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.
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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.
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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.

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Who Do You Think You Are?

I was a big fan of Who Do You Think You Are? on NBC. I saw every episode and loved the very personal, very relatable experiences the celebrities encountered. Anyone researching family history has felt the same frustrations, angers, fears, joys, and heartbreaks of learning about the past.

It was a phenomenal show, which of course meant NBC promptly cancelled it. (Side note: Like many good shows, the original series was a BBC production. Look on You Tube for episodes from the UK version - they're fantastic. I particularly recommend the episodes on Martin Freeman and J.K. Rowling.)

Imagine my excitement to learn that TLC, once known as a channel about learning, was resurrecting the series! Of course, I was a little scared it would take on a new tone (this is the land of Honey Boo Boo, folks), but the first episode, featuring Kelly Clarkson, was very much like it always was. Last week's episode featuring Christina Applegate was extremely powerful. It makes me excited to see where the season takes us.

One thing that always kind of irritates me about WDYTYA? is how quickly they learn so much. Granted, it's only an hour show (40 minutes without commercials) and they have to encapsulate the entire journey into that short, easy-to-digest segment, but still. It's so frustrating to watch them look up someone's great-great grandfather on Ancestry.com and say "Oh, it looks like you have to go to Bulgaria." and suddenly they're traipsing through eastern Europe.

That irritation arises mostly from jealousy. What really irritates me is how they always seem to find their answers on Ancestry.com. Now, I understand that's a sponsor and as a subscriber I can tell you I do find a lot on there, but it is definitely not universal answer to every family history riddle. I have run into many dead ends on Ancestry, as well as incorrect information (though most of that comes from personal trees that can't be blamed on the site, just on sloppy researchers).

I wish I could have the WDYTYA? experience in my family history research. I've spent 15 years searching for my great-great grandfather, Loren A. Finch, an abusive alcoholic who abandoned his family in 1909 and vanished seemingly into thin air (in fact, a lot of Christina Applegate's investigation into her grandfather felt similar to the story of Loren's family). I have not been able to find him after the day he left and I would love nothing more than to hire a bevy of investigators and professional genealogists to hunt his sorry ass down. Even though he is long gone and the last of his children died in 2006, I want to find him. The rest of the family says they don't need to know what happened to him as he wasn't a part of their life. While I agree with that, I also think that allowing him to remain unaccounted for allows him to remain "free" - it feels like he won. I don't want to allow him to think he got away with it.

I need to find him. I'm not a celebrity, but I do have a compelling mystery. What do you say, TLC?