Friday, December 13, 2013

Trip to Ely

Israel F. Shaffer
Last week I wrote about the anticipation and excitement building around my trip to Ely, Iowa, to visit my grandmother's cousin and scan family photos. I tried to tell myself not to get too excited so I wasn't disappointed.

But there was no need for that.

Dan and Jan were extremely gracious to allow me into their home for what became four solid hours of scanning, scanning scanning! I came home with 179 new photos of the Shaffer and Richards family, including a few I had seen before and most that were new to me.

There are too many gems to select the "best" to post here, but I will post a few that spoke to me for a number of reasons. First, is this oval photo of my great-great grandfather, Israel F. Shaffer. Until my trip to Ely I had a handful of photos including Israel, all from his later years. Seeing this photo of a young Israel was absolutely fantastic, especially paired with the young photo of Bessie Dan had emailed the week prior.

Bessie (Richards) Shaffer with her
mother, Katie (Foxwell) Richards
There were many photos of my great-great-great grandmother, Katie (Foxwell) Richards, which was a special treat. Katie lived to be 99 1/2 years old and there are many stories about her in the family. It's great to see her sweet, smiling face in so many images. Even though our times on this earth are separated by 30 years, I can't help but feel a connection and admiration for her in the photos. That's what happens when you do family history research - you start to feel like you know your ancestors.

The photo I chose to post today is one of Katie and her daughter (my great-great grandmother) Bessie. It's just a random candid picture, but it's so incredibly warm and lovely that I just adore it.

This trip didn't satiate my desire for family photos. In fact, it only made it more intense. Now it's time to comb the family tree and figure out who's next. Watch out, cousins, I'm on my way! 

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Anticipation

Bessie (Richards) Shaffer
I've said before my family history research has peaks and lulls. Right now it's definitely at a high point. While I have several ongoing lines of inquiry going on, I'm also working on my never-ending effort to collect, digitize and identify family photos. Last week I blogged about a recent success. Now, I'm poised for another exciting adventure.

Saturday I'm traveling to Ely, Iowa, to visit my grandmother's first cousin and his wife. I wrote to them about a month ago in the hopes of finding photos related to the Shaffer and Richards side of my family tree. These photos have eluded me for years and I've spent considerable time contacting cousins (harassing some, really) and digging around for clues to where they could be. Finally, I tracked down Dan and his wife, wrote a letter, sent it off, and hoped for the best.

I was extremely pleased to get an email a few weeks later saying he'd be happy to help. He even said he'd contact his brother and they'd look through things and get back to me. I was excited about this prospect, and anxious about when we could get together. Then, on Thanksgiving morning, I received an email with this picture. To say this was the highlight of my year would probably be an understatement. Bessie (Richards) Shaffer, the woman in the above image, is my great-great grandmother and a woman with whom I have been fascinated for a long time. She was one of three sisters, the only one to have children, and lived independently until her death at age 97.

For a young girl growing up on a farm in late 19th Century Iowa she was well educated, completing high school and taking two years of classes at Upper Iowa University. She was a hobbyist painter in her young days, a past-time she unfortunately gave up after marrying Israel Shaffer in 1905.

Details about her life are numerous. My mother, Bessie's great-granddaughter, was a junior in college when Bessie passed away, so she had the unique opportunity of knowing her great-grandmother as an adult. Bessie's long life means much was said and written about her. On this blog I've included some of those things, including her first-person account of wedding preparations compiled for a local history when she was 96.

With all that was known about Bessie's long life, little of it was documented in photos - at least not photos I have seen! I knew in my very bones they had to be out there. In my years of traveling, interviewing, digging, prodding, scanning, and investigating I had never seen photos of Bessie younger than her late-30s. They were always photos with other people and her grown children. Most were by the time she was a grandparent. No childhood photos. No wedding photos. No photos of any kind. The same for her husband, Israel.

When I contacted Dan about the Shaffer and Richards photos I hoped he might have a few that would help fill in these gaps. When my email popped up Thanksgiving morning with this photo, labeled "graduation picture" my heart skipped a beat. After more than 15 years of searching I finally had a photo of Bessie as a young woman - probably 18 years old - looking quite elegant.

Needless to say the photo has already found its place on the wall in my study.

I know it's not good to set too high of an expectation. I know there are more photos and I know I'll get a chance to see and scan them Saturday. In my head I'm dreaming about how amazing they are and how they'll fill in all the gaps in my family history and all puzzles will be solved and the world will be wonderful. My goal now is to temper that excitement. I know no matter what the day brings, having this photo of Bessie is already more than I could have imagined.

Updates (and photos) this weekend...

Monday, November 25, 2013

Never say never

The Kuhse and Peters families, circa 1940.
If there's one thing I've learned in the family history process it's that there's no such thing as a dead end. Sure, it may seem daunting and there may be barriers that appear impenetrable (I have several), but if you keep looking and searching and digging and asking and wondering sometimes those previously unsolvable questions find themselves answered.

This had been true for me on dozens occasions, most recently this afternoon, with the arrival of a thick envelope in the US Mail. It was from my second cousin once removed, a woman I have never met, nor had I communicated with until a week ago when I sent her enlarged photocopies of three photos and a simple plea: Please help me identify these people.

I first noticed this photo because it had my grandmother
(third from right), my great grandmother (right) and my
great aunt Dorothy (left).
In my quest to digitize and categorize all of my family photos (think Prometheus pushing that boulder up Mt. Olympus) I've come across many, many, many photos without names, dates, or anything to indicate I should know the people they document. The most recent puzzle came from an album that once belonged to my paternal grandmother. Among the many photos I recognized there were three that were a mystery. Two contained faces I instantly recognized, including my grandparents, my grandmother's siblings, their mother (my great grandmother). Others were unknown to me.

As I usually do with unknown images, I start comparing to those I know. It helped that I knew about half the people in two photos. With that many family the rest (I assumed) were family as well. There was also an older woman standing next to my great grandmother in both images that looked like it could be her sister. But which sister (she had three)?

To determine which sister, I looked at the other people in the photo. There were three women besides those from my family, my great grandmother and her sister. A quick peruse of the family tree showed that only one of my great grandmother's sisters had three daughters: Aunt Lizzie.

Unfortunately, Aunt Lizzie and her children are dead. Time to look into her grandchildren. Through the awesome power of Google, I found the address of one of her granddaughters, still living in the same area where the family has been for decades. Taking a leap of faith, I printed the three photos, slapped them in an envelope, and sent them off the Lake View, Iowa.

The little girl in this photo ended up being the woman who
helped identify the people in all three.
I had almost forgot about it until the mail arrived today. Inside, along with a lovely note, were the same printouts I had sent, but this time with all the names written on them confirming the identities of every person in the pictures. It was Aunt Lizzie's family! In fact, toe youngest child in the photos is the very woman with whom I was corresponding!

I now look forward to printing these images off and sending them to her as she requested. She said she had never seen the photos before and wanted nice copies. It's a simple request I'm more than happy to fulfill.

Three photos officially off the "unidentified" list - only about a million more to go!

Saturday, November 16, 2013

Sisters

It's a gloomy, damp day today - warmer than normal for mid-November. I decided it was a good afternoon to spend in the dark research room at the Tama County Historical Society, combing through microfilm records of the Gladbrook Tama Northern newspaper.

As the clock neared closing time I remembered my blog. Specifically, I remembered my discussion of Henry Staker's journey back to Germany in 1910 and how I wanted to know what he did, with whom he visited, etc. Through the wonders of modern technology I pulled up my blog on my smartphone and refreshed myself on what I did know: He left in April 1910 and returned in July. I previously found newspaper accounts in the Tama Northern about his departure, but it spoke nothing of his return. It did, nowever, list him as "Henry Staker of Traer".

So why wasn't I looking in the Traer Star-Clipper?

With 15 minutes left before library closing, I pulled the film roll for 1910 and wheeled forward to April of that year. There, on page five of the April 15 issue, was the following item: Henry Stacker leaves the 30th of April for Germany to spend the summer visiting.

Okay, I knew that. I wasn't looking for that to give more details, but to verify that the Star-Clipper would have info about his comings and goings in general. Fast forward a few months to July. I knew from the ship manifest records that Henry returned to the US via New York July 2, 1910. What did the Traer Star-Clipper have to say about that?

Here's where it gets interesting.
The Traer Star-Clipper July 8, 1910, p. 8

Henry Staker, of Grant township, arrived home Tuesday from a trip of two months to Germany. He has sisters in that country, which he had not seen in forty years. After this trip he is better than satisfied with America. A young German named Carl Schmedtke came to America with him and will work in this locality. 
There it is...sort of. Sisters! Henry had sisters! Of course, this doesn't have their names or where they lived, but it's a huge step forward in understanding the family he left behind. This is the first time I've ever heard anything about siblings for Henry, so it gives direction for what to investigate further.

Next, I want to find out who Carl Schmedtke is. I would think if he was a nephew he'd be listed as such, but I won't rule it out. It seems odd, however, to usher a young German man to America without some kind of familial connection - if only being from the same hometown.

As always with family history, more answers drum up more questions. But isn't that half the fun?

Monday, November 11, 2013

Faces on the wall

This weekend I did a little home redecorating in my study. I have thousands and thousands of family photos from my years of doing research - all carefully scanned and archived on my computer, the originals carefully tucked away in boxes.

What good does that do!?

This wall is a collection of photos, documents, and artwork showing nearly every branch of my family. There's a mix of sizes, centuries, formal and candid images. Sometimes it's those candid shots - when spontaneous moments are captured on film - that are my favorites.

Saturday, November 2, 2013

Henry hits the seas

Today I came one step closer to figuring out how, when, and where Henry Staker immigrated to the US.

Previously, I thought he came in September 1870 on the steamship Italy. His obituary and Census records always claimed he came in 1869, but since I couldn't find anything in that year I made the (incorrect) assumption that 1870 was the actual date.

This week when I uncovered Henry's passport application from 1910, I found he claimed to immigrate "on or about" Dec. 2, 1869. The application didn't specify if that was the date of departure or arrival. Under the steamship name he wrote "don't know". Super.

So, it was back to the drawing board. This morning I undertook the tedious effort of going through German passenger lists, combing through records in the hopes of finding something close to Henry Staker in the rolls. I searched Henry, Henrich, Heinr, and Staker, Stacker, Stecker, and everything in between. After about an hour, I found a promising hit on Heinrich Stäcker.

Heinrich Stäcker was listed as 24 in 1869, which is a few years older than Henry Staker, but not an automatic rule-out. I've seen ages on documents vary 3-5 years depending on the record. I also know from Henry's naturalization paper that in 1883 he still spelled his name Stäker.

The next big clue was his home: Bramstedt. In Henry's obituary it says he was born in Harmstedt, Holstein. To date, I have no been able to find a Harmstedt. I have found in researching other German ancestors like Henry Sienknecht and Henry Kuhse that families often approximated the names of hometowns according to what they could remember. Freida (Krambeck) Sienknecht's home town of Lindhöft was spelled Linahoft, Linden, Lindenhof and Linahof depending on the record. A quick Google of Bramstedt came up with Bad Bramstedt in Schleswig-Holstein.

Heinrich Stäcker was also listed as a farmhand, which also makes sense, as he came to Iowa to become a farmer.

The only problem is there's no corresponding passenger list for the steamship Roland in New York in November or December 1869. The Hamburg departure list says the ship was destined for New York via Liverpool. Did the ship never make it? A search or records shows the Roland was still crossing the Atlantic into the 1890s, so it didn't go out of commission. Heinrich Stäcker doesn't appear on any New York passenger lists in 1869 - at least not that I've found yet.

I still have to go through the 5,000 records for the Roland that come up in an Ancestry search, but there is another possibility...

My father once told me that his grandfather (Henry's eldest son) used to say his father came to the US as a stowaway. The passenger list for the Roland leaving Hamburg was short, only a scant dozen names. Heinrich isn't listed as traveling first class, second class, or steerage on the Roland. In fact, it isn't specified. Is there something below steerage? Did he somehow finagle a ticket just sitting on deck or working his way to Liverpool? Once in England, did his ride on the Roland end? Did he find a way to the US on another ship, perhaps illegally hiding aboard another steamship? Since the Roland left Hamburg on Nov. 5, 1869, you would expect it to arrive in New York within two weeks. If Henry didn't arrive until Dec.2 as he specified on his passport, perhaps his trip was delayed by lack of funds, or lack of a legal ticket across the water.

There are still a lot of questions, some that may never have answers. But I feel like I'm getting closer, especially with the knowledge that Henry was almost certainly from Bad Bramstedt instead of Harmstedt. I have wanted to find a way to do research in Germany for a long time, but was not certain where to start. Now, I'm ready for the next step.

Thursday, October 31, 2013

The Daker File

Just last night I wrote about the mysteries surrounding my great-great grandfather, Henry Staker, and his family in his native Germany. As happens so often when writing on this blog, chronicling my experiences on a topic gives immediately piques my interests in something that may have been on the back burner for months or abandoned due to frustration.

This time it was travel records. As I wrote last night, I recently discovered Henry traveled back to Germany in the summer of 1910. I still don't know who he saw or what he did during that time, but I hope to figure that out along the way.

I also wrote about how difficult it can be to find information on his roots because of the various ways I find Staker spelled (and misspelled) in documents.

Last night, after hitting "publish" I went back to Ancestry and decided to do more digging into immigration and travel. I was specifically looking at Mr. and Mrs. Chris Hoeppner, the couple listed in the newspaper clipping as traveling companions for Henry. Searching for them, I found ship manifests showing their return from Germany around the same time, though on a different ship. I also found Mr. Hoeppner's passport application from April 1910.

Then, it hit me: Shouldn't Henry have a passport as well? In the many times I've searched "Henry Staker" in Ancestry there has never been a passport application come up in the results. But if someone traveling with him from the same area at the same time had a passport, shouldn't he?

This is where the name issue comes into play. First, I searched for "Staker" and then "Stacker" without results. When names don't work, I try other things. It can be tedious, but in this case it worked out. I searched for passport applications for people from Reinbeck, Iowa. No Henry. Then, I searched for applications from Traer, Iowa. Again, no Henry Staker.

But there was a Henry Daker.

I decided to give it a shot. I hoped the item and instantly knew it was him. Henry Daker, address Traer, Iowa, was born May 17, 1848, in Holstein, Iowa, just like Henry Staker. The application was filed April 15, 1910, shortly before Henry Staker headed to Germany.

What made it official was opening the scan of the original file. It was clear to me the application said Henry STAKER. The problem wasn't in how the officials spelled his name - it was how it was transcribed for Ancestry! The script of the capital "S" and lowercase "t" blended together enough that someone mistook the two letters for one, rendering the last name Daker and the application hidden to all my previous queries. I wonder how many other gems are hidden out there because of this issue!?

Now that I have the passport application, I have another mystery. The application has great information, including the date when the applicant entered the country if they're an immigrant. Henry always wrote that he arrived in 1869, but several years ago I thought I found him in passenger lists in September 1870. I chalked it up to Henry estimating or Census takers misquoting. But here, on his passport application, Henry was specific about the date he came to the U.S.: Dec. 2, 1869. Naturally, the application says "on or about" Dec. 2, 1869, but it seems like too specific of a date for a guess. Now, it's time to find out what ship (application says "don't know"), what port, and if Dec. 2, is his arrival in the U.S. or departure from Germany.

More answers mean more questions!

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Henry goes home

Henry & Minnie (Boldt) Staker
The ironic thing about my years of family history research is that the one name that's always somewhat eluded me has been my own.

Once you start researching you start to collect a lengthy list of surnames, especially when you get five, six, or seven generations back in your tree. These branches of my tree have roots all over Europe, with the majority located in Germany.

It was there, in 1848, that Henry Staker was born. Henry, my great-great grandfather, was the patriarch of the Staker family in Iowa. He came to the U.S. on his one in 1870 (his obituary said 1869, but passenger lists showed it was a year later). Like many Iowa Germans he made his way to Davenport before - for reasons yet unknown - he came to Tama County.

In 1877 he married another German, Wilhelmina Boldt, a woman 10 years his junior who had also settled in Tama County. The couple farmed in Grant Township and raised a family of 12 children (plus two who died in infancy). Wilhelmina, or Minnie has she was known, passed away Dec. 29, 1929, in Gladbrook, Iowa. Three days later, on the morning of what was supposed to be Minnie's funeral, Henry passed away as well. At the time of their deaths the Stakers had 37 living grandchildren, and six great-grandchildren. As the years progressed the generations expanded, creating an expansive Staker family that is still well-represented in Tama County - myself included.

While the legacy of Henry's family his well known, his heritage remains a mystery. Minnie came to the U.S. as a child with her parents and three brothers, all of whom lived in Tama County. She had an uncle in Tama County, another in Davenport, and numerous cousins. Henry came to the U.S. alone. There were no other Stakers on any U.S. Census records who weren't his direct descendants. His only family was the one he had with Minnie.

Perhaps most frustrating has been the inability to find Henry before he arrived in the U.S. I haven't had the time or resources to actually do research in Germany, but searches of online databases have proven fruitless. There have been some clues along the way. The 1925 Iowa Census, which had respondents write their parents' names (including mother's maiden name), told me Henry's parents were Hans and Margaret (Siems) Staker.

 Of course, anyone who conducts family history research knows how unreliable spelling is in Census records. In fact, spelling has always been an issue for the Stakers. On Henry's naturalization certificate his name is spelled Stäker. The pronunciation has always been contested too, though it's well established that the original German sounded more like Stacker instead of Staker, and early newspaper accounts of the family added the "c" to the name.

"Grandpa Staker's Folks" was the only
information written on the back of this
small, misshapen old image.
The closest I've come to identifying anything about his past was a small photo. It was stashed in a box that belonged to Elaine Marken, Henry's granddaughter and my grandfather's first cousin. Elaine's niece gave me a collection of Staker family photos several years ago. Among them was a small, odd-shaped, sepia-toned image of an older couple. On the back in pencil was scrolled "Grandpa Staker's folks". Since Elaine's tie to the Staker family was through her mother, I assumed the "grandpa" involved was Henry, making the photo Hans and Margaret.

But what happened to them? How long were they alive? When was the photo taken? I highly doubt Henry was an only child and the photo is clearly taken after Henry was in the U.S. Did they correspond? What were his connections to his homeland?

This summer, I found another clue. While combing through the archives at the Tama County Historical Society and studying The Tama Northern newspaper from Gladbrook, I came across this entry April 28, 1910.
Mr. and Mrs. Chris Hoeppner and Henry Stacker of Traer left Tuesday on an extended visit with relatives in Germany. They will be accompanied by Mr. and Mrs. John Hoeppner of Walcut, Iowa. The party expects to be in the Fatherland about three months.
 The first thing I did when discovering this was to research Mr. and Mrs. Chris Hoeppner. So far their connection to Henry other than being German has eluded me. For a time I started thinking this was a typo, that it wasn't Henry Staker, but some other Henry or a different last night. I once read a story stating the death of twin boys, both of whom I new when they were in their late 80s. Mistakes happened. Reporting was sloppy. Most of the time it was someone on the neighborhood just writing down gossip, third-hand details, and suppositions.

I put the details out of my mind for a while and went on to other things. Today, on a complete whim, I decided to log into Ancestry.com and search for Henry. I've done that many, many times, but every month or so I like to go back and re-search for someone. I always hope some distant cousin has suddenly posted a tree and tons of photos. (Actually did happen once, but that's another post).

This time what came up were ship manifests. They were the same ones that showed up every time I search for Henry, one being his immigration record from 1870 and others being nonstarters - or so I thought! This time, I looked with the newspaper clipping as context. If Henry left for Germany in April 1910 as the paper claimed, perhaps one of these records would show his arrival back home. The newspaper said he'd be gone nearly three months. Sure enough, among the German passenger lists was Henry Staker traveling from Hamburg back to the US, departing June 23, 1910.

But, was it him?

My answer to that is "Yes, I'm pretty sure." I say "pretty sure" because with family history it's hard to ever be really certain unless you have first-hand accounting or primary sources. There are enough factors in this record, however, to make me confident this is my Henry. First, the name (obviously). Next, the age: The passenger list says he was 63 (born in 1847), which is definitely close enough to 1848 to count (Old ship manifests had wide ranging ages for people, as did Census records. If a date is within a few years of the recorded birth year I consider it verified.).

The real clue came from what he listed as his residence and ethnicity.
Residence: Reinberk
Ethnicity/Nationality: USA (American)
I believe Reinberk is a transcription error and should read Reinbeck, as in Reinbeck, Iowa, the Grundy County town near where Henry lived. His Grant Township farm was somewhere between Traer and Reinbeck, so Reinbeck could have been the post office from which he received mail. The fact he lists his nationality as "American" says to me this Henry and mine are one in the same.

A search of American port arrivals shows the ship arrived July 2, 1910, in New York, with Henry (now listed as 62) on board.

So, now that I've confirmed Henry traveled back to his homeland for the summer of 1910, the next question is deceptively simple: What was he doing there!?

That's a question still in want of an answer at this point. Without knowing more about his family in Germany, it's impossible to know who was living, who he visited, where he stayed, and what occurred during his few months abroad. I would like to think he visited relatives and told about his life in Iowa with a large family, many grandchildren, a prosperous farm, and general success. I wonder if his parents were still living. Was this when he brought back their small photo? Did he have aunts, uncles, sisters, brothers, cousins? Did they gather to see their American cousin come home after 40 years?

There are so many questions related to Henry's trip. I don't know if I'll ever find the answers. However, I'm confident - now that I know he did, in fact, travel to Germany as the newspaper said - that those answers do exist.

Somewhere.

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Making connections

I started the blog in the hopes fellow family historians out there would find me, find shared surnames, see familiar faces in previously unidentified photos, and end up solving all of my problems.

Perhaps that last part is too lofty a goal, but for the rest, I'm happy to say it's working amazingly well!

I've connected with several distant Sabin cousins and through them have identified various photos. Most recently I heard from Derek Swezey, another descendent of Oliver and Maria (Swezey) Sabin, who helped identify two additional photos in Grandma Sabin's album. Both photos were actually photos of Rosa Swezey, Oliver and Maria's daughter and one of the few individuals who had an identified photo in my collection! Now that I've compared this photo with others, it's hard for me to know how I didn't see the similarities earlier. Sometimes when you're doing this for so long you almost become blind to the subtle clues that can lead to the answers.

Derek told me he would be sharing my blog with others in his family, so I hope they come here, read this, and can find the same success. I look forward to future connections!

Rosa Swezey
Rosa Swezey
Rosa Swezey
The top photo was the one that had been identified by handwriting on the back as "Rosa Swezey, 1871". The bottom two were identified with the help of Derek Swezey comparing the identified photo to the other unmarked images.

We're live!

Tama County Historical Society & Genealogical Library has a website!

Check out www.tamacountyhistory.org to browse a list of collections, see photos of museum holdings, submit unidentified photos from Tama County past and learn about upcoming educational programs.

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Historical Society website

I'm excited to say the Tama County Historical Society & Genealogical Library will be jumping into the 21st Century!

Last week the board approved creating a website for the museum and library, a task I have happily volunteered to orchestrate. Work has already begun on creating a site to inform visitors about the great things at the Historical Society, as well as the many ways they can become involved in research or volunteering. The hope it to no longer be "the best kept secret" in family history research and grow the membership base.

Look for the launch of www.tamacountyhistory.org in the next month.

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Sons of Sara

I'm starting to think all this time I just wasn't trying hard enough. Lately I've been having a great deal of luck in identifying photos that I had long ago dismissed as "Unknowns" or "Names I'll never figure out." They've been on boxes for years and every time I dig through the archives I see them again and think "I'll never figure out who these people are" and put them back.

 But not today!

Today's triumph is a photo of two young men - boys, really. On the back in old, faded pencil is written "Sara Burdett Boys, Washington".

I have had no idea who Sara Burdett was.

This used to stop me from scanning and archiving photos, but not anymore. As I cataloged the "unknown" photos I decided to try and find the Sara Burdett and figure out just how we were related. I knew members of the Jackson family were on the west coast, so I thought maybe a connection existed there. I searched simply "Sara Burdett" and "Washington, USA" in Ancestry and came up with sparse results. I started going after one Sara who was born in Canada, but I quickly went down the rabbit hole and found myself looking at English families in the 1700s. Not my Sara.

 So I cleared the search and tried again. This time I found a Sara O. Burdett living in Washington in 1910. She was widowed at the time, so I had to do a few more searches to find her son, Thomas, and find him in an earlier Census with Sarah O. Burdett and her husband, Eli. Eli and Sara had two sons, Eli and Charles.

Two sons - two boys in the picture. We're getting closer.

Next, was Sarah's maiden name. If this was my Sara Burdett she had to be related, right? She wasn't just going to be some random friend on the coast. Women are notoriously hard to find through the Census because of name changes - especially when the maiden name is unknown. I decided to search for Eli. I saw he was born in Iowa, so I felt there was promise. Census records went back to 1856 for Eli, and I found him in 1860 and 1870. It was in 1880, however, while he was living in Nebraska, that I found my answer. There, at the end of the list of household members, was Sara Burdett.

Or, rather, Sarah Sabin.

Ancestry makes related searches pretty simply, so when I clicked on Sarah Sabin the "related records" column quickly brought me back to 1870 when Sarah was living in Howard Township, Tama County, Iowa, with her father, William Jerome Sabin, also known as my great-great-great-great uncle.

Sarah (Sabin) Burdett is my first cousin four times removed. She and my great-great grandmother, Delila Pearl (Sabin) Reinig, were first cousins. That's why her photos was among Pearl's items and why a woman on the west coast would send photos of her boys back to Iowa.

Another mystery solved. Only a thousand more to go...

Monday, September 9, 2013

Sienknecht Family Reunion

The Henry & Frieda (Krambeck) Sienknecht Family
Front (L to R): Henry Sienknecht, Frieda (Sienknecht) Sabin, Frieda (Krambeck)
Sienknecht.Back: Henry Sienknecht Jr., Maggie (Sienknecht) Fink, Fred Sienknecht,
Lilly (Sienknecht) Staker, John C. Sienknecht.
Yesterday was the annual Sienknecht Family Reunion held in Lincoln, Iowa. The descendants of Henry and Frieda (Krambeck) Sienknecht have been gathering in Lincoln for decades, but it's only in the last four years I've been attending. In that time, I've become the unofficial official historian of the family, so everyone seems to look forward to seeing me - or specifically, what I've uncovered.

This year was a special milestone in the Sienknecht family, though I didn't realize it until after the reunion was coming to a close: It's the 130th anniversary of the Sienknecht family in America. Well, the 130th anniversary of our branch of the family, anyway. Henry, Frieda, and little Henry Jr. set sail from Germany in November 1883 and made their way to New York, then to Rock Island, Illinois, and in 1893 to Tama County, Iowa, were they set down roots that remain today.

Being that far removed from the family patriarch means most of those in attendance at the reunion are Henry's great-grandchildren. His children's generation is long gone and only a handful of the grandchildren's generation remain. On Sunday four from that generation were in attendance, one grandson and three granddaughters-in-law. It was good to see and talk to them and great to get their assistance in identifying the people in a photo from a Sienknecht family reunion in the 1940s.

The reunion is always a chance to visit with distant cousins, but also make new connections. I've found over the years of doing research that people don't always realize what they have. As usual, I created a handout with photos from the different branches of the family. Most of the photos came from people at the reunion, the result of hours spent at the kitchen tables of those present, combing through scrapbooks and scanning photos. As people looked through the pictures and shared stories, several came up to me to say thank you, but also say "You know, I have this photo at home I think you should include. I'll mail it to you." or "If you want to come over to my house, I have a box of photos that belonged to my late mother you could go through." Just from Sunday alone I had tentative plans to visit at least one relative and the promise from another to send me photos to scan.

At the end of the reunion the group discussed the future of the Sienknecht Family Reunion. What used to be a big event was dwindled over the years to a crowd of fewer than 30. Thankfully the consensus was to continue the tradition - only change the location. There are more families with the Sienknecht name in the Clutier area, so the 2014 reunion will be held there. Hopefully in the year between now and then I'll have visited more Sienknecht cousins, scanned more photos, unearthed more history, and have a new, improved history book to share.

Only 364 days until the next reunion. Time to get to work!

Monday, September 2, 2013

Worth it

Yesterday I attended a Labor Day Weekend dinner at my brother and sister-in-law's house. Also in attendance were my parents, my aunt, my grandfather and his wife.

As I wrote earlier this week, I'm currently scanning all of my great aunt Helen's slides and making high-quality digital copies. Helen was grandpa's sister and he is featured in many photos. I told him about my project and pulled up a few of the photos I was able to access via my phone (ones I had emailed my mother last week). I brought up on the screen a picture of him, age 19, standing next to his grandma on her 83rd birthday.

He was instantly taken aback by it. With a slight inhale and a youthful lilt to his voice, he said "Oh! That's my grandma!" He seemed genuinely delighted to see a photo of his dear grandmother by his side, a photo he hadn't seen in decades and probably didn't realize existed.

Seeing that look of shock and joy on his face made all the hours of tedious scanning, editing, and archiving totally worthwhile.

Happy Labor Day!

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Everybody needs a Helen

Helen
I hope everyone has an Aunt Helen in their life.

My Aunt Helen was my grandfather's sister. She never married and lived her whole life with her parents and her older sister, Pauline. By the time I was old enough to get to know her she had advanced Parkinson's Disease. She was sharp, funny, and caring, but generally pretty quiet. She passed away when I was 16 years old and while I would say I was close to her, in many ways I didn't really know her.

I didn't know, for instance, that Helen was an avid photographer. It was well known among my mother's generation that if there was a family gathering it was going to be Helen behind the camera lens. She was also meticulous. She had her photos made into slides, which were then painstakingly documented. Each slide was identified with the date, place, and the names of the people in the image. Every. Single. Slide. Thousands of images chronicling decades of the family, all neatly boxed and tucked away.

I knew about these slides, but never gave them much thought. When Helen died all her things were willed to her sister, Pauline, and when Pauline passed away she left all her family heirlooms to me. Since I also purchased Pauline's house, the boxes of slides remained on a top shelf in a spare bedroom, tucked out of sight and for the most part out of mind.

At one time I did look through a few of them and saw images I knew I needed to digitize. Unfortunately, I had a scanner that didn't do the images justice. They came out dark, grainy, and sometimes unrecognizable. After scanning a few images I accepted the fact I probably wouldn't ever get the clean image transfer I'd hoped for.

That was several years ago, and every once in a while I'd think to myself "I need to check out those slides again." I thought about this more after purchasing a new scanner, which promises crisper resolution and the potential to render the slides as high-quality digital images.

So on Sunday, while I was organizing other photos I planned to scan (or rescan at a higher resolution) I shuffled around some boxes and saw the slides, and thought "Let's see if I can do anything with these."

I sat down at 9am with a cup of coffee, a box of slides, my laptop and scanner. Fast forward to 8pm and I had five years and 375 images scanned, another two decades and countless images to go.

What's so great about Helen's photos is that they capture the everyday life of my family sixty years ago. There are photos of people laughing, people eating, people lounging around the house, the farm, the park. There are multiple generations - grandparents and great grandparents along with young children. There are vacations and birthday parties and farm sales. There's just about everything you would expect - and all of it is documented.

The boxes of Helen's slides start in 1953 and continue into the 1970s. The last box says on the top "Slides 1971- ?" I'm not sure yet where they end, or what precipitated their end. In my life time I never recalled Helen taking a single picture, but I knew her as the quiet, white-haired aunt whose Parkinson's tremors would have made it hard to be the prolific photographer she once was. Perhaps as children grew and older generations passed away Helen found less she wanted to photograph. Like so many family history questions, they're formed too late to find answers.

Fortunately, the subject and context of the slides are in no way ambiguous. Helen was meticulous, careful, and thoughtful. Scanning is tedious, as I can only scan four at a time and the high resolution needed to produce quality images takes a long time. The result, however, it totally worth the wait.

Thanks, Helen, for everything.
Helen's grandmother, Clara Finch, with Helen's nieces (Clara's great-granddaughters).
Yes, this is the Clara Finch, as in the former Mrs. Loren Finch so often mentioned on this blog.

My great grandfather/Helen's father (right) with his uncles.

Helen's parents' farm sale Jan. 5, 1956.

Helen's mother, sister, and nieces outside their house (and now my house).


Wednesday, August 14, 2013

The Hunt for Loren

As I continue my relentless hunt of the habitual drunkard and deadbeat dad (and my great-great grandfather) Loren A. Finch, my work right now focuses on gaining a better picture of his life with his wife, Clara, during their tumultuous marriage (1896-1909).

I've chronicled in this blog my use of census data, as well as city directories to pinpoint his location during the short 13 years of their relationship as husband and wife. Now, I'm focusing on newspapers, hoping to find mention of things he said or did during those times.

Several years ago I found the obituary of their five-week-old daughter, Dorothea, in 1901. It has been the only mention of Loren I'd found, though I hadn't looked much. Last weekend while researching in the State of Iowa Historical Society Library I came across two mentions of Loren and Clara in the Marshalltown Times-Republican:

Dec. 4, 1896, p. 7

Licensed to Wed.

Loren A. Finch, boilermaker, of Boone, aged 21, and Clara Wilson, aged 25, of Tama County.
---


Dec. 8, 1896, p. 6


Loren A. Finch, a boiler maker of Boone, and Miss Clara Wilson, of Tama County, were made man and wife by Justice Ames Saturday afternoon.
---


A very simple, straightforward announcement to the start of a very complicated marriage.

Each clue is a step closer. The search continues...

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Family History Summer winds down

Sunday I took what looks to be my final family history road trip for this summer. This time it was short - just 20 minutes up the road to Gladbrook, Iowa. There I met with two distant cousins (second cousins once removed to be exact) and once again used my handy scanner and laptop to add more photos to my family collection.

These cousins have lived in the area all their lives and I grew up around them, but it wasn't until I started doing family history that I realized we were related. In fact, I find more and more that I went to high school with a surprising number of people who share branches on my family tree. Our roots run deep in Tama County!

I didn't really get to know Trudi and Susan until a few years ago when I started attending the Sienknecht Family Reunions in Lincoln, Iowa. Now I know more about them and their families, which continue to grow - a reason why I scoff at anyone who asks if I'm "done" with the family history. How is that ever possible?

There's not much more to update about this trip except that it will probably be my last for a while. Family history is fun, but time-consuming and unfortunately it's payoffs aren't monetary.

Until next time...

Charles and Margarethe (Sienknecht) Fink.

Friday, August 9, 2013

Finding direction in directories

Among all the things I could use in family history research, city directories have never been very high on my list. In fact, I've never given them any thought. I never thought they could provide anything other than proving someone was living in a certain city at a certain time.

Recently (and by recently I mean yesterday) I decided to give them another look and now I'm a full convert.

City Directories around the turn of the last century provide a surprising amount of detail about your ancestors, including name, spouses name, street address, occupation (including employer) and whether they rent or own. In many ways it serves as a census between censuses. The only thing missing is birth dates and place of birth.

As I've written here before, largest, most aggravating mystery in my family history is the life of my great-great grandfather, Loren A. Finch. It's been more than a century since he walked out on his wife and children and to date no one knows what happened to him. I have always believed my great grandmother, who was 11 when her father walked out on the family, had some idea of where he went, but she never spoke of him during her lifetime. He wasn't a good father, a good husband, or generally a good person. I wish I could know more of what made him who he was. He and Clara, my great-great grandmother were married Dec. 4, 1896, nearly a full year before my great grandmother entered the world, so I have to believe they married for some reason other than necessity. Looking at Clara's affidavit for divorce, it's clear their relationship soured quickly.

…during the time that this plaintiff lived with said defendant he did not support her; that he at different times during their married life left this plaintiff and their four minor children destitute without money or any means of support, and that during their married life the said defendant spent $1800.00* of this plaintiff’s money, and that when he finally left this plaintiff as above alleged he left her and their said minor children destitute and has refused and neglected to support her or their said children, and at times that this plaintiff has been compelled to call upon the town or county where they resided for aid; That after the marriage of this plaintiff and said defendant the said defendant has become an habitual drunkard and that said habit grew upon him to such an extent that he would become intoxicated at any and all times that it was possible for him to get liquor, and that at one time when living in Boone the said defendant came to this plaintiff and took from her ten cents, all of the money that she had, and spent it for whiskey…
*About $42,000 in 2013 currency. 

I know from the US Census in 1900 that Loren and Clara were living in Boone, Iowa, where he was employed as a fireman on the railroad. In the 1905 Iowa Census they are living in Madrid, Iowa. Loren walked out Jan. 9, 1909, and Clara filed for divorce in October of the same year, so by the time the Census taker strolled into town in 1910 Clara was listed as married, but living alone with her children. 

For many years I've assumed those were the only clues I had of their married life together. The in-between years were left to speculation, as no one alive them is around to share details of their home, nor  where they apt to do so when they were living. Newspapers, which so often provide glimpses into the everyday life of ancestors, could hold clues, but research is limited due to geography and time. The only newspaper reference to Loren I've uncovered to date is the obituary Dorothea, Loren and Clara's daughter who died in 1901.
The Boone County Democrat, March 29, 1901 p. 8
 FINCH- The five week old daughter of Mr. and Mrs. L.C. Finch of Des Moines died at the parental home of J.W. Finch, 4020 Harrison St. on Friday evening about 7:30 o'clock. The funeral was held Saturday afternoon at 2:30 o'clock and after brief services by Rev. S.E. Wilcox the remains were laid to rest in East Linwood.
It's been several years since I found this sad chronicle while combing the archives at the State Historical Society in Des Moines. At the time, I didn't give much thought to the details outside of the actual death. I didn't think about the fact it mentioned Loren and Clara lived in Des Moines, or that the daughter was living in Boone with her grandparents when she passed away. 


This is where it becomes important to think of each item as one piece of a much larger puzzle. Here we have Clara's statement to the courts detailing how Loren was unable to provide for his family, followed by a article about an infant's death that occurred at the home of her grandparents living in a separate town than her mother and father. Why were they not living together? What was happening in their lives at this time?

These questions are what led me to begin appreciating the information in city directories.

Loren is always on my mind when doing research, but I don't always make him the focus. Yesterday I decided to look into him again with a cursory Ancestry.com search. Once again, the search revealed the usual facts: the 1880 US Census (he was 6 years old), the 1895 Iowa Census, the 1900 US Census, etc. There was also the long list of city directory searches, mostly in Des Moines, Iowa. I looked at one, dated 1947, and was perplexed. Could it be this easy? Was Loren alive and residing in Des Moines all this time? 

No. It's never that easy.

The directory listing was for Clara, who by some cruel irony was still listed as the wife of Loren Finch in the city directory, some 40 years after their marriage ended. I can only imagine how bitter she must have felt about still being considered "Loren Finch's wife" instead of her own person. 

Further down the search results list, however, I found earlier listings - much earlier. I clicked on one from 1900 and found the following entry in a Des Moines city directory:

City Directory for Des Moines, Iowa, 1900.
I already knew from the 1900 US Census that Loren was a fireman on the railroad, but this provided not only his job, but his employer (the Chicago and North Western Railroad) and his place of residence, 703 Lyon Street.

I continued looking through the records and found the next year, 1901, the same year little Dorothea passed away in Boone. 

City Directory for Des Moines, Iowa, 1901.
This is where I really started to appreciate the information directories can provide. A year after Loren was living and working in Des Moines the directory still has him listed, but states he had "removed to Boone, Ia." Perhaps when young Dorothea passed away they family was in the process of relocating, or part of the family had come to reside with his parents while he transitioned to a new home and new work. There are many possibilities, none of which will probably be answered.

The next year (1902), Clara is living alone in Des Moines. 

City Directory for Des Moines, Iowa, 1902.
She's still listed as Mrs. Clara Finch, but no mention of Loren. Unfortunately there is no online Boone city directory for 1902, so his residence is unknown at the time. What is known is that he wasn't in Des Moines with his wife. Was this one of those times, as Clara stated in the divorce petition, where he left the family destitute and alone? Was he on a prolonged bender, spending money on whiskey while she did what she could to care for her children? 

By 1903 Loren and family were together again, this time living in Boone, where Loren continued working as a fireman for C&NW Railroads.

City Directory for Boone, Iowa, 1903.
By 1904, Loren and family had moved yet again, though still in Boone. He was no longer employed with the railroad, and was listed dubiously as a "laborer".

City Directory for Boone, Iowa, 1904.
 That's where the trail goes cold. In 1905 Loren and family were living in Madrid, Iowa, though his employment unknown. According to Clara's statement, they moved to Tama County (where she grew up and where her father and step-mother still lived) around 1907. The city directory offerings on Ancestry are spotty. Boone, for example, doesn't have 1905 or 1906 online. What is available provides a informative look into the life of the elusive Loren Finch. It shows how transient the family was, how unreliable his employment became, and gives a better idea of what kind of life poor Clara and her children had to live during their decade in his house.

If you haven't considered using city directories in your research, I highly suggest you give them a second look. You might be amazed by what you learn.