes McCaffrey</span></strong> (1858-1922). <strong><em>Over 200 family members</em></strong>, five generations, came to <strong>Birmingham, Alabama</strong> - from 4-month old twins (my niece and nephew) to my 97-year-old great-great-great-aunt. They came from at least 10 states, from all over the country - from as far away as Illinois, Colorado and California. One family even flew in from the Philippines.<br />
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Charlie and Lizzie Flemming, my great-great-grandparents, had eleven children. Of the eleven, only four children had children of their own. Their children, Charlie & Lizzie's grandchildren, totaled twenty-one. When the 1993 Flemming Family Reunion was held there were twelve grandchildren still living, ages 69 to 83 years old. Of those twelve grandchildren, 11 attended the reunion. Everyone else were great grandchildren & their spouses, great-great-grandchildren & their spouses, and great-great-great-grandchildren.<br />
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When the next Flemming Family Reunion is held - next Summer? - there will be a completely new generation of descendants of Charlie & Lizzie Flemming. Will you be there?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397745023417725779.post-54092544228112220362013-09-08T08:52:00.002-05:002013-09-08T11:13:44.604-05:00SUNDAY'S OBITUARY - Phillip Huber (1847-1901)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<strong>Death of Mr. Phil Huber</strong><br />
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"Mr. Phil Huber died Thursday after a brief illness. Mr. Huber moved here about three months ago from Bowling Green, Ky. </blockquote>
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He leaves three daughters and one son, Misses Minnie, Mayme, and Lena, and Charles.</blockquote>
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The remains were taken to Bowling Green, Ky., for internment." [from Birmingham News]</blockquote>
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"Philip Huber died this morning after a long illness with typhoid fever. Mr. Huber came here several months ago from Kentucky. He leaves a wife and several grown children." [from Birmingham Age-Herald; April 5, 1901]</blockquote>
<strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Phillip Huber</span></strong> was my great-great-grandfather. Born in <strong>Flörsheim, Main-Taunus-Kreis, Hessen, Germany</strong>, on December 17, 1847, to <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Georg Huber</span></strong> (1809-1900) and <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Eva Katharina Fauth</span></strong> (1807-1875), Phil immigrated to America in June of 1867. Arriving in New York, he soon settled in <strong>Bowling Green, Warren County, Kentucky</strong>. He married <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Barbara Brunett</span></strong> (1852-1896), my great-great-grandmother, on April 25, 1871, and together they had seven children. <br />
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Phil worked for many years as a miller in Bowling Green, learning to read, write and speak English - something he could not do as was reported in the <u>1870 Census</u>. By 1900 he was a Saloon Keeper. His wife Bridget had died in 1896. He had also buried three of his children: oldest child <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">John William</span></strong>, known as"Willie," (1872-1898); <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Ida Catherine</span></strong> (1875-1879); and <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Clarence Joseph</span></strong> (1879-1900). Soon after the <u>1900 Census</u> was taken, Phil moved to <strong>Bessemer, Jefferson County, Alabama</strong>, with his four grown children:<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><strong> <span style="color: #a64d79;">Mary Bertha</span></strong></span>, called "Mayme", 27, a school teacher (and my great-grandmother); <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Philomena Barbara</span></strong>, called "Minnie", 24; <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Magdelena Hilbert</span></strong>, known as "Lena", 18; and <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Charles Thomas</span></strong>, 17.<br />
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Within just a few months of moving to Alabama, Phil contracted <strong>Typhoid Fever</strong>. He apparently had set up a Saloon in Bessemer, as the inventory of his possessions at the time of his death included: 5 bottles cherry and pineapple; 12 quarts whiskey; 24 pints champagne; 8 bottles Rhine wine; 20 quarts wine; 6 dozen bar glasses; 1/4 barrel corn whiskey; 1/5 barrel Apple brandy; 5 dozen empty bottles; 30 stone jugs.<br />
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According to the notices of his death (above) he had lived in Bessemer only 3 months. He became ill fairly quickly and suffered quite a while with this illness. The disease was painful [click this link for a complete description:<u> </u><strong><a href="http://climbingthebranches.blogspot.com/p/blog-page.html" target="_blank">ILLNESSES-TYPHOID</a></strong> ] and which could be (but was not always) deadly. Unfortunately, in this case it was. Phillip Huber died in the early morning hours of Thursday, April 4, 1901. He was just 53 years old. His body was transported back to Bowling Green on a train, where he was buried next to his wife and three children at <strong>St. Joseph's Catholic Church Cemetery</strong>. No headstone exists. <br />
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After their father's death daughter Mayme (my great-grandmother), still unmarried at this time, became legal guardian to her younger siblings - Lena, 18 and Charles, 17. <br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Typhoid Fever in Jefferson County, Alabama</span></strong><br />
A report by Dr. J.M. Mason, County Health Officer, to the Jefferson County Board of Health, stated that for the year 1901 there were 38 deaths from Typhoid Fever. The report also stated, "In order to prevent the spread of infectious diseases, the city has purchased the best obtainable Formaldehyde Generator, and each house in which an infectious disease occurs, is thoroughly disinfected by the city sanitary inspectors before the placard is removed. Each case of infectious disease is also reported to the school authorities as soon as reported to this office, and in this way school children from infected homes are excluded from school." [<u>The Alabama Medical Journal</u>, Vol. 14, No.5; Medical Association of the State of Alabama; April 1902.]<br />
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In 1906, the Sanitary Commission in Jefferson County recognized the need for a way for the county to enforce laws regarding its sewer system, in order to regulate the sanitation and health of the citizens of the county. Working with the Commercial Club of Birmingham, a "Greater Birmingham Commission" was nominated to push for legislation to annex surrounding municipalities and un-incorporated areas to create <strong>Greater Birmingham</strong>. <br />
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When the proposal was under consideration by the State Senate in 1907, eighty-one physicians sent the following letter to each State Senator:<br />
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"To the Alabama State Senate:</blockquote>
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We the undersigned physicians of Birmingham, Alabama, most urgently request you, on behalf of the people of the entire citizenship of this city and the adjoining towns, to pass the King Greater Birmingham bill now pending before your body.</blockquote>
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We are now afflicted with local epidemic of typhoid fever, and unless all this territory is put under our city government and the sanitation is urgently enforced we may suffer terrible consequences in the future from the ravages of said epidemic. We regard the passage of this bill as absolutely necessary for the public safety."</blockquote>
In August 1907 the Greater Birmingham Bill was enacted into law, incorporating eleven municipalities and a large amount of unincorporated areas into the city of Birmingham, effective 1909. <br />
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Continual need for improvements within the city's sanitation system grew as the population grew. In September 1947, under a proposal by the Jefferson County Commission, the State passed an Act which proposed an amendment to the State Constitution authorizing Jefferson County to issue bonds, with voter approval, to financially support the improvements of the sewer system, as well as to give full control to the county, without the need for approval from the State. There was broad support for the amendment. County Health Officer Dr. George A. Dennison was an outspoken proponent, reminding the public that in the early 20th century, Birmingham had been known as "the Typhoid Capital of the World" and that overhauling the sanitation system was key to keeping the city from being closely associated with "filth-borne diseases." [Click on article above right to read more] The Jefferson County Sewer Amendment passed by a substantial majority in the November 1948 general election, giving the county important financial powers that had been unavailable to the administration of the Sanitary Sewer System of the past. [<u>The History of the Jefferson County Sanitary Sewer System</u>; Public Affairs Research Council, November 2001]Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397745023417725779.post-4039136059670088942013-09-05T22:09:00.002-05:002015-09-27T09:48:02.579-05:00THURSDAY'S TREASURE - Our Family Name, Barbara<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In my grandfather's <u>Bible</u>, my mother once found this small article from a long-forgotten newspaper (copyright 1920) that he had torn out and saved. It is her name - <strong><em>Barbara</em></strong>. A name that has been passed down one branch of my family tree - from one continent to another, across states, for over 200 years. The name was chosen each time by new parents for their brand new baby daughter, to honor a mother or grandmother or sister whom they loved. Here is how my mother, and my older sister, came to have their name.<br />
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In our family I have been able to trace the name Barbara back to 18th century France. I found the name first given to my 6th great-grandmother <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;"><u>Barbe</u> Breyer Bour</span></strong>, born June 20, 1750, in <strong>Seingbouse, Moselle, France</strong>. [Barbe is the French personal name for Barbara.] Her parents, my 7th great-grandparents, were <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Pierre Breyer</span></strong> (1714-1764) and <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Anna Marie Schwartz</span></strong> (1713-1761). In February 1770, Barbe married <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Jean Melchoir Bour</span></strong>, who was born January 1745, in Tenteling, Moselle, France. They had at least two children, including <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Christine Bour</span></strong>, my 5th great-grandmother. <br />
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Christine Bour was born January 1763, in Seingbouse. In 1801 she married <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Pierre Lang</span></strong>, my 5th great-grandfather. Pierre was born March 1760, also in Seingbouse, France. Together they had at least five children. Their oldest child was <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Marguerite Lang</span></strong>, my 4th great-grandmother. She was born in April 1802; fourth child and younger sister, <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;"><u>Barbe</u> Lang</span></strong>, was born March 1806. <br />
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In May 1821, Marguerite married <span style="color: #a64d79;"><strong>Joseph Frise</strong> </span>(1796-1863) in their hometown. They had seven sons and two daughters. Their oldest child was <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;"><u>Barbara</u> Frisse</span></strong>, born in May 1822. Barbara is my 3rd great-grandmother. Joseph, Marguerite and their children immigrated to the United States. They settled in <strong>St. Anne's Village</strong> (now North Vernon), <strong>Jennings County, Indiana</strong>.<br />
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Barbara Frisse married <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Jean Michael Baptiste Brunette</span></strong> (1818-1863) one month after arriving in America, in August 1846. They had ten children, 7 girls and 3 boys. The name is passed down again at the birth of their fourth child <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;"><u>Barbara</u> Brunett</span></strong>. Born in April 1852, Barbara married <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Philip Huber</span></strong> (1847-1901), an immigrant from Germany, in April 1871, in <strong>Bowling Green, Warren County, Kentucky</strong>. Barbara and Philip are my 3rd great-grandparents. <br />
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Barbara and Philip had seven children while living in Bowling Green, including (my great-great-grandmother) oldest daughter <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Mary Bertha "Mayme" Huber</span></strong>, born in August 1873, and her younger sister <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Philomena <u>Barbara</u> "Minnie" Huber</span></strong>, born September 1876. Minnie never married. Mayme married <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">John Martin O'Donnell</span></strong> (1865-1937) in April 1904, after both had moved to <strong>Birmingham, Alabama</strong>. <br />
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Mayme and Johnny had three boys, including oldest son <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">John Huber O'Donnell</span></strong> (my grandfather), born May 1906, and one daughter, <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;"><u>Barbara</u> Lena O'Donnell</span></strong>, born November 1909. <br />
Barbara married <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Howard Alonzo Howard</span></strong>, (1908-1946), and together they had three children including daughter <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;"><u>Barbara</u> Beverly</span></strong>, born 1939.<br />
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Huber married my grandmother <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Susan Elizabeth Flemming</span></strong>, (1909-1999), and named their third child (my mother) <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;"><u>Barbara</u> Ann</span></strong>. My mother and father named their oldest daughter <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;"><u>Barbara</u> Ann</span></strong>, born 1958, almost exactly 208 years after Barbe Breyer was born. So I can trace our family name Barbara for over 200 years, from 1750 to 1958; from Seingbouse, France, to Birmingham, Alabama, for nine generations. Unfortunately, much like my own name which I traced back to Ireland, no Barbara's from this line have been born since 1958. Such a wonderful name....<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397745023417725779.post-56539603043398126102013-08-17T15:42:00.000-05:002013-08-17T15:42:05.823-05:00SATURDAY'S STRUCTURE - The Church of Saint John Chrysostom, Henry County, KentuckyMy great-grandfather <strong><span style="color: #c27ba0;">John Martin O'Donnell</span></strong> (1865-1937) was born in the town of <strong>Jericho</strong>, in <strong>Henry County, Kentucky</strong>. His parents, my great-great-grandparents, were <strong><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Patrick O'Donnell</span></strong> (1823-1911) and <strong><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Bridget Kennedy</span></strong> (1838-1893) Both parents were Irish immigrants who had married in Louisville, Kentucky, in 1856, before settling in Jericho. They had seven children - six girls and one son - whom they raised in Jericho. <br />
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Patrick owned a grocery store in the small town, and lived across the street from his store. As Catholics, Patrick and Bridget raised their family in the Catholic church. The only such church in Henry County at that time was the <strong>Church of</strong> <strong>Saint John Chrysostom </strong>in the town of <strong>Eminence</strong>, about 8 miles from the O'Donnell family home. It remains the only Catholic church in Henry County.<br />
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The church is located at 221 S. Penn Street in Eminence, Henry County, Kentucky. Mass is held each Sunday at 9:30 am. <br />
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<strong>The History of the Church of St. John Chrysostom</strong><br />
[taken from <a href="http://www.archlou.org/">www.archlou.org</a> - the website of the Archdiocese of Louisville, KY]<br />
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"A mission church from its inception, St. John has never had a resident priest or school. The need for a Catholic spiritual home in Henry County was first documented in 1860, when Archbishop Martin John Spalding gave permission to erect a church building in Eminence. Construction began in the 1880s. Historical records are unclear as to an exact date this church was completed, but from earliest written records available, Mass was first celebrated in the church in 1890. It was dedicated under the patronage of Saint John Chrysostom. </blockquote>
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Until that time, Masses were celebrated in the homes of Catholic families. When the Catholic church at Bedford was sold, the organ and art-glass memorial windows were removed and brought to Eminence to grace the otherwise plain structure of St. John. The Stations of the Cross were erected in 1892. A new organ was used for the first time in December 1908. </blockquote>
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In the early years the church was heated by a pot-bellied stove that warmed worshippers on cold Sundays. There were no restroom facilities. In 1988, a new church hall was built behind the church, providing badly needed space for meetings and social gatherings. Until that time, a home hosted parish activities. The church interior underwent a total renovation during the summer of 1992. At that time there were approximately fifty families at St. John, grown from eight families in 1958. </blockquote>
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In October of 2005, St. John became handicap-accessible with the construction of a concrete ramp. Catholics of Henry County have been served by the priests from Shelbyville since the 1850s, and most recently by priests from LaGrange. St. John currently has almost 200 parishioners." - See more at: <a href="http://www.archlou.org/Parishes">http://www.archlou.org/Parishes</a></blockquote>
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It's such a beautiful little church. I have hopes to visit it and attend Mass her in the near future. I have recently requested any possible records they may include the O'Donnell family, who must have attended Mass here. <br />
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To find out more about the church check out their website, <a href="http://www.ourstj.org/">www.ourstj.org</a> .<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397745023417725779.post-76904319017623681682013-08-14T22:44:00.002-05:002013-08-14T22:44:17.701-05:00WONDERFUL WEDNESDAY'S PHOTOS - The Alabama Great Southern Railroad "Old Timer's Club" Convention 1951<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This photo was taken in the front yard of my great-grandfather's house on Southside in downtown Birmingham, Alabama, in May 1951. The men in the picture are 'members' of "The Old Timers Club", a group of retired railroad men who once worked together on the <strong>Alabama Great Southern Railroad</strong>. Standing at the far right is my great-grandfather, <strong><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Harry C. Flemming</span></strong> (1878-1955). <br />
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Harry worked on the AGS railroad for his entire career, serving as trainmaster, master mechanic and assistant superintendent. For the majority of his career he was the Engineer on the steam engine #6690. Every morning he would take control of the train from the Birmingham depot to the depot at Meridian, Mississippi. He stayed here and the train continued on to New Orleans with a different engineer. The next day the train would come back from New Orleans, stop in Meridian where Harry would board and take control of the locomotive back to Birmingham. This was his routine six days a week, for 42 years, until he retired in 1941.<br />
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<strong>3rd Annual Convention of the Old Timers</strong> <strong>Club</strong><br />
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<strong>TO:</strong> Reid, Frazer, Madison, Sheets, Waldrop, Roberts, King, Riley, McCarty, Featherstone, Butler, Hussey, McAlister, Stowe.</blockquote>
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<strong>NOTICE:</strong> The 3rd Annual Convention of the Old Timers Club will take place on Thursday, May 10, 1951.</blockquote>
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<strong>PLACE:</strong> Monahan's Castle, 1402 South 17th Street, Birmingham, Alabama.</blockquote>
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<strong>TIME:</strong> 11:30 A.M., to 2:00 P.M., or later.</blockquote>
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<strong>SPONSOR:</strong> Mrs. H. C. Flemming <em>(my great-grandmother)</em></blockquote>
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You are expected; fine food and plenty of it; choice of drinks, good fellowship and lots of fun.</blockquote>
Kindly state on the enclosed postal card if we can depend on your presence and mail it promptly. Mrs. Flemming must know for how many to provide.<br />
That is important!<br />
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Drop your worries and belly aches for one day and join together for an old time railroader's good fellowship.<br />
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J. C. de Holl, Secretary<br />
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to Monahan, who can't write (never could)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397745023417725779.post-12650562883597666662013-07-21T00:23:00.001-05:002013-07-21T00:23:10.297-05:00SATURDAY'S STRUCTURE - St. Francis Xavier Catholic Church, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong>The original St. Francis Xavier Catholic Church</strong><br />
site of the wedding of Thomas and Charlotte McCaffrey - 1853</td></tr>
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On Monday, August 15, 1853, <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Thomas Joseph McCaffrey</span></strong> (1832-1896) and <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Charlotte Elizabeth</span></strong> <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">McCluskey</span></strong> (1838-1917), my 3x-great-grandparents, were married. Next month marks the 160th anniversary of their wedding. <br />
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They were married at <strong>St. Francis Xavier Catholic Church</strong> in her hometown of <strong>Philadelphia, Pennsylvania</strong>. Thomas was 21 years old; Charlotte was just 15. They were married by <strong>Reverend Patrick Rafferty</strong> (1791-1863). Their witnesses for the ceremony were Henry Donahue (1830-1890) and Isabel Maddon.<br />
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The McCluskey family lived less than four blocks from the church, in the Fairmount area of the city, on Hamilton Street. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>History of St. Francis Xavier Catholic Church</strong></span><br />
[taken from <a href="http://www.sfxschool.org/">www.sfxschool.org</a>]<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong>Interior of Old Church</strong><br />
<strong>NOTE</strong>: Joseph & Charlotte took their wedding vows here</td></tr>
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"Saint Francis Xavier Parish in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania was founded in the year of Our Lord One Thousand Eight Hundred Thirty Nine. At the time of its establishment the diocese of Philadelphia was only a little more than three decades old and included all of Pennsylvania, western New Jersey and the state of Delaware.<br />
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The new Saint Francis Xavier Church was only the seventh Catholic Church to exist within the city. The site purchased for the new church was at the southwest corner of 25th and Biddle streets -- not far from the grand front steps of today's Philadelphia Museum of Art. The erection of the new church was directed by (the first Pastor of the parish) Father Michael O'Connor. At least part of the money used to build the church was raised by a city-wide collection. The cornerstone of the new church was laid on June 10, 1839. Mass was celebrated there for the first time on Sunday, December 1, 1839.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong>Portrait of Rev. Patrick Rafferty</strong><br />
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania</td></tr>
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In 1842, <strong>Father Patrick Rafferty</strong> was appointed pastor of Saint Francis Xavier Parish. Father Rafferty took up residence in a small house at 402 North 25th Street, very near to the church. In 1844, during the anti-Catholic unrest which afflicted the United States, two Catholic churches and the homes of thirty Catholics were destroyed by fire in Philadelphia. Because of the unrest, by order of Bishop Kenrick, on Sunday, May 12, 1844, Catholic churches in the city were closed. Various accounts of the parish history indicate, however, that in spite of that situation, Mass was celebrated by Father Rafferty in our church on that day. During the month which followed, the church was guarded day and night by militia sent by the civil authorities, and by a number of parishioners who volunteered their services.<br />
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In 1845, Father Rafferty opened Saint Francis Xavier School in the basement of the church. Father Rafferty died in March of 1863.<br />
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Father James Maginn was appointed pastor of Saint Francis Xavier Parish in 1863. Prior to being appointed Pastor he had served for eight years as an assistant to Father Rafferty, and for a brief period after Father Rafferty's death he served as Administrator of the parish. Almost immediately upon his appointment as pastor, Father Maginn began to make improvements to the parish property. He had erected a new rectory just south of the church; he added transepts, stained glass windows and a dome to the church. He also enlarged the galleries of the building. In spite of all the improvements, it soon became obvious that the rapidly expanding parish was outgrowing its church, and especially, its school. In the late 1860's Father Maginn had constructed a three story brick school building at the southeast corner of 24th and Green streets. He also purchased two adjoining houses which would eventually become the first Saint Francis Xavier Parish convent for the Sisters, Servants of the Immaculate Heart of Mary (IHM).<br />
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The idea of a new church became imperative when the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad decided to change the grade of its track which ran near the church at Biddle Street. Because tunneling was involved in the project, the blasting of rock was necessary. That process resulted in significant damage to both the church and the adjacent rectory. Father Maginn then purchased the land at 2321 Green Street, where he constructed a rectory (this building is now the residence of our Oratory of Saint Phillip Neri community). As soon as the rectory was completed, Father Maginn began to negotiate the purchase of property to the west of the new building. That site would be the site of our present church. Father Maginn had secured three of the four properties needed when he suddenly became ill. On July 25, 1890, Father Maginn died at the new rectory.<br />
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Immediately after the death of Father Maginn, Reverend Michael Gleeson was appointed pastor of Saint Francis Xavier Parish. Father Gleeson wasted no time in taking up the work of constructing a new church. The purchase of the final ground needed was completed by 1894; the ground was cleared and the digging of the new church's foundations began that same year. On October 6, 1894, the corner-stone of the new church was laid by Archbishop Ryan. On December 18, 1898, the now completed church was dedicated by Archbishop Ryan and a Pontifical Mass was celebrated by Bishop Prendergast. At just about the time of the church's dedication, Father Gleeson was afflicted with a form of paralysis that was finally to cause his death on January 25, 1904, after a long, painful illness. In March of 1904, Father Thomas F. Shannon was appointed the sixth pastor of Saint Francis Xavier Parish.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong>St. Francis Xavier Catholic Church</strong> <br />
(current church - built 1898)</td></tr>
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It would be Father Shannon's task to rally the parish in one of its most difficult moments. On March 31, 1906, a building then located at 24th and Wallace streets caught fire and was completely destroyed. During that event the fire managed to leap to the newly opened church at Green Street and it too was severely damaged. The roof of the church was completely destroyed, and a great deal of damage was done to the interior when the roof fell. [See newspaper story of church fire below.]<br />
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Almost immediately after the fire, reconstruction of the church began. A temporary alter was erected in the school on Green Street and Mass was celebrated there until the Church reopened on April 5, 1908. The cost of the reconstruction had been one-hundred thousand dollars."<br />
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To get a complete 360 degree view - top to bottom - of the present church please go to <a href="http://www.360cities.net/image/stfrancisxavierchurchphladelphia#-155.88,-10.07,69.6">http://www.360cities.net/image/stfrancisxavierchurchphladelphia#-155.88,-10.07,69.6</a> at 360cities website. It is simply awesome. The church is described here: "St. Francis Xavier is a striking asymmetric Romanesque church at 24th and Green Streets near the Benjamin Franklin Parkway in the Fairmount section of Philadelphia. It was originally built in 1893-1898 to designs by architect Edward Durang, extended to its present size in 1906, and rebuilt in 1908 after being damaged by a fire that started in a nearby hat factory. Unlike many Catholic churches, it did not modify its old High Altar following the liturgical reforms of Vatican II in 1962."<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Fire Ruins Beautiful St. Francis' Church</strong></span> <br />
[from <em><strong>The Philadelphia Inquirer</strong></em>; April 1, 1908; page 1-2]<br />
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<em> "</em>The beautiful interior of the Roman Catholic Church of St. Francis Xavier, at Twenty-fourth and Green streets was swept by a spectacular fire yesterday afternoon that originated in the hat factory of Henry Roelofs & Co. adjoining the rear of the edifice. <br />
When the firemen, after a hard battle of nearly three hours, finally had the flames under control, only the walls and the steeple of the church remained standing, the hat factory had been destroyed, and several residences nearby had been badly damaged. The total loss was estimated at $150,000. <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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The fire was replete with sensational incidents. Again and again the firemen bravely risked their lives in their efforts to subdue the flames, scaling the burning and treacherous roof of the church with lines of hose, dodging falling masses of debris and narrowly escaping being buried beneath toppling walls. Three of them were badly bruised and cut as one of the walls of the hat factory fell. They were taken to the German Hospital. They were Asst. Fire Chief Waters, Charles H. Porter, Jr., assistant foreman, and Robert McClellan, both of Engine Company No. 4, Seventh and Sansom streets. Other firemen received various minor injuries, but all refused to leave their posts while there was danger of the flames spreading eastward to the residences on Green street.<br />
Remarkable courage was shown by Rev. John J. Fleming, acting rector of the church aided in carrying many objects ices, vestments and other articles of value that were in the sacristy or on the altar when the church caught fire. Rev. Mr. Fleming risked his life by running into the smoke-filled edifice and bearing away from the altar the Blessed Sacrament. Many of the men parishioners of the church aided in carrying many objects of value from the burning structure until the quickly spreading flames made further efforts of that sort too hazardous. <br />
The fire started at the storehouse of the factory of Henry Roelofs & Company, 609-19 North Twenty-fourth street. There were fifty men at work in the factory at the time, all of whom got safely out. <br />
The flames spread throughout the factory with remarkable swiftness. The south wall of the two-story brick structure was but three feet from the rear of the church in which were five large stain glass windows overlooking the sacristy. These glass in these windows were shattered by heat of the flames that rose from the burning factory. The wind was blowing toward the windows and through them the flames swept into the church. In vain did the firemen try to save the church, an immense granite pile upon a high terrace.<br />
The wind fanned the flames and they swept along the walls of the church and up through the slate roof. From the top of nearby house the firemen poured streams of water upon the burning structure, but the wind was so strong that at one time grave fears were entertained for the safety of the immediate neighborhood....<br />
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As great tongues of flames shot through the roof of the church , above which rolled great clouds of smoke, the rays of the setting sun seemed to intensify the glare. Now and then the bells of the church steeple, probably as a result of the vibration of the walls or of water descending upon them, would peel forth melancholy notes with weird effect.<br />
Although the interior of the church was wrecked a large crucifix over the altar and one or two effigies of saints remained unbroken. The $6000 organ was ruined while several pains were broken in the circular stain glass window in the front of the church, which was a gift of Archbishop Ryan...."<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397745023417725779.post-17564001897180444052013-07-15T21:28:00.001-05:002013-07-15T21:28:15.180-05:00MONDAY'S MOTHER - Louisa Elizabeth Waetcher Horst (1838-1933)<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong>Louisa Waetcher Horst</strong> <br />
ca. 1900</td></tr>
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<span style="color: #a64d79;"><strong>Louisa Elizabeth Waetcher</strong></span> was born September 14, 1838, in <strong>Schildesche, Bielefeld, Westfalan, Prussia</strong>, a town that was formed in the year 939. [Schildesche is now a part of North Rhine-Westphalia in Germany]. Her parents were <strong>Johann Frederich Waetcher</strong> (1807-1883) and <strong>Anna Catherina Illsibien Horenberg</strong> (1813-UNK). Louisa had a twin sister, <strong>Hanne Friederieke</strong>. They are two of the ten siblings that immigrated with their father and step-mother, <strong>Hanne Friederiecke Luise Hartman</strong>, to the United States, arriving on November 9, 1852, in the Port of New Orleans. Louisa was just 14 years old. [NOTE: Louisa's step-mother gave birth while on the ship.]<br />
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The Waetcher family settled in <strong>Massac County, Illinois</strong>. On October 19, 1856, Louisa married <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Charles Horst</span></strong> (1836-1900), an immigrant from Hesse-Darmstadt, Germany. She just turned 18; Charles was 21. Charles was the youngest brother of <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Martin Horst</span></strong> (1830-1878), my 3x-great-grandfather. Charles, who changed his name from Carl after arriving in America, had arrived with his father and siblings and step-mother in August 1846 when he was just 11. <br />
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Charles and Louisa Horst are my 4x-great-aunt and uncle.<br />
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Charles and Louisa set up their home in Metropolis in Massac County. Charles was working in 1860 as a Cabinet Maker. After the Civil War was over he wrote his brother Martin, now living in Mobile, Alabama, to ask for a loan to help him purchase a mill in Metropolis. Martin wasn't able to help him at this time but by 1870 Charles listed his occupation as a "Flour Miller" according to the U.S. Census. He remained a miller throughout his lifetime.<br />
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Charles and Louisa had their first of twelve children in early 1856. [NOTE: This date is before the known date of their marriage but this may be an error in the transcription of the old records.] Over the next 26 years Louisa would give birth to eight more daughters and two sons; the name and sex of their twelfth child is not known. Their children were:<br />
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<li><span style="color: #a64d79;"><strong>Kunigunde Elizabeth Horst </strong></span><span style="color: black;">(female)</span>, called Gundy, was born in March 1856. She married <strong>Frederick William Rieke</strong> (1854-1922) in 1880. Together they had five children: <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Gertrude Augusta </span></strong>(1881-1970); twins <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Bertha Wilhelmina </span></strong>(1883-1953) and <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Maude L.</span></strong> (1883-1963); <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Charles Grover</span></strong> (1885-1969); and <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Romona</span></strong> (1890-1986).</li>
<li><strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Bell Horst</span></strong> (female) was born in 1858. She died before 1880.</li>
<li><strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Tell Horst</span></strong> (male) was born January 28, 1861. He died before 1880.</li>
<li><strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Eleanora Horst</span></strong> was born 1866. She died before 1880.</li>
<li><strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Fannie Caroline Horst</span></strong>, born March 1869. She married <strong>George Mehaffey</strong> (1864-1957) in 1901. Fannie died during childbirth, giving birth to twins <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Francis Carl Mehaffey</span></strong> (1908-2003) and <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">George James Mehaffey</span></strong> (1908-1994). [NOTE: older sister Gundy helped care for the infants boys for a time immediately after their birth.]</li>
<li>Twin <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Nellie Horst</span></strong> was born in 1871. She died before 1880.</li>
<li>Twin <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Nettie Horst</span></strong> was born in 1871. She died before 1895.</li>
<li><strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Lillie Dale Horst</span></strong> was born January 1, 1875. She married <strong>Morton Burnette Card</strong> (1878-1950) in 1914. They had one daughter, <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Flora Louise Card</span></strong> (1914-1996). Lillie died January 20, 1972. <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong>Cassie Horst</strong><br />
ca. 1900</td></tr>
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<li>Twin <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Callie Emma Horst</span></strong> was born August 16, 1877. Callie never married; she died March 11, 1964. </li>
<li>Twin <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Cassie Anna Horst</span></strong> married <strong>Elwin Arba Magill</strong> (1874-1947) in 1902. They had two children <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Calina Magill</span></strong> (1903-1989) and <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Elwin Arba Magill, Jr.</span></strong> (1914-2001). Cassie died June 10, 1956. </li>
<li><strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Walter Earnest Horst</span></strong> was born July 12, 1882. In 1910 he married <strong>Anna J. Murray</strong> (1880-1953). Walter died November 1, 1959. They had no children.</li>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong>Callie Horst</strong><br />
ca. 1900</td></tr>
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Louisa's twin sister, Rieke, as she was called, also had twelve children with her husband <strong>William Frederick</strong> <strong>Rixie</strong> (1836-1888).<br />
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In 1895, Charles and Louisa left Illinois with their surviving children and moved to <strong>Pomona, in Los Angeles County, California</strong>. Charles died in 1900. Louisa lived with her unmarried children in Pomona, supported by their various incomes. One by one they married and moved away. All but daughter Callie. Callie worked as a Bookkeeper at a Laundry in town. Their last residence was at 678 Gordon Street in Pomona, which Louisa owned.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">from <em>Los Angeles Times</em><br />
May 6, 1933; page A-6</td></tr>
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On May 5, 1933, Louisa died in her home. She was 94 years old. She is buried at <strong>Pomona Cemetery</strong>.<br />
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In her 94 years Louisa had lived quite a lifetime. Born in Prussia, she lost her mother as a young girl. She traveled to America at the age of 14, in steerage class. Speaking only German she settled with her family in the town of Metropolis, Illinois. She married at the age of eighteen and bore twelve children over twenty-six years. She was the wife of a flour mill owner. She buried four young children while living in Illinois. At the age of 56 she packed up her home and her family and traveled across country by train to California before the turn of the century. She left behind her home of forty-three years, her friends, and her family - including her twin sister. <br />
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In California she lost her husband of forty-four years and saw at least four of her children marry, leave home and have children of their own. She buried four more of her children before she herself died. She was survived by four children, ten grandchildren and at least thirteen great-grandchildren. What kind of mother was she? I don't know for sure, but there's no doubt that she was a hardworking mother, a supportive wife and a woman devoted to the well-being of her family. <br />
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<strong>TWINS MUST RUN IN THE FAMILY</strong>: Louisa was born a twin (1838). She gave birth to two sets of twins, in 1871 and 1877. Her oldest daughter gave birth to one set of twins in 1883, and another daughter died giving birth to her own set of twins in 1908. In a time when there were no fertility specialists, this is quite a legacy.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397745023417725779.post-21511141575343907222013-07-04T20:47:00.000-05:002013-07-04T20:47:03.066-05:00THURSDAY'S TREASURES - Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness On this, the 237th birthday of the United States of America, it seems the perfect time to celebrate not only our country's birth but also the gifts that were passed down to us from our ancestors who made it possible for us to celebrate as Americans. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong>Irish Immigrants Leaving Queenstown Harbour</strong> <br />
<em>The Illustrated London News</em>, September 1874</td></tr>
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For each of us there were great-grandfathers and great-grandmothers who left their homeland, their neighbors, the culture and very often their own families to take a chance in this new country of which they knew very little. They gathered up all they could carry with them, said good-bye to their friends and families, and left the only home they had ever known and most likely one they would never return to. They travelled by cart or by foot to a sea port where they would board a small packet ship. Once aboard they would climb down into the hull of the vessel with one hundred, two hundred, or more strangers to travel for several weeks across the Atlantic Ocean. With all of the multitude of people stuffed into the ship's steerage area [see post "Packet Ship Gladiator", January 1, 2012, for more information about steerage] they all shared one common dream - a better life in America. <br />
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Many left behind poverty, with little chance to ever change their circumstances. Most left countries with governments that held a tight rein on their individual rights and freedoms. Towns where they weren't allowed to speak, or protest, or gather freely. Where they couldn't vote to choose their own leaders. Where their children faced forced conscription into the military. Where the right to practice the religion of their own choosing didn't exist. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong>"Irish Immigrants Leaving Home"</strong><br />
<em>Harper's Bazaar</em>, December 1870</td></tr>
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They each knew that a better life existed - for themselves and for their children. And for their children's children. They wanted more for their life and for their family. They wanted to be free to choose their own path in life, and be treated as human beings with God-given rights. They wanted to work hard and be rewarded with just compensation. They wanted to have a say in their government and in the laws they lived under. They wanted to freely practice their faith. They wanted the freedom to have a dissenting opinion about their leaders, share it openly, without the fear of reprisals. They wanted this for themselves. But most of all they wanted this for their children. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong>"From the Old to the New World"</strong><br />
German Emigration<br />
<em>Harper's Weekly</em>, November 1874</td></tr>
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They left everything behind for a promise of a better life. They sailed on a ship across a wide ocean, not knowing if they or their family members would survive, or if the ship itself would make it safely. They landed in a port where they couldn't speak the language, maybe had no one waiting for them, had little direction on where to go or what to do next. But they paved the way for each one of their children, each one of their grandchildren - <em><strong>each one of us</strong></em> - to enjoy those unalienable rights we each possess, endowed for us by our Creator.<br />
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<em><strong>Among these - Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness</strong>.</em> <br />
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America wasn't perfect then and it isn't perfect now. But it's the best there is. And we have our ancestors to thank for giving us the opportunity for a better future. So it's nice today to remember those that made it possible:<br />
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<strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Patrick McCloskey</span></strong> (1810-1855) who arrived in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania in <u>1838</u>, at the age of 28, from his home in <strong>Ireland</strong>. His wife <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Mary Ann</span></strong> (1805-1871) also immigrated from <strong>Ireland</strong>, date unknown. They are my 4x great-grandparents.<br />
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<strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Thomas McCaffrey</span></strong> (1799-1890), arrived in New York Harbor in <u>June 1825</u> from his home in <strong><span style="color: black;">County</span></strong> <strong><span style="color: black;">Tyrone, Ireland</span></strong>. His wife <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Susan</span></strong> (1793-1869) also immigrated from <strong>County Tyrone</strong>, date unknown. They, too, are my 4x-great-grandparents.<br />
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<strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Johann Eckard Horst</span></strong> (1802-1852), my 4x-great-grandfather, arrived in <u>August 1846</u> in New York City Harbor at the age of 43 with his second wife and five children. This included my 3x-great-grandfather <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Martin Horst</span></strong> (1830-1878), who was just 16 years old when he arrived. Later my 5x-great-grandfather <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Johan Conrad Horst</span></strong> (1780-UNK), Martin's grandfather, also arrived here, in <u>May 1860</u>. He was 80 years old when he arrived. They were from <strong>Hesse-Darmstadt, Germany</strong>.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong>"Irish Emigrants Leaving Home - The Priest's Blessing"</strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Apollonia Weinschenk</span></strong> (1829-1908), my 3x-great-grandmother and wife of Martin Horst, arrived in the port of New Orleans around <u>1843</u>, at the age of 14, from her home in <strong>Forst, Bavaria, Germany</strong>. <br />
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My great-great-grandfather <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Patrick O'Donnell</span></strong> (1823-1911) arrived in this country in <u>December</u> <u>1849</u> from <strong>Ireland</strong>, along with five of his 7 brothers. He was 26 years old. His wife <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Bridget Kennedy</span></strong> (1838-1893) immigrated from her home in <strong><span style="color: black;">County Tipperary, Ireland</span></strong>, sometime in the early 1850's.<br />
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<strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Phillip Huber</span></strong> (1847-1901), also my great-great-grandfather, arrived in New York in <u>June 1867</u>, at the age of 19, from <strong>Florsheim, Hessen, Germany</strong>. <br />
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My 3x-great-grandparents, <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">John Michael Baptiste Brunett</span></strong> (1818-1863), and <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Barbara Frisse</span></strong> (1822-1893) traveled onboard the same ship, from their homes in <strong>Seingbouse, Moselle, France</strong>, arriving in the port of New Orleans in <u>July 1846</u>. Traveling with Barbara were her parents (my 4x-great-grandparents) <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Joseph Frise</span></strong> (1796-1864) and <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Marguerite Lang</span></strong> (1802-1868), as well as several siblings. Marguerite was 44 years old; Joseph was 50. <br />
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[NOTE: My <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Fortier</span></strong> and <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">DeGruey</span></strong> ancestors arrived from France to Canada and then settled in Louisiana before the United States was formed. I have no information yet as to when my <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Flemming</span></strong> or <strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Jackson</span></strong> family ancestors arrived in America.]<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong>"Immigrants Behold the Statue of Liberty"</strong><br />
<em>Frank Leslie's Illustrated Newspaper</em>, July 1887</td></tr>
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None of these ancestors arrived as we might imagine - coming into New York Harbor and seeing the Statue of Liberty, stepping off their steamship onto Ellis Island to be officially inspected in long lines. [The Statue of Liberty wasn't dedicated until 1886.] None of these ancestors settled on the east coast - most made their new homes in southern cities. And somehow, through happenstance or through fate, their offspring met other offspring of these immigrants and eventually, over time and over years, my mother and her siblings were created from a combination of all of these immigrants. And that made it possible for me to sit down, in my home in Birmingham, Alabama, and celebrate Independence Day and my great-grandparents' dreams for a better life.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0