At the end of the year 2020, my sister and brother were sent the personal history that our grandpa wrote shortly after our grandma’s death in 1972. My sister told my brother it was almost unreadable, but with my brother scanning and enlarging and playing with the contrast, my sister managed to transcribe it.
My sister left his language, missing or misspelled words, and doubled words as close as she could to provide the full flavor of his writing.
I included the pictures from my research on our family.
PERSONAL HISTORY YOU MIGHT LIKE TO KNOW
When I was born my brothers and sister were going to throw me down the outside toilet because I was not a girl.
At the age of 5 years I got up to the table (as the water was carried in a bucket) to get a drink of water from the bucket and thought I was drowned as I pulled the whole thing over on myself.
At 9 or 10 I was playing a drum for the children of the grade school to march out by.
My family moved to Detroit in 1912. I sold newspapers on the corner of Myrtle Troumble and Grand River Avenues.
His father, James Lemuel Logan abt. 1886
At 17 we lived in Highland Park, Mich. My mother died during that year. She had fallen during the winter and bumped her head. She was in a coma when I left for the school. When I got a call to come home I knew there was something terrible wrong. I rushed home by running the mile and a half. The ambulance was on its way to take her to the hospital but she died before they arrived. That was in March.
His mother, Caroline Stitt Logan abt. 1885
In the summer of 1917 I went to work making reamers at the National Twist Drill and Tool Co. in Detroit working with my brother Orville who was the foreman of the department.
At the age of 18 I quit school to enlist in the army. Feb 1918 I passed the test and was sent Columbus O. I was rejected because of my teeth being bad. I went back to Detroit, got my teeth fixed up then returned to the recruiting office and passed again. I was put in charge of the gang of boys going to Columbus O. again. In June 25 I was accepted then went to Fort Monroe Va. While at Columbus getting the shots I went over and leaned on the window. The next thing I knew someone had me by the heels holding me up trying to get me out of my faint.
U.S., Army Transport Service, Passenger Lists, 1910-1939
In Fort Monroe we were trained on the disappearing guns and working on the railroad cars as we were to be operating guns mounted on railroad cars. In Sept. the 25th we were sent Hoboken N.Y. for boarding transport for overseas. We were on sealed orders I understand so we sailed south picking up the rest of the other ships in the convoy which was 9 more plus two cruisers. On the way over we had an average of 30 men die with the flu per day. In the whole trip 600 had died being buried at sea. I was put on a detail to attend the sick. We were wearing masks and was sprayed every little while with something to prevent us from getting the flu. Over 1000 men had died in the whole convoy. On arriving at St. Nazaire France I was on the detail to carry the remainder of dead off ship. On the way over the convoy zig zagged to avoid the subs. Traveling near the Azore Islands then up to St. Nazaire France.
It took 2 weeks to weeks to make the voyage. We had several scares but turned out to be floating wreckage. There were nothing but high clifts in the harbor which made the transporting cargo a much harder job.
While at camp the boys played football. We tore so many clothes the Colonel stopped our playing. On our last day at camp I was put on guard at 4:00 p.m. but at midnight we were taken off to board the train to be taken to the regular Arty (Army?) railroad camp. At Camp Hausemont which was a near Mailly we were put in quarantine as one boy in my got the measles and one in the car of Battery E car. It was on a hill with two building side by side. We had games and boxing in our quarters. One night two of non-coms. went out on the town and brought back two bottles. In their admiring the booze they had brought back one of them was rolling them too and fro on the bed when one bottle exploded cutting him across the nose. The other man keep running around repeaping he bleeding like a stuck pig’. In this camp I was put on the machine gun which we used for anti-aircraft. My other job was carring shells to the guns. I was trained to take the gun apart blind folded so in the dark we could take do the same. Our trips to the front were moving up and back half mile at each shot so the enemy couldn’t find the range.
Imperial War Museum image Q78964, with thanks. “Damaged houses in Mailly-Maillet, 23 August 1918”.
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I played a drum in the drum and bugle by ear. After the armistice was signed I was carrying wood for the kitchen as I was on K.P. Some of the boys went to Mailly to celebrate but I didn’t have any money and drinking didn’t interest me anyway. In December 1st or 2nd we left for Brest where we had to sleep in barracks without windowsglass and only corrugated iron sheets. To get a ship unloaded so we could go home they asked for volunteers to help unload the ships. Norm. Mable and I were among the group. While unloading the boxes they were accidently kicked open on purpose so there were Hershey bars, dried fruit and etc. Norm. put some of the dried fruit in his pant legs as we had putties on our so that kept them from dropping out. I got the Hershey bars. Norm. ate the dried fruit it absorbed the water, swelling his stomach.
On Dec 13th we boarded the ship from Brest to come home which was a wonderful sound to us. Woodrow Wilson landed that day to begin negotiations for the League of Nations. We landed in N.Y. Dec 23rd and was sent to Fort Totton where our clothes were put through the cootie treatment in steam boilers. When the clothes came out they were all wrinkled. Some of the boys used knives to cut holes in their suits so they could get other. I was afraid to take a chance for home was just ahead and I wasn’t taking any chances of being court marshalled. But the boys got by without any trouble. We had a big Christmas dinner (near a million dollar) but I had a cold and couldn’t eat much and besides our stomach had shrunk from the small meals we had overseas.
On Jan. 3rd 1919 I was discharged from Camp Custer. I went back to Detroit an got my job back at the National Twist Drill but I wasn’t satisfied so I put my application in the Ford Motor. I was put on a lathe turning starter covers but again I was not pleased so I went so often to see a man who had charge of the Tool And Die depts. I think he got so tired of seeing me he put me in the tool and die room. I was there 6 to 8 months when the depression came along so like so many others was on the loafing list. I paid my room and board for a month in advance to be sure of eating. At the end of the month I left for Penn. My Uncle Sam Wilson was [engineer?] of the Protestant Home for the Friendless where I stayed. Another cousin (by marriage) (a patternmaker) and I went around trying to sell magazines but no sale. We then bought gas mantles 2 for 25 cts. and sold them for 25 cts. We averaged 2 to 3 dollars a day. In Pgh. they nearly all used gas at that time.
Wilson’s 1916- standing with arm on post to left, Sam; girl from Home for the Friendless to his right; below left, Alice; rt. Belle; below, Ida; below, May and LaVerne, Lauretta, Sarah Stiit Wilson, Samuel Hunter Wilson; standing left, Ray, Eliza, Bud; front Richard Wilson with Belle’s children.
At the end of 1919 I went to visit my cousin Bess Stitt in Indiana Pa. and I met the girl of my dreams. WE done a lot of corresponding and I saw her every other week. One week end we arranged to visit my brother Bill in Appollo and her Aunt in Leechburg We were walking home in the rain under an umbrella when I proposed to her. To my surprise she accepted me.
I was working at the home of the Protestant Home for Incurable such as Arthritis, stookes and etc. I was making 30:00 dollars per month Hilda was teaching school making $100 per month. You can see love is much stronger than money. We got married and managed getting along well as her parents had a two family house and let us go to house-keeping next door to them. I filed an application with the A and P stores and was given a store in Indiana Pa. It was rough trying to make those stores pay off so I went to work as ass’t shipping clerk at McCreary Tire and Rubber Co. I got transferred to building tires. It took me 30 days to make $5.20 a day. The first day I made @1.29. The changed the way of making and asked for suggestion of names. I turned in several names. Success was the name they chose and I was given $5.00 as my prize.
Elva was born in 1922. Hilda had a good laugh when we took Elva out in the baby carriage as I would look in at nearly every little while. Arthur was born in Nov. 1924. We were so happy to have a girl and a boy. Shortly after we moved to Leechburg where I worked vulcanizing tires while the owner took a vacation. I then went to work at Leechburg Steel on shearing fender steel for auto makers in Detroit. In that work I made from $1:50 to $14:00 per day.
My brother Orville in Detroit fell from a scaffle injuring his leg bone. I went three times to visit him but on the third trip I wasnt going to take as our money was low but Hilda the wise of the two of us insisted I go to the funeral. She said I would always regret it if I didn’t. (according to his death certificate, Orville’s doctor first saw him for this in April of 1926 and last saw him alive on 14 June 1926.)
In 1926 when I took this trip to the funeral not having money to go back I took a lathe operator job at Wilson Foundry in Pontiac. The hour wage was 80 cents an hour. The work was interesting and lasted until the depression in 1929.
In 1926 I got a chance to buy a house in July and My father paid for the moving of our furniture out from Penna. in Aug. Hilda came in Oct. during a cold spell and snow piled so high along the side walks you could hardly see over. She was very well pleased I had the furnature all arranged so well.
In 1929 the depression came just when I had put an addition on the house where we were making around $165 a month but all the roomers left for their various homes. The first six months we managed to struggle along. But in the following June I got a job in Detroit on experimental, on a six sleve valve motor. This lasted one year. During the next six months we, Hilda and I went to the woods with a crosscut saw getting all the wood we could to keep warm. The help from the Welfare and the garden we had provided us with our living to a certain extent but there were times when with the great planning of the wonderful cook, Hilda, make it possible to survive.
In 1930 baby Earl was born. At the same time Elva had Scarlet Fever so I had three of them in the hospital at the same time. I drove the 25 miles to Detroit which made 50 miles then would go to visit them. After Hilda was able to travel I took a stool in the car and Hilda wanted to know what it was for. I told wait and see. After visiving baby Earl I drove to the Contagious Hospital, carried the stool up the outside stairs, then carr- Hilda up to the window where Elva’s room was. In Sept. Earl died. When the job finished in Detroit, and after the six months off I got into the General Motors Truck plant at 44 cts. per hour.
In Aug 1935 Glenn Jr. was born. Hilda and looked around to find a baby to fill the empty spot she had in her heart but didn’t find one to some up her expectations. The doctor had said ‘ with carring such a large baby of 10 lbs. it had left her in disorder with Earl, and suggested another child would probably correct it, which resulted as he said.
In Sept. of that year Hilda, Glenn Jr. (just a month or so old) and I went to Ypsilanta to drum corp (on a bus)competition. The ladies and men were so afraid their day was going to be spoilt but Glenn was so quiet and pleasant they all wanted to hold him and take care of him. In the same month we were going to another competition in our car and had an accident just out of Pontiac, we had Elva with a few cracked ribs, Art. with a gash on his head, Hilda was banged up tat I had to help her out of bed so she could get started in the mornings, a cousin had a fracted hip and Art. had a fracted hip also. The men came to talk to Hilda about me going to Cleveland to competition. It was a lot to expect as Hilda would have all the work taking care of the patients who were on Bradford frames. The men persuaded Hilda and she consented very reluctantly. The corp. went by boat across to Cleveland and returned the same way. In 1936 the drum corp. went to Milwaukee for competition. In 1938 we went to cal. In 1937 was a trip to N.Y. Hilda was able to on that trip as with the money I received for the trip I pooled with Art. Swartz and his wife enabling Hilda and Glenn Jr. to go along.. We four had a good time on the trip. We stayed in the Greystone Hotel in N. Y.
While in the Polo Grounds Hilda met an old friend she knew in Leechburg. Glenn had a good time eating hot dogs and receiving from different ones for all the friends liked him. On the elevated train he blurted out when the train stoped “When do we eat?” Every one on the coach laughed for he could be heard as it was very quiet. We got home safe and sound. The drum corp won champship fo seven years then broke up.
In one of the years I worked at G.M.C. I won two chicken dinners, a movie camera, a book of chances which was a raffled off at the picknic one summer. By taking a chance on a punch boar Hilda’s name won a radio. One Thanksgiving I took a chance on a turkey punch board and won it, the shop gave me another and we bought one so we had plenty that year.
Every summer G.M.C took two weeks off for vacations. I th 1937 lay off I went to the Bub Wheel in Detroit. They gave me a lathe job making the die for moulding the nose of the shells for the Gov’t. After two weeks G.M.C started again. I held on to the place there and also went to the G.M.C as usual. Working the two places I would leave one hour early from G.M.C. so as to get to Bud Wheel on time. The next day I worked all day at G.M.C. getting one hour late at Bud Wheel. By alternating this way for two weeks I was able to earn enough money to take the whole family to Boston to the Legion Convention. During these two weeks don’ forget Hilda played a big part in helping me as she would go along to drive me home at mid-night so I could sleep on the back enabling to report for work the next morning at G.M.C.
In 1940 when G.M.C closed for the vacation I went to Packard. They gave me a job in experiment on the Rolls Royce engine which was to be sent to England.
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The U.S. had decided to help fight the war by making parts for the allies.
When it went on production I was made Ass’t Foreman over 40 men on mashing connecting rods for the engines. From the time we machined them from the foundry to the time we got them machined they were ready to be polished. Each set had to weigh the same.
In 1942 I got tired of being between men and management and asked to be transferred to the tool room. When I got transferred I was put on setting up the crank rods for the grinding and drilling. During the time the machines were marking O. K. we had time to go behind the machines and rest as long as a watchman didn’t see us.
Hilda suggested in 1944 that I get work closer home which I did. I went to a shop on the eight mile road building fixtures for holding parts while being machined. My leader told us I should be a leader and told me to see the Supt. That next Friday I did. He said he had one night leader job on nights. I told him I didn’t want nights and that if I did not get on days I would quit. He said you can quit now. I said “O.K. The next Friday I went for my pay and he told me that place was still open on nights I said ‘No thank you.’
I took Hilda with me when going to look for a job every time it was possible. We went to the Stainless Ware of America and I met Mr. Lewis owner. He offered me a foreman job on nights. He tried to talk Hilda into persuading to take it bus she couldn’t be talked into it either. I was given a lathe to work on. Turning crank covers for the 40 ton tanks was a very good job as there could be only two made per day.
It wasn’t long before I had a call from the man who was my leader at the previous place wanting me as a leader on gun sights as the same firm had made him Supt. Of the new plant. It would be at least 15 cents more an hour. I told I would try.
The next day Lewis came by as usual. He said ‘How are they going old timer?’ I replied ‘Not so good.’ He ‘asked me what was the matter?’ I told him I wanted a release to take this other job and I couldn’t get released because of being frozen to the job. He said ‘you stick with me and I’ll give me a 10 cent raise.’ I couldn’t make the drive to Detroit fo a 5 c raise.
Elva and three or four other girls worked there and rode to and from the factory with me. Some of the girls stayed at our house.
My stay ended when I went to the hospital for an operation for appendicitis. Through Hilda’s father Charles Kunkle, I took over a parking lot beside the [Consumers Power Co] in 1946 and run it until 1954.
When Art. got out of service in about 1951 I let it over to him to run and I took a job operating a gas station on Telegraph Road. I would open the gas station at 8:00 A.M. an at 3:00 P.M. glenn came from school to operate it until 10:00 P. M. as I went to work in a shop on Keego Harbor Road turning out axels for air planes. I also went to work at a little place from there for four hours making Christmas ornaments by dies and punches. I carried on both jobs for several weeks. Art. had a gas station out from Pontiac too.
I don’t know why I went to Lake Orion after I got rid of the parking lot in 1954 but in Areo Tool Iran a milling machine, lathe and all other machines for building the fixtures which would hold the body and fenders in place on the Plymouth that was going on the market at Chrysler Motors. while they were being welded in place. Charles and Roy Kunkle Jr. came to work there before I left for Fla. In 1956.
Art. went to Fla. Some months before Hilda and I decided to go. We had Bill and Sharon living with us. In Jan. 56 we started out with snow and ice on the road but we finally got below the snow line. Hilda drove the new Chevie. and a rented trailer because she thought it would be more safer but she had a flat tire. She was following me and had a flat tire. I was away down the road when I looked back there was no sign of Hilda and Sharon. Bill and I were in the Plymouth with the trailer I had make for the trip turned around and went back. The jack for a car wasn’t strong enough to raise the trailer so I had to drive to a gas station for help. When it we started on out trip again. Hilda had fallen at one of the places we stopped to eat, so she was driving with a head ache nearly all the way.
Art. had made a contact with an owner of a house for us which we bought. The work was hard to find in Defuniak Springs. Art. and I went to Jacksonville stopping at all towns along the way to get work. Three or four days in Jax. We both got work but it wasn’t as permanent as we had thought for it was nip and tuck for two years. So in 1959 Elva said ‘come out to Cal. And you can get work. I flew out in March and in a few days I had a place in the Navy Exchange in San Diego, as a gas attendant.
In six months Hilda flew out, her plane caught on fire just outside St. Louis. It returned to the city. She called me from there. I asked ‘Are you afraid? She said ‘No she wasn’t.
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Art. came to Cal. In 1963 and had a desire to get a ranch so made a trip to Wash. In Nov 22, the day Pres. Kennedy was killed.
Not to get ahead of the story I had tell this which happened previous.
One morning Hilda woke up with one ball out on her cheek in Sept. of 1960. We went to nine doctors before we found one who would tackle the operation. The doctor put her in La Holla Hospital. About two weeks she was out, her eye sight was just as good as before but in two weeks her eye became red and she had to have have almost the same operation but this time they put a patch over the hole where the [sinus sack] had broken through the cavity over the eye.
I bought a 1958 Chev. while she was in the hospital and she was pleased. It stayed with me until 1972 when Ray got a new car trading the Chev in on his giving us his 1965
In 1963 Dec. I had an operation on a rupture.
In Mar. of 1964 Art. and I came to Wash. We stayed in an old house on the ranch as the people didn’t get out because they said the snow was too deep but got out about a month later. We had one scare one Sunday after we returned from church. Both the horse and the calf were Missing from the pasture. We went looking for them but they were no where to be found. We went up to a place above the house where we found a post pulled out and it looked like truck tracks so we thought someone had hauled them away. We called the Sherriff Dept. and they asked to check with the neighbors which we did. A few hours later Art. took the car to check around for them. When he drove up to the lookout on the hill he found the horse (Rani) eating grass there. He tied her to a tree then drove back picked up the saddle and bridle and I drove him back there. Then we were told by a farmer above Pleasant Valley that he had a strange calf in his herd which we found to be ours. We went over to get it and found it to be hard get. They were put in separate fields from them on as the calf spooked the horse.
Art and “Rani”- Art told my sister that it means ‘queen’ in East Indian (Hindu) languages.
In Sept. Hilda, Elva, Sharon and Cathy came to the ranch from Cal. Hilda remarked ‘I wish we could have a horse when we get up there.’ Boy but she was surprised when she found we had already.
We all enjoyed the ranch but the altitude was to high for Elva so she got a house in Kettle Falls.
The payments on the ranch were so high so when Pete Beck offered Art. work on his I talked Art. into taking it for it gave us a house to live in as well. This was in 1965. Beck didn’t keep him busy so Art. wen to other places work was available but would work for Beck when possible.
In the fall at Christmas time Glenn Jr. wanted Mother and I to come to Jax. For the next few months. We left on Wed. mid-night on the Great Northern R. R. going through twelve different states. Mother and I enjoyed every minute of the trip. We stayed three months.
At the end of 1966 Mother went Spokane for a very serious operation on an artery which was ballooned ready to break. After being in the Hospital three weeks we brought her home to Elva’s where she was take care of for three months. During that time she had a slight stroke. We called Dr. Herman who said to bring in to his office the next morning which we did. He put her in Mt. Carmel and she had a light heart attack that after noon just 15 minutes after Elva and I left. The Dr. thinned her blood as a blood clot had damaged one of the valves in her heart. The Dr. said it was one in a 1000 to get over such an operation at her age.
Art. and Gayle were married in May or June of 67. Mother and I moved to Colville as we had always said we would never stay to interfere in any of our childrens happiness so we have always wanted to help them as well.
Art and Gayle 1967
We made arrangement to buy the house in Kettle Falls we have lived in for the last five years.
During those years Elva and Ray moved to Oak Harbor and Art. and Gayle went to Fla.
Our 50th Wedding Anniversary on the 19th of Feb. was a very happy occasion. So many people were at the Senior Center to celebrate with us. They gave us so many gifts and cards and well wishes. Hilda looked at the pictures and cards quite often and talked of so often.
In July 1972 we went over to Oak Harbor for we had promised Ray we would come over. They had given us the 65 Chev. And mother and I were anxious to try the car out besides.
We promised to return later so in Oct. we were going back but Mother was due back for a blood test again but she didn’t want to have the test as he would not…..[runs off the page]
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Her desire was to visit Elva one more time do we went over the new road #20. We stopped several times as she got tired sitting. She was one who never complained except her back got tired so I would rub her back every and sometimes during the day.
Oct. 16th or 17th we returned home from the coast and on Fri. I took her to Dr. Herman who gave her some tests and x-rays. He called me into the office to tell me that I should take in to Holy Family the following afternoon. I called Elva and she came on Sat. Monday being Vet. Day there were no tests but Tues, Wed. and Thur. the results didn’t look favorable. The Dr. asked if she wanted to know the truth. We assured him she wanted to know. It was a blow to all of us but Hilda the strong woman she was neve shed a tear. Fri. we brought her. The Dr. said it could be a few weeks or 10 years she could live.
After we got her we managed to get a hospital bed to make more comfortable. Elva stayed with us to attend to her as she knew more of how to give the right care. Marie and the children came from Mich. For they loved her too.
On the 11th day she was loosing the strength in her legs. We were afraid she might all over if we helped. She knew her time was short for she asked me several times what I was going to do, I hated to think of loosing her and being alone. But all I could say was I don’t know.
The morning of the 13th day she passed blood and Elva called the Dr. about it about the pain. Her pain was worse and she just a pill a half hour or so before but couldn’t get them only at two hour intervals. The Dr. said to come in, he would give a prescription of something stronger. She passed more blood and bled at the mouth and lost consciousness. Peggy was here helping Elva and they finished cleaning up her bed for she had passed on to her savior. If any one gets to heaven she will for there was never a woman as so understanding and so wise.
Hilda joined church when 10 years old.
Sorry I didn’t know of her early life but it must have been a pleasant and enjoyable one.
These things wasn’t accomplished by ourselves but by the help of the Savor of whom we trusted for Hilda and I started out by extoling [?] Him from the Him from the beginning in our married life.
God was the strength and provider of our life for we had trying times but Hilda and I talked things over in times and talked over with God. O that more people would take Him the Master and Ruler of this wonderful Universe.
Hilda’ Mother said or asked me to take good care of Hilda. I tried to take as good as I knew how. I have a vacant spot now that could never be filled by an-else. To take care of someone tentively for 5[0] years is hard to forget.
My earnest prayer was to live long enough to take care of and my prayers were answered.
Behind every man there is a woman. It was my Mother, Hilda who helped mold my life and I wouldn’t be the man I am today so I owe my all to them and to God so merciful
His memoirs filled in blanks for me that records never could, such as how Art ended up in California and why Glenn was in Pontiac without Hilda and his children.
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Spring has sprung, and soon the yard will start bursting with new growth and the flowers with new buds. My other passion is gardening, or ‘yardening’ as I call it. I love getting out in the fresh air and enjoying what nature offers. It is excellent for my mental health, tending to plants, bees, pollinators, and birds.
But I love researching my ancestry too. Lately, I’ve been dabbling and making headway into some ancestors who have been sitting on my branches waiting to be explored. I proved a so-called family myth: “Wild Bill” Hickox William Hickox- 1608-1645 (Logan Family) was related to my Hickok line. I also connected him to his 4th great-grandmother, who was accused of being one of the Salem witches. Warrant for Arrest of Susannah Roots (Logan Family).
FamilySearch has this “Are We Related?” feature where you can see if you are related to famous people or others you follow in social media groups, etc. One thing they don’t really explain to the novices of the genealogy world is that the accuracy is only as good as the tree it is based on. When you place your tree on FamilySearch, anyone can change it anytime. This is because the premise behind FamilySearch’s trees is to have one shared tree.
This is not meant to be your private working tree. It is one public tree where anyone can provide input and collaborate. But, because not everyone understands this, things get changed and deleted without information. In other words, when you click on the “Are We Related?” feature, beware! You may not be related at all. I spent several weekends digging into several of these so-called relations. Most were untrue because of the wrong information in the tree, but a couple of them were correct, which was pretty exciting.
Do not get me wrong, I love FamilySearch for its immense repository of free information compiled and maintained by the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. Their records are second to none! I highly recommend using their records for your genealogy research.
Several years ago, I wrote about my 9th great grandfather, a Scottish POW, John MacBean – Scottish POW (Logan Family). A few weeks ago, as I was dabbling in my tree, I discovered that his daughter married his POW friend, John Sinclair, making them my 8th great-grandparents. Sinclair evidently comes from the noble St. Clair family of Roslin, Scotland. And, as intermarriage goes, John MacBean’s grandson married John Sinclair’s granddaughter.
I also researched my Coffyn/Steven’s line, which stems from my Convicted of High Treason! Oh No, 9th Great Grandfather! (Logan Family) Gove family. Dionis Stevens was part of the Great Migration to New England and arrived in the Massachusetts Bay Colony in 1642. She was quite the businesswoman. More on her after some more research.
Things have also been changing in my personal life, giving me more time for gardening and family history. In a couple of months, I will be going part-time. I’ve been working towards this goal for a while now. It is exciting and scary at the same time. This means you’ll be hearing more from me, I hope.
Until then, keep researching your own family tree. As always, let me know if I can help.
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Last weekend, I wrote the blog, Hidden In A Letter, in which I was trying to connect the Ohio Stephanz’s to the Kansas Stephanz’s. Little did I know the mystery man was right in front of me the whole time.
I was confusing my generations a bit, but it was the same family nonetheless. I was also so focused on the fact that MY Stephanz was in Kansas that I did not see the facts staring me right in the face! It took two other people seeing my conundrum to help me put the puzzle pieces in the right place.
Back one generation of the Kansas family is my third great-grandfather, Matijas Štefanc married to Marija Fugina. I did not have much information on him except that he was born on 17 Sep 1845 in Stari Trg ob Kolpi, Slovenia, and that his son was also Matijas Štefanc who immigrated to Kansas. It turns out that my third great-grandfather was living a double life. Newspaper articles helped me figure out the secrets.
Matijas Štefanc married Marija Fugina in June 1866 at the Parish Church of St. Jozef in Stari Trg ob Kolpi, Slovenia. In 1867, their son Matijas was born at #10 in Dolenji Radenci, Slovenia. According to a newspaper article, the two separated around 1869 and Marija immigrated to Kansas to be with family.
Another article stated that Matijas left his wife and son in Slovenia around 1865 (it was 1869) and came to America. In 1872, he met and married Clara Latour in Toledo, Ohio. They had three children together. They also had an adopted son who went back to his birth name sometime after 1911.
In 1892, the son, Matijas, traveled to Toledo from Slovenia to visit his father. This is when it became apparent that ‘ole Matijas had a second family and was still married! He makes it legal and divorces his first wife (I have not found a record of the divorce) and remarries Clara in October of 1892. Eight years later, Clara died. A month after her death, he remarried Marija on 15 October 1900 who immigrated here on 26 June 1900. She died in 1904 of tuberculosis.
Yes, he married both wives twice!
Now I have two more 2nd great-grand aunts and a 2nd great-grand uncle giving me numerous cousins! My 1st cousin 1x removed (my mom’s first cousin who is four years younger than me) will be meeting one of those descendants soon! They both have the same 2nd great-grandfather in Matijas (1845) but two different 2nd great-grandmothers.
In the letter, my great-grandfather, Matijas (1894), mentions he’s staying with Alice. Alice is his first cousin, Matija’s and Clara’s granddaughter.
Look at all these cousins! And I haven’t even traced the bottom two lines!
And to think, it all started with a letter from 1916. ✉️
Stay tuned for more stories—who knows what other surprises are hidden in our family’s past! 🔍
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Five years ago, I blogged about my great-grandfather, Mathias Paul Stephanz, Jr. In it, I posted a letter he wrote to his sister, Mary.
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The postmark and what he wrote on his letter says “Detroit, Mich”. I can only assume he was visiting. In his letter from 1916, he refers to his adventures in “Toledo”. He starts it with what must be her nickname, (written as he wrote with punctuation and spelling.)
“Dear Squib,
I got your letter all ok. I spent the 4th in Toledo and went to Toledo Beach sure had a good time. I am going to tell you something that I don’t want the old folks to know. I think I’ll marry in Toledo. I’ve got the girl at last I believe and I found her myself too. Her name is Bessie Jacobs. Tell you how I met her Elizabeth’s old friend Frances (can’t read last name) has been trying to land me “ha ha” the old fossil she got me to come over and meet her cousin from Detroit and this little girl happened to be there too and she didn’t introduce us but I made up my mind that I didn’t need any and the funny part of it Bessie told me later that she had her mind made up to know me too but Frances kept on her tail so much that I couldn’t talk to her alone until the next day. She is a telephone operator and I’ve got the job taking her home when I am there now there’s another fellow but his name will be mud before I’m done. Sis, you can talk about fast work, but listen to this I met about 2 o’clock Monday and Wed night about 12 I proposed (she would not give me a final answer yet) She didn’t know me well enough yet but I think my chances are good. I wish you or Leah could come here on a visit and meet her I wonder if she is a big as Joe’s girl she weighs 103 pounds and reaches about to my arm pit and she wears glasses but she can look nicer in them than any girl I ever saw she 19 years old and she can cook and do housework too she’s not a fancy cook but she can put up a meal so I should worry. I’ll think I’ll move to Toledo and go living Alice’s husband is trying to land me a job there and I can be making 100 (word looks like “bones”) in a short time and I know I’ll like it better he’s got 2 uncles that are engineers too so it will all be in the family and I can save more money there too. What’s the matter with the King (Joe’s nickname maybe?) I thought he was going to be a candy maker he better try something where he can learn to be something so he won’t be a common laborer when he is my age I wish you all would move to Toledo you could all get jobs here easy enough and we could all have a dandy time better than in KC I believe. Well sis I guess I told you all I could so I will close now hoping to hear from you soon and tell all my friends hello for me Leah and Joe too (Leah must have been Joe’s sister, Lizzie- maybe a nickname) Tell that King to get a job dam quick and tell the Belgian hello too I almost forgot her.
With Love, Mat
P. S. I repeat I would like picture of the bunch as soon as possible. ”
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In November of 2022, my 1st cousin, 1x removed (my mom’s 1st cousin) instant messaged me asking. “The Ohio connection is still a mystery, right?” She found a person on Facebook that lives about 20 minutes from her who has a maiden name of Stephanz and has connections to Toldeo, Ohio. I had to refer back to this letter to re-familiarize myself with the details.
So, with her name and the names of her uncles and her half-siblings, I decided to create an Ohio Stephanz family tree to see what I could find. Sure enough, I was able to build her tree. I was able to trace it back to another Mathias Stephanz, born in Austria. The kicker is that he was born the same month and year as my great-grandfather and he married a Clara. However, this Clara’s last name was Latour. About a month later, he married Marie (maiden name unknown) in Wyandotte, Kansas! This has to be our Kansas connection! But, I need proof.
And why did he marry again only a month after Clara died? Well, see this article for the reason.
There were other connections. In the letter, he mentions Alice and that her husband’s uncles are engineers, “keeping it all in the family.” The Toledo Mathias’ sons work with the railroad. And, his daughter Francis had a daughter named Alice. She is only a couple of years younger than the Kansas Mathias. Could this be the Alice he was staying with when he wrote the letter?
We now know that Mathias and Marie had a son before he came to the states, according to the news article. What was his name? We know Marie came to Kansas after they separated, did she bring her son?
How is the Ohio Mathias Stephanz connected to the Kansas Mathias Stephanz?
That, my friends, is the million-dollar question. I am hoping by blogging this story, someone connected will contact me. I also hope my cousin’s meeting with the Ohio Stephanz baker will shed some light.
Sometimes it is the answers you do not find. A couple of months ago, I received an email from a man in the UK looking for an old friend who he heard had passed away here in America. At first, I didn’t answer thinking it was one of those scams, “You’ve inherited $5000 lbs from Uncle Larry.” In addition, I research family history, not long lost friends. However, he wrote again and his story piqued my interest.
His friend was a psychiatric nurse in the UK and used to travel to America through his work. This friend also changed his surname, maybe by deed poll, from his birth surname to his adopted surname. Tragically he died while in America, his friend heard, by being hit by a train or hit by train shrapnel.
“TH” (alias for the person who contacted me) thought the incident was bizarre and had contacted his friend’s brother, but the brother wouldn’t discuss anything with him, further adding to the mystery. The brother traveled from England to America to take care of the details when he died, but “TH” doesn’t believe the body was brought back to the UK. With only an approximate birth year to go on, I looked through all my resources, newspapers.com, etc., and found no mention of this friend or incident. Without knowing where his friend died, it was fruitless. “TH” continued his research from his end and wrote me again a few weeks later.
“TH” had found out that his friend had died in New Jersey. Thanks to “Reclaim the Records“, he was able to find the death index. That in turn gave him the exact birth and death of his friend. With that information, I found his friend’s birth parents and confirmed that the record pertained to the right person. “TH” was close to the information he provided but forgot that our date formats are different than theirs.
I still could not find a newspaper article on the incident. Curious about the name change, I wrote the National Archives of the United Kingdom to search their deed polls. A “Remote Enquiries Duty Officer” emailed me right back and explained that he could not find a deed poll entry for a name change for “TH’s” friend. The gentleman also explained that “Changes of name by deed poll are only recorded officially if a fee is paid to have the deed enrolled in court – not many people do this and so there is often no official record other than the original deed poll issued to the person themselves.”
With further research, I found he was issued his social security number in Arkansas in 1988, but could find no further records. Next, I wrote the New Jersey State Library and the researcher was very kind. She had access to the Morristown Daily Record from 1995. She tried several different searches to see if she could find an obituary or article about either the train accident or an obituary for him but did not come across anything. Doing a general search for “train accident”, “hit by a train”, or “train” for June 6, 1995, and broadly for June 1995 did not have any results. She also did a general search in NJ Newspapers via NewsBank as well and did not find anything either.
I then heard back from the New Jersey History and Genealogy Center. They too searched different newspapers from 1995 and could find nothing on the friend or any mention of a train accident or similar. Could it be that this isn’t how he died? Unfortunately, because “TH” is not a relative, he cannot obtain a copy of the death certificate.
I built a family tree in my Ancestry account and found their biological parents, but no hits so far.
Now I have two questions, 1) Did he really die by train? 2) Why won’t his brother share the specifics with “TH”?
The hunt continues…
This was out of my realm, but very interesting for me as I love mysteries and researching. Investigative Genetic Genealogy is the popular way to solve crimes now due to DNA, and it is very intriguing. However, not only can it be used to solve crimes, but I believe it can solve family history mysteries and help adopted parents or children, etc.
But for able to get into this part of genealogy, I need more practice in the genetic part and Reverse Genealogy. I hope to broaden my research skills and do just that!
Wish me luck!
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Hello followers! It has been many months since I have written. I could blame it on the virus, and I will. It did start because of Covid-19. When the students from my school were sent home in March, I had additional admin duties. Yes, I was blessed because I was considered “essential” and was able to work many hours from home, but I was swamped.
Being home, I spent a lot of time in my yard and garden in between having to be on the computer. I started concentrating on the garden as it reduced my stress level. I have blogged about this before; gardening helps you forget the world’s problems and be in the moment. If you want to follow my trials and tribulations with my “yarden”, follow me at @marleesyardening on Instagram.
I also wrote an article for Family Tree (U.K.), and it was published this month. You can read it here (although it looks much better in the magazine itself!) My Wolcott Family, I hope you enjoy it. You can also follow my Loganalogy posts at @Loganealogy on Instagram or @Loganealogy on Facebook.
Recently, I was able to help my cousin’s wife’s family with her mother’s history. Here is their story.
“Both my mom and my Aunt have been trying to replace their U.S. naturalization papers for years. After 9/11, they haven’t been able to renew their driver’s licenses, which means they can’t write a check, travel anywhere, etc. The problem has been the lack of documentation of their immigration from Latvia to the U.S. in 1949. Their names were missing from the ship’s manifest, the courthouse clerks I contacted told me they didn’t have a record of them, they weren’t listed at Ellis Island. It was like they didn’t exist. We consulted an immigration attorney, worked with Senator Bill Nelson’s office and spent countless hours on the phone with USCIS and the local USCIS field office. Aunt Roz was going through the same nightmare in California… she hired an immigration attorney, etc. Nothing.
A few weeks ago, we decided to ask Matt’s cousin Marlee, a genealogy consultant, for help. All we asked her to do was to verify the ship the family was on and what port they arrived. Last week, Marlee sent us 25 perfectly clear documents: scanned copies of the original immigration cards for my entire family, the amended ship manifest with their names on it, my grandparent’s work application, written notes about the camp in Germany they were in, and how they had to flee Latvia, even the list of items in my mom’s suitcase when she arrived. My Aunt and I were both in tears when we received it all. We are kicking ourselves for not seeking Marlee’s help sooner, but we are so thankful we finally did.”
I am happy to say that you’ll be hearing from me more often as I help others discover their roots and find connections, especially my own. If you know of anyone who would like help building their family tree, let me know.
Until next time,
Marlee
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Hello Followers. I wanted to check in with you since I have not written a blog in quite some time. The last real blog was March 19, so almost a month now. Like you, my family has been self-isolating. Not only from the virus but the crazier people who do not think it is a serious threat.
My son and I are both essential works so we have been working except for my Easter vacation. I am working four hours in the office and four hours at home. My son works all day in the warehouse. Neither of our companies allows outside visitors. We are both very careful as my mother, who is in her late 70s, lives with us.
Since I am working from home I have not had a lot of the extra family history time I see a lot of people talking about. But, I have tried to take advantage of the free sites and free records that have become available. It’s funny, some of the records I have run across have names that I could have used a couple of years ago. But, now I at least know I am on the right track.
I did have success with my 80 year old uncle’s tree. Back on Thanksgiving he was telling me about his brick wall with his grandparents on his mother’s side. Her father seems to have disappeared after deserting her and her brothers. The name he always went by with this family seems to actually be a nickname. In tracing the date of birth and his birthplace, we tracked down what we think is his real name.
With the help of the West Virginia Archives and History Library, we followed these coincidences and found all kinds of information on his family. But, until we find a document where he uses his nickname along with his real name, we cannot be 100% sure it is him. Or, until we can find some DNA matches. Once we entered his real name into our database, a whole slew of information and family members popped up. Including others on their public trees who seemed to have come to the same conclusion. And, here’s the kicker, it seems there is another family who this man deserted…under his real name. We hope to connect to this family to find some answers.
West Virginia Archives and History Photo Gallery
I’ve also been doing a lot of gardening, my other great passion. We had some umbrella palms start to take over so we had them pulled out, by the root balls. Little did I know a few years after I planted them, they would become evasive! They loved the wet clay soil, too much! I’ve since been filling the spaces in with some organic matter from my compost pile. I’ve also added a few pieces of cardboard and will mulch and soil over that. It’s like having a blank canvas to start planting in.
And, my flowers are blooming. Always a welcome sight and lifts the spirits. My garden is defintely a great boost for my mental health.
I cannot seem to concentrate enough to pull an ancestor story together for a blog, but I did want to check-in. I hope that you and your family are safe and well. As our ancestors did from their pandemics, this too shall pass.
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The last couple of weeks have been busy! Sure, I am busy working my full-time job, but my dabblings with my family history, as well as other’s family history, have kept me hopping.
However, this makes it all worthwhile.
This young girl is my true young protégé! She is so very excited, as are her mother and grandparents. Showing her documents and how to read them has been amazing. It helps that she is smart as a whip.
We use Zoom, video conferencing, where I can annotate, share our screens, and make notes on a whiteboard. She has genuinely picked up on chasing the leads and picking apart the information in the records.
Finding Abigail has proven to be a significant challenge. As I wrote in Finding Abigail… Part 1, her last name has been elusive. I have been tracking my research about her through the research logs, and here is what I have.
Date Contacted-Who Contacted-Why Contacted- Response
12/2/2019 City of Danbury, CT Abigail Soper They wrote back and said, “Certifiable records began in 1840.”
12/26/2019 Dorset Historical Society Proof of Abigail’s assumed last name of Soper My email: I was hoping you could please do a preliminary search and let me know if you have any information on the Soper family. My main search is for an Abigail Soper who married Daniel Logan, about 1780, my 4th great grandparents. It is stated, but not sourced that Abigail’s father was Samuel Soper. Supposedly a Hugh Logan married Abigail’s sister, Jemima, about 1784. And, Lucy Logan (Hugh’s sister) married their brother, William, about 1797. I have contacted a few county clerks, but they do not have these earlier records. Any help or direction is much appreciated.
12/27/2019 Dorset Historical Society His response: I checked through our archives and could not find any information to tie Samuel Soper to Abigail Soper Logan. I did find some tidbits which may be of use.
According to the History of Danby, Joseph Soper was the first settler of Danby, in 1765, and two of his (unnamed) brothers settled in Dorset. They came from Nine Partners, New York.
According to a genealogy of the Allen family, “Seth Allen was born 16 Jan 1733/34 in Dartmouth, Bristol, Mass., and died Aft. 1801. He married Anna Soper Abt. 1752 in Dutchess County, N.Y., daughter of Peletiah Soper and Martha Soper. She was born 06 Feb 1734/35 in Windsor, Hartford, Ct. and died after 1801.” Seth and Anna bought land in Danby in 1769, which they sold in 1770, when they were in Manchester. They bought land in Manchester in 1773 from Peletiah Soper. After that, things get murkier, but they probably lived in East Dorset around 1800, and in Bromley, Vt. after 1800 (Bromley later changed its’ name to Peru).
“The Marriage Records of John Strong” records the wedding on September 5, 1782 of Robert Allen and Patty Soper of Dorset.
Several records say that the Soper Tavern was in South Dorset, at the intersection of modern-day Route 30 and Cross Road. None of the records give the first names of people who operated the tavern.
The Dorset Church records record the baptism of “Mrs. Samuel Soper 1803-04.”
Last, Rev. Parsons Pratt, in his genealogical records, noted that other Soper family members settled in “Brandon and other northern [Vermont] towns.
Like I said, nothing specific to your request, but I hope some of this scattershot information proves useful in your quest.
Sincerely yours,
Jon Mathewson
Curator
12/25/2019 Random Acts of Genealogical Kindness https://raogk.org/ Any Soper info Raymond Toolan from RAOGK emailed me back (his words)
I have done some looking and have found at least one extended family of Sopers from the mid-18th century in the towns of Dorset and Manchester in Bennington County. Your Abigail creates a bit of a problem. Remember the brief history lesson I gave you? In 1765 the French and Indian Wars had only ended two years previous. This means that England had new land it needed to quantify. The colonies of New York and New Hampshire felt that each of their grants gave them most or all of this former French territory as part of their landholdings. Each colony sent surveyors in to lay out grants. An early Vermont land speculator, Ethan Allen and his brother Ira preferred to deal with the governor of New Hampshire and so they formed The Green Mountain Boys, an ad hoc group of vigilantes whose mission was to force the New York surveyors and tax collectors out in favor of New Hampshire. There is some argument as to how successful they may have been. History remembers this group regarding their taking over Ft Ticonderoga in NY. The point in this is that in 1765 those towns were most likely considered part of NY as Vermont, per se, did not exist at that time. Middlebury, Vermont, is a bit north in Addison County, also on the west side of the Green Mountains, and also was most likely considered part of NY before 1777. I will see if I can find anything that connects Abigail to this family in Dorset and Manchester. You might see if you can get the contact information for the town’s historical society in Dorset and Manchester, Vermont. Every town has a historical society, and some are more active than others.
12/24/2019 The period in history that is involved here is a tough one for research in Vermont. Initially, the area, including Vermont, was under French control. After the battle on the Plains of Abraham in Quebec [ending the French and Indian wars], the area became part of the English holdings. Both the colonies of New York and New Hampshire claimed all or part of the land between them. While they were still arguing, the War of Independence broke out in 1776. IN 1777, the residents of the land area between Lake Champlain and the Connecticut River declared themselves an independent republic. This lasted until 1791 when Vermont was admitted as the 14th state. All record-keeping was done at the office of the town clerk. It still is. The recording of births, marriages, and deaths varied from town to town and really was not codified until around 1865. Copies of the various records were not collected at a central archive until around 1911. I will see if I can find any sort of documentation for you, but, honestly, the odds are very slim.
FYI, the clerks of the courts cannot really assist you as other than records of divorces or other court-related issues they have no records. Births, deaths, and marriages are all with the town clerks and at the archive in Middlesex. There are 254 towns, cities, gores, and grants in Vermont, each with its own clerk.
12/26/2019 Manchester Historical Society Vermont Soper Emailed them, have not received a response as of 1/4/2020
1/18/20 Marlin Logan Emailed Marlin and asked if he had sources on his information for Soper.
1/19/20 Manchester Historical Society Vermont Soper and Logan Emailed them again
1/19/20 Dorset Historical Society Soper and Logan Emailed them on information for Soper
1/22/20 Email from Marlin Logan
Hi Marlee
Went back to all my old records and so sorry I don’t have anymore information than is on my Family Tree.
Tried unsuccessfully to check other resources also and I come up with a blank.
You have sparked my interest again so will keep your request as I update and find new information. Hopefully we can find a little more data than we have.
Good hunting.
Marlin
As you can see, I do not know much more than I did when I started. But, tracking my inquiries on this log will keep me from repeating quests.
I may look into the other Soper’s mentioned and see if I can find any Abigail’s in their lines.
As you can see, we all have brick walls in our family history. I may be able to help with yours. Contact me for your some virtual family history tutoring.
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In this 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks challenge, Close to Home, I wrote about Mary Yeula Wescott, my great-grandaunt. She was born on 27 December 1889 at Poyner’s Hill in Currituck, North Carolina, where her father, John Thomas Wescott, was the keeper of the Poyner’s Hill Life-Saving station. She was the third of six children born to John and a year younger than my great-grandfather, Albert.
Laura Wescott, Martha Ann Chadwick Wescott, Mary Yeula Wescott
At a very young age, Mary loved to read and write. She was first published at the age of 12 when she decided to enter a writing contest for the St. Nicholas Magazine: An Illustrated Book For Young Folks by Mary Mapes Dodge. The following was published in January 1903:
Poplar Branch, N.C.
Dear St. Nicholas: I am a little girl twelve years old, and I live on one of the sand-bars of North Carolina, five miles from the mainland. The nearest store and post-office is five miles away. My papa is the captain of the Poyners Hill Life-saving Station. We are bounded on the north and south by sand-hills, on the east by the ocean, and on the west by the Currituck Sound. The land near and on which the station is situated belongs to the Currituck Shooting Club, the club-house is the nearest one to us except the station. The club does not allow any of the station men except papa to build on the beach. We live only a few steps from the station and a little further from the sea, while the club-house is on the other side of the beach. So you see, we have it lonely here sometimes. Inclosed [sic] find my contribution which I hope is worthy of a prize.
Yours truly,
Mary Yeula Wescott
(age 12)
The poem she enclosed won her a silver badge.
FORGIVING
BY MARY YEULA WESCOTT
(Silver Badge)
My little friend Annie
Came over to play.
We stayed in the house,
As ‘t was stormy that day.
She had her doll, Susan,
And mine was named Jane ;
We dressed and undressed them
Again and again.
We made them fine bonnets
For each little head.
They wore them to parties,
Then came home to bed.
Ann stepped on my finger,
And said she was glad.
I got up and slapped her,
She ‘d made me so mad.
Then I knocked Susan’s head off,
And Annie broke Jane.
We cried, and we quarreled
Again and again.
Then I said I was sorry,
As much as could be;
So I forgave Annie,
And she forgave me.
Mary continued to send in poems and articles, as did her brother, Albert, and her sister, Laura. However, Mary continued to write to them until at least the age of 17.
My Dear St. Nicholas League: I am sending to you today my verses for the September competition, and I am so sorry to remember that I have but three more. Does everyone get old so dreadfully fast?
Your subject appealed to me this month, for I have several relatives including my father, who are members of the Life Saving Service to which I have a reference in the poem. This small band extends along the coast of the United States and guards its coast from the ravages of the storm. They maintain a constant watch along the shore and at the appearance of a distressed vessel launch their frail boats and, pitting their strength against the force of the waves, give aid to the distressed seamen. When the sea is so high that launching a boat from the shore is impossible, the beach apparatus is used and the sailors are brought from the vessel by means of a ” breeches-buoy,” which is drawn shoreward over a cable that has been shot across the vessel from the shore and fastened to the mast of the distressed vessel.
On our part of the coast, storms are numerous, and a rescue of this kind is a frequent occurrence.
I thank you so much for the encouragement you have given me in my endeavors to win that coveted cash prize.
But whether I succeed or not, I shall ever remember with gratitude the pleasure and benefit I have derived from your interesting work. Long life to you, my dear St. Nicholas League, and best wishes from your devoted League member, Mary Yeula Wescott (age 17).
It must have been this magazine that sparked her love of books.
Mary went to school in Durham and graduated from Trinity College (now Duke University) in 1914 with a Bachelor of Arts Degree, Magna cum laude. She taught Latin in local schools and went back to Trinity. In 1920, she took a leave of absence to attend and then graduated with a Bachelor’s Degree from the Simmons College of Library Science in Boston, Massachusetts, in 1924, where she also worked in a government position while attending school. Mary returned to Trinity College, her alma mater, to work at Trinity College Library (now Duke University Library).
About 1932, Professor William K. Boyd organized the work of the Newspaper Department and placed Miss Allene Ramage in charge of it. Miss Ramage, aided by Miss Mary Wescott and Miss Eva E. Malone, prepared a checklist of these papers under the title Bibliographical Contributions of the Duke University Libraries: a Checklist of United States Newspapers. This publication has been of value to many librarians and scholars throughout the United States.
Part I: Alabama––Georgia
Part II: Idaho––Massachusetts
Part III: Michigan––New York
Part IV: North Carolina
Part V: North Dakota––Vermont
Part VI: Virginia––Wyoming
~LIBRARY NOTES -A BULLETIN ISSUED FOR
The Friends of Duke University Library April 1953; Number 27
She worked there until she retired in December 1954 as Head of the Catalogue Department. A dinner was given in her honor on 14 December 1954. Among the special guests was Lawrence Quincy Mumford, Librarian of Congress. Mr. Mumford, who had known Miss Wescott since his student days, summarized well her contribution to college and university when he spoke of her retirement as the termination of “a valuable career in librarianship.”
~LIBRARY NOTES -A BULLETIN ISSUED FOR
The Friends of Duke University Library April 1953; Number 27
“Pride in her profession, friendliness, compassion, and a delightful sense of humor — these were the characteristics that made Mary Wescott deeply loved as well as highly respected. Exactly what her personal philosophy was, one would not presume to say. One feels though that possibly she expressed it in the last stanza of a poem she wrote long ago — “The Dream of the Sea.”
O my Heart keep young, we would cross that main
With its raging tide;
We would enter those fields of glad abode
On the other side —
And we, how we long for the mighty strife
And the waves’ wild sweep —
To battle our way to the rich reward
And then to sleep! “
Seven months after Mary retired, she died in her sleep. She never married.
By the way, I have never been able to determine where the name Yeula came from. The closest I found was that it could be an Indian word meaning Upward slope. Fitting for a woman who never stopped climbing.
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