Now, to explain how we are double cousins once removed. My grandmother's aunt married my grandfather's uncle so I am related to both her grandparents. Because we do not have an equal number of descended generations and are off one, we are once removed! However, I claim that the double connection must make us "closer" relatives!
|Left page in the Clinton County Marriage Record -Edward Moldt|
|Right page in the Clinton County Marriage Record - Mae Allen|
|Left page in the Clinton County Marriage Record - Owen J. McDonnell|
|Right page in the Clinton County Marriage Record - Bernette Allen|
|Possible young Owen William|
|Owen William McDonnell|
An interesting possible connection that, do to my current political beliefs, I hesitate to mention is the Regan girls. It seems that quite a few years ago, Ronald Reagan's mother came to the Clinton area to try and find a Reagan connection that she had followed there. She even had a yellowed copy of a newspaper article covering the story. According to Mary, Mrs. Reagan thought the connection was with Owen William McDonnell's family. BUT, using the scanned notes of Bridget's sisters and brothers with the two photos labeled Reagan, the connection might be through Bridget O'Callahan's sister, Mary who married a Michael Reagan. Do you think these girls look like our former president? The back of the photos identify the photography studio as Kelly's in Cinncinnati for the young lady on the right and Brownell's (formerly Kelly's) for the one on the left.
We had a fast food dinner with the paper wrappers for a plate and easy clean up. The ice in our glasses of pop melted before we finished it as we went through albums, scanned photos and documents, and continually tried to compare the unknown photos with ones that were labeled. We discussed, analyzed, sorted and stacked. It was soooooo much fun! As I noticed that my derriere was feeling numb, and I was beginning to yawn, I asked what time it was. The answer: 11:30! Oh my gosh, that was 12:30 my time. We couldn't believe it. We needed to go to bed . . . . but let's look at just one more box.
The next day, we took up where we left off. It was so much fun listening to the stories from our family. A great aunt stopped by for a visit, and I had the chance to ask a few questions of my own. She reminisced about playing with my mother when they were both young. It is so nice to get a different perspective on a person, but her memory of my mother was that she always wanted her own way, and in that respect, she didn't change much as she grew up.
What a delightful time we had. There was still so much to talk about, that I boldly invited myself to come back in a few weeks. Guess what? She agreed. Now I need to do a little research in the meantime to see if we can solve a mystery or two.
Note to Mary: You'll notice that I didn't mention the whole scanner fiasco.
Note to everyone else: You don't want to know!