At The End of the Trail

My search for the original Margel has now come to a conclusion.  I first mentioned Margel as a collateral person in my search for my aunt in A Tale of Two Margels, but my interest in her only simmered until I read the newspaper account of the graduation events at Mount St. Clare school in May of 1918. There listed right next to my grandmother, Berenice Moldt, was her best friend, Margel B. Wells. Knowing her surname fanned my interest again until . . . I reached another roadblock.  In "Sidetracked" I documented my efforts and asked, "Where do I go from here?"

While I haven't blogged about it, behind the scenes the search continued . . . my last record of Margel B. Wells had her living in Jackson, Michigan with her husband James Mosher. Did she die? Divorce? Certainly she disappeared.

 I called the local historical society in Jackson to see if they had any records for her death, but no luck. A search for  Margel Mosher on Ancestry and Family Search had nothing beyond the 1920 census.   And . . . if she divorced and remarried, how would I ever find out her married name? It felt like a brick wall.


Once again, Mary,a  researcher extraordinaire, took up the cause.  She not only looked for Margel in her local Clinton county records, but researched her family as well.  I found my mailbox full of information about the Tyne's and Wells, Margel's grandparents.  It turns out this was the key to locating Margel. Then on a sunny day this past Spring she drove from her home in Clinton to the library in Sterling Falls, Illinois, the home of Margel's parents.  In the genealogy department of this beautiful library with interior pillars and a geometrically shaped dome, Mary told the librarian she was searching for information on the Tyne family.  While I am condensing the information Mary sent to me, I do not want you to think it was effortless.  It was good detective instincts with hours of research for which I am very appreciative.  While all of the information about the Tyne family was interesting, the crucial piece that unraveled the mystery was the obituary of Margel's mother, Maggie Wells Havens.  It seems that Margel's mother had remarried George Havens after the death of her husband, BUT in her obituary it mentions that her daughter, Mrs. A.C. Fennell of Miami Florida would be flying in for the funeral. Aha! Margel had remarried.  Without this obit which was only available locally, I would never have found out Margel's married name, and what could have been a brick wall turned out to only be a roadblock.


My next step was to confirm that A.C. Fennell had a wife with the first name of Margel and the 1930 census confirms that.

While it confirms Margel B. was married to Alvah Fennell, a dentist, it is interesting that it also states she had a college degree and married for the first time at age 25 with her current age as 27.  Now you and I both know that her first marriage was at 19 and she wasn't a widow.  Another curious coincidence was that in the 1920 census Alvah was living in Jackson, Michigan with his parents. Regardless, I was elated that she had not died.

So what else did I learn about Margel? Let's look at the records I found. A 1941 city directory shows her living on the corner of Sunset Dr. and Kendall Rd. in South Miami.

 

The 1945 Florida State Census has Margel and Alvah with two daughters, Sandra Jane and Marcia (?) Ann.

Then in 1952 Margel and Alvah divorced.  There was no information, just a document listing the names of  Florida couples who had decided they could not continue life as a couple. Alvah and Margel's children were still pre-teens.

After looking for an online death record and coming up empty handed, I turned, as I often do, to the genealogy department of the local library.  In this case it was the Miami-Dade Public Library.  I sent an email inquiry, and just as promptly received a reply. In fact their index did show an obituary for Margel B. Fennell, and for a modest sum they would do the search and send me the obituary.                           

FENNELL

Mrs. Margel B., 68, of 4217 Anne Ct., Coconut Grove, passed away Thurs. Came here in 1918 from Sterling, Ill.  She was active in numerous charitable organizations in Dade County (especially Variety Children's Hospital) and also Blowing rock, N.C.  Survived by 2 daughters Mrs Sandra Jane McClurg and Mrs Nicholas G. Polizzi and 3 grandchildren all of Miami. Rosary services 7:30 P.M. Fri. PHILBRICK & SON CORAL GABLES FUNERAL HOME, 837 Ponce de Leon blvd., with requiem mass 9:30 A.M. Sat. Epiphany Catholic Church, Interment in Miami Memorial Park. Friends may call from 2 to 9 P.M. Fri.

While there are some questions, like her disappearing first husband, I am content with the discoveries I have found.  I remember as a child curiously asking my grandmother to tell me about her friend.  I don't remember much, but I remembered that her middle name was Bridget so when I read that her grandmother was named Bridget, I knew my memories were correct.  It was interesting that she always used her middle initial but never her middle name.

Berenice Moldt Kennelly and husband Ed Kennelly board a plane to ?

At the recent NGS conference in Cincinnati a recurring theme in many lectures was the need to investigate and reassemble the community of our ancestors, their friends, associates, and neighbors to break our brick walls.  Elizabeth Shown Mills coined the term FAN. In the same way, your research methods must be multi-pronged. My search for Margel would have remained an unfulfilled wish without Mary and the generous amount of time she put in on this search.  As it often does, a local library held the clues that were pivotal to our success. I love libraries!  Online sources are obvious.

For many years, my grandparents, went to Florida for two months during our mid-western winters. One year they even took my brother and I with them to Clearwater.  But at least one of those years they traveled to Miami.  Travel was a dress up event in the 1950's as you can tell from the photo at the right.  I don't remember the hat my grandmother is wearing in the photo, but that fur cape hung in my mother's closet long after my grandmother died. Do you suppose my grandmother knew her childhood friend, Margel, lived in Miami?  Did they visited with her?  I don't know where they are going for sure, but it seems like a fitting photo to go with this post . . . waving goodbye.
 

Postscript:  If you are a relative of Margel B. Wells Fennell, contact me as I have a plethora of information that I could not include here.


After post update:  It turns out that Alvah had also been married before in 1924, and his wife identifies herself as "divorced" in the 1930 census.  

Thrifty Thursday: College Costs circa 1965

  As my daughter was loudly complaining about the obscene cost to RENT her current college textbooks, I remembered a postcard that I sent to my parents my freshman year at Purdue about that very subject.

"Dear Mom and Dad-

  Not much time up here so I thought I'd get some postcards to send you when I really get pinched for time.  Guess what for my C&T I have to buy two books now and one later.  One costs  $2.25 (lab book) and the other cost $8.25 (can you imagine!!!)  I'm going to try to get the latter one second hand if I can.  The instructor said she wasn't sure how many would be available since this was only their second year in use.  Also I have to buy another book for Sociology - $2.50 (scream!)  Money is going fast!  Rained all day today.  This girl gave me one of those cool plastic rings because it didn't fit her.  I offered to pay her for it but she wouldn't let me, but she loves my house slippers so I told her you'd make her a pair.  Will you?

                                   -------Me---------- WRITE"
                                                                           

For my daughter's four classes, at a state university, the cost were $225 for one book/software combo which she purchased and $150 each for the other three classes, and those were rentals.

I conclude that. . .The inflation rate for college textbooks has far surpassed the inflation rate of salaries. In 1965 my father made $4000/yr  as a factory worker, and we were poor by any standard. If I figure that books are 20 times more expensive today and multiply my father's salary by 20, I arrive at a figure of $80,000/yr.  As a 25 yr. teacher with a master's degree, I make no where near that.

So do you have other examples of costs that have outpaced salary inflation?

A Bad Boy Uncle is Discovered

In a previous blog post I told you how I used the information at the bottom of an indexed record on Ancestry.com as a springboard to find the original records.  Today, I will show you another example of my success using this information.

My father's family always presents challenges because of the common nature of their names.  My father is Robert Walker . . . see what I mean.  Because of this I often scroll through sibling names in the hope of finding  a name that is a bit more unusual so I can circle around and find the family that way.  I was searching for the name of my grandmother's maternal grandfather because I had been told he was a civil war soldier.  I had not had much luck, when I discovered that my grandmother's youngest brother was named Pierman McCoy. I knew there couldn't be too many of those.  I was not prepared for what I found.

Gertrude McCoy Walker

My parent's divorced when I was about seven, and I never saw my father or anyone from that side of the family again while I was growing up.  The story my mother told was that my father came from a prominent family and she felt that my grandmother believed she was not "good enough" to marry my father.  Is that true or just my  mother's assumption?  Who knows, but the few memories I have of my grandmother are of a very stern woman. I think of her more kindly now as I peel away the layers of  her life.

I entered the name, Pierman McCoy into the Ancestry.com search hoping that he hadn't died as a child.  As I scrolled through the results, I paused, my mouth dropped open, and my eyes kept blinking as if I must be reading it wrong when I came to the record below:

Leavenworth, Kansas, U.S. Penitentiary, Name Index to Inmate Case Files, 1895-1931
Court, Governmental & Criminal Records

	Name: Pierman McCoy
	Residence: 23 Apr 1927N

 I clicked to open up the record only to find an indexed record with his inmate number being the only additional information.  Wow, a true bad boy in the family.  How had they ever kept this secret?  But wait. . . could there be more than one Pierman McCoy?  Maybe Pierman was a popular name, and I just didn't realize it.  How could I be sure?

 So I scoured the page reading all of the information about the source information and the description of the records.  According to the information listed, the original records varied but included detailed information about the crime, sentence, and "mugshots" (yea!!!!). . . but the real jewels were found when I clicked on the words Learn more  

According to the Ancestry, information "In the early 1930s, prison officials began studying the personal history of inmates to determine placement in treatment programs."  The listing of personal information was astonishing and now I really wanted to see the original records. But could I? Are they public records? 

 I kept reading. . .  and at the bottom of the page I saw:

"How to Obtain Copies of Original Files:
The original case files are located at the National Archive at Kansas City, arranged numerically by inmate number. Please make sure to include this number when requesting a copy of a file from the archive."

The National Archives Central Plains Region (Kansas City)
400 West Pershing Road

Kansas City, MO 64108

Email: kansascity.archives@nara.gov

I instantly sent an email citing his prisoner number to see if it was possible for me to get his prison file and to make sure that this was "my Pierman".  Happily for me, because I am a terribly impatient person, Jessica Schmidt, the Archives Technician, at the Kansas City Central Plains Region of the National Archives wrote back almost immediately.  It was good news.  The privacy limitation had expired and I could request a copy for $18.  She offered to look up the file and send me some identifying information so I could be sure he was the correct Pierman. She sent me the name of his mother, and Mary matched my gr. grandmother's name but it wasn't definitive.  I decided to write the check anyway because. . . I just had to know.

When the over-sized envelope arrived, I found my great uncle, my grandmother's brother

Pierman McCoy, inmate at Leavenworth Prison 1927 for the Dyer Act

 As I read through each of the documents nothing linked him to my family until I found this telegram that he sent to his mother.

 Now I have my proof.  It appears that my gr. grandmother was staying with my grandmother, her daughter at the time she received this telegram.  Carroll Walker is my grandfather.  As an attorney, I wonder how he felt about Pierman as a brother-in-law? Did he try to help him? My grandmother had four young children at home ages, 11,10,4, and 3.  This was not the first time her brother had caused trouble, and it also wasn't the last. How much did the children know? The only thing I am sure of is that my mother didn't know!

So read ALL of the information that Ancestry.com gives you. Use it as a springboard to find "the rest of the story".  As a family historian you are not measured by how many people are in your tree or how far back you can trace your family.  Can you tell me the story of your family?

 

Citizenship for Owen

 

Yesterday, I told you how I tracked Owen McDonnell's path to citizenship from his letter of first intent  in Wisconsin in 1855 to his naturalization in Iowa on Sept. 5, 1864.  Today, I want to share with you this amazing family document which is in the care and safekeeping of my double cousin, June - the original citizenship paper of Owen William McDonnell who came from Grenagh, Barony of Barretts, County Cork, Ireland.

Think of Ancestry.com as a Springboard

  One of the things I like about the show "Who Do You think You Are" is that they include a variety of other resources besides just Ancestry.com even if that means that the celebrity is chauffeured to the location and sits there waiting like a princess for the genealogist or archivist to present them with copies of documents.  Occasionally they get to handle and leaf through to a pre-tagged page.  But still it does shows a variety of repositories and that not everything is online. I realize that the filming of the episode may preclude this possibility, but it would be nice to see other family researchers  using the historical societies, town archives, and libraries they visit. I suppose a family historian yelling, "I found them!!" in the background might disrupt the solemn unrolling of  a hand lettered family tree done in perfect calligraphy. However, even the restaurants or cafes are usually empty. Genealogy is a growing all consuming passion hobby. . .  but wait, hobby seems too frivolous a word.  Anyway, I think they should show more people engaging in research in the background.
  Now that I have that off my chest, let's get to the topic of this blog post.
  Maybe some of you feel the same way I do and sigh in frustration when your Ancestry.com search results in transcribed documents or the barebones information from an index.  What do you do next? Do you just attach it to the person on your tree and go on. . .or . . . do you read all of the information in the fine print paragraphs at the bottom including "learn more"?  I read. . . and often the information at the bottom is the springboad that I need to locate the original document. Just recently I used this method to track down the  first intent papers of my gg-grandfather, Owen McDonnell of Clinton, Iowa. I have not been able to pin down the passenger ship or exact year he came to this country.  His obituary and his tombstone list two different years of birth and the census records vary as census records always do.  Did he immigrate with any of his brothers, Michael, John, and Bartholomew who also lived in Clinton or alone?

His brothers show up in Clinton county, Iowa in the 1860 census living together.  Michael is married and,according to the census, his daughter was born in Wisconsin.  I asked my friend and researcher extraordinaire, Mary  if she could find their naturalization papers in Clinton. Her search of Ancestry.com had produced typed naturalization cards for a Michael, John, and Owen McDonnell as well as the transcribed record below.

 I found the same records earlier during one of my million searches of Ancestry, but did not connect the Owen from Clinton with the Owen from Wisconsin.  Mary went to the courthouse to see if she could get a copy of the original naturalization documents referenced.  This is what she found:

 

Shucks, there is only minimal information, but it looks like this connects the Owen from Clinton with the Ancestry.com record listed above since they both state there is a record in Walworth County, Wisconsin.  While the record above tells me the original record was filed with the Clerk of Court, the Ancestry.com record says it is currently in the possession of the Walworth County Historical Society and can be found in the "Records of Naturalizations and Declarations of Intent", book one, page 48.

Next, I open my laptop and do a search for Walworth County Wisconsin Historical Society. Success! They have a website and an email contact.  I quickly send an email to Deb Ketchum, hoping that she checked her email often - like hourly. I also found a library phone number and called leaving a message just in case the email wasn't checked. It turns out that she does check her email and listen to her phone messages.  That evening, I found a message on my phone from Deb.  We talked, and she told me that the records were now held by a local university, but that she would make a trip over to see if they had them.  She explained that the underfunded archives were kept in a basement and there had been leaks and other accidents in the past.  She also said that the letters of intent often had very little information and didn't want me to be disappointed.  Within a week I had the records in my hand . . . errr, I mean computer.

Owen's Letter of First Intent

And Michael's

 And John's

Lots of questions remain but Now what did I learn from these brief letters of intent:  The brothers did not immigrate together but each one came separately with my Owen coming last. They all gave their letters of intent the same day. I now know that 1833 is his correct birth year rather than the 1837 in one account.  I know that Owen was the last to come and that his immigration year was 1852 which varied in the census records. This means that the 1851 Irish census showing Owen McDonnell and Julia McDonnell is still a good possibility for mother and son. The month of his immigration was "about September".  Hopefully this will help me find his ship, but it hasn't so far.  They all signed their names rather than make a mark - a source of pride for me, and they all spelled it "MCDONNELL" despite the spelling of McDonald on Owen's.  Now what happened to Bartholomew?  I am still putting the pieces together for him.
 
In a future post, I will show you how the information at the bottom of an Ancestry.com record led to a "bad boy" uncle.