Wednesday, January 10, 2018

Favorite Photo

This weeks prompt from Amy Johnson Crow: The prompt is "Favorite Photo." Tell the story of the people, place, and event in a favorite photo. Where did the photo come from? Who has the original now? How did you get a copy of it?

This is my favorite photo of my maternal grandparents. To me the pose is one of a very comfortable couple, who love and care for each other. That line that looks like a pipe is really a pen mark. The corner ripped when I took the picture out of one of those disgusting magnet photo albums. 
The picture is in my possession and was given to me by either my father or my Mother's sister Aunt Bea. 


This is the same William Thomas I introduced on Sunday. Who was the first immigrant on this line.

I don't remember what year it was but it was about 1980, I copied the few family photos I had of my ancestors and sent them to my two Aunts, Bea my mother's sister and Emma my Dad's sister. They told me about the pictures and who was who. 

Here is the copy of the page with this picture. The black is my writing the blue is my Aunt Bea's. 

Here is a transcription of what was written,
Who Are These People:
Transcription My additional information is in Italics

Couple on Roof
Who: Grandpa & Grandma Chaplin: William Thomas Chaplin b1884, wife Minnie Elizabeth Spahn b1885.
Where: Borough Park, Brooklyn on the roof of Apt. building we lived.
Year: circa 1919 or 1920
Occasion: Visit by co-worker of Grandpas’ who took the picture.
Anything Else: The building in the background is the Convent of the Precious Blood. Building and grounds ran for a whole block across the street from our house, Believe Uncle Bill gave your Mother a prayer book? From there when she married your Father. My Mother converted to Catholicism when she married my Dad.


Here is a street view of the apartments and the now called Monastery of the Precious Blood.


Bird's Eye View of the apartment and Monastery.


Google Map. 


My Mother died a week before my first birthday so there are very few photos of her. My Dad saved a few, but I have none of her holding me as a baby. She was diagnosed with breast cancer when I was 6 months old. The only stories of know of her and her family were from her brother and sister. 

Sunday, January 7, 2018

52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks: Start

Sounds a bit ambitious if you ask me. I have tried other challenges 52 Stories and Birthday remembrances and I failed at them all. Well maybe fail is a bit harsh, because something started and written is better than nothing started and nothing written. And the glory of a new day and a new year is the chance to try again.
So I am trying again. 

This challenge is hosted by Amy Johnson Crow. She provided the weekly challenge topic and I have the opportunity to write about the topic. How ever my little heart desires.

This week topic is start. Here are some of her suggestions from her email: Some ideas include starting with yourself or whoever the "home person" is on one of your family trees. Maybe you focus on the person who got you started in genealogy or the ancestor you wanted to find first. You could talk about a relative who started a business. 

Of course I can go anyway I want. Yesterday when I was thinking about this it almost became a non-start. I was thinking of all the thinks I don't know about writing up stories on my ancestors or how to come to a conclusion on my research. I became overwhelmed and was ready to give up before I even started. 

This morning I decided to look around other blogs that have participated in previous challenges. I was able to gleam some ideas and even a layout of information I liked. Armed with ideas I decided I can start. Keeping it going might be a bit of a challenge, since I have those two lovely, active, adopted daughters that keep me busy and need a lot of attention. And I am not as young as I once was. I will be 70 next month. I promise to do my best to keep up. And that is all anyone can do. 

So for my start I am going to introduce you to my ancestors who started the Hartmann (paternal) line and the Chaplin (maternal) line here in the United States.

Joseph Hartmann born in Germany and immigrated to New York City in 1868. He is my Great Grandfather.


Relationship Chart


William Thomas Chaplin born in England and immigrated to New York City in 1907. He is my Grandfather.


Relationship Chart

There you have an introduction. Well, you didn't expect me to spill their whole story in my first post now? Did you?
I have to save more details on them as it is time to write up their stories. Something to look forward to. 

Good Luck to all you participate in this challenge.


Friday, January 5, 2018

The Second 30 X 30

I was so excited after I finished my first round of 
30 Minutes X 30 Days I did a second round.
I started the next day after I finished the first round on November 16th. I finished on  December 20th, just in time for a break at Christmas. I did have 5 Oops I Missed a Day. 
When I missed a day I added on to the end. I didn't want to do less than 30 Days. 
I also accomplished some different tasks in this challenge.  I did some Transcription of some notes my daughter took when she interviewed her grandfather, my Father in Law. That was a challenge reading her handwriting. Basically it is just bullet points and now I have to fill in the story and more details but I will have to have my husband's cousins and sister help me with since they are more familiar with the details.

Here is a picture of her notes. 

I also worked on fixing some problems in my genealogy software. Double checking on f the problem OK or if it was really a problem. So I had to double check records. I just didn't want to clear the list I wanted to make sure I had accurate information. I still have a lot of pages on the problem list to fix. 
I did work on organizing folders on other lines. 

 I will be doing it again, I am just going to take a little break and send some times sorting through too many years of pictures to count and get rid of duplicates and put them into decade sections. To begin scanning them. I will scrapbook some but not all. Always some thing to do. 

My Father-in-Law on his wedding day in 1947, William Francis Bowden Jr, and Martha Putz. 

Friday, November 17, 2017

30 Minutes 30 Days Challenge Part 2

So as I was saying yesterday the challenge has been very helpful to me and I hope this inspires someone else. 

I also wanted to share with you some of things I did during my challenge. I started to set a timer, to let me know when to stop. That doesn't mean I stopped when it went off, but it gave me permission to stop and do something else. Like scrapbooking! Or pick up kids from school. Or just to move on. 

After about five days into the challenge I decided I needed a spreadsheet of what I had accomplished so I could see some of my progress. So, I made and excel spreadsheet.


Here are some of the things I did in the first 18 days.

 I also counted such things as attending a Genealogy Conference, listening to a webinar, because after all I need to keep learning as well as doing. I also counted tasks like adding sources to my family tree software. I use Legacy. One day I was looking at the Index in Legacy and noticed duplicates on half my people. So I had to ask on the user group how to merge duplicates and I worked on that one day. That was longer than 30 minutes. I think I know how I created that mess. I did a sync with Legacy and Family Search and I didn't finish the comparison between each person and it added everyone in as a new person. 
Live and Learn.

I did not count any indexing I did since that doesn't affect my genealogy work.

Sometimes I did searchers for a particular document, and I would record the results in my Research Log. In this case it is a negative results. I still can't find a marriage record for my Great Grandfather Joseph Hartmann b1845. 


Above are days 19 to 30.
I tried to avoid going down rabbit holes after Bright Shiny Objects but that was hard to do. So I just saved what I found. 
I have found because of all this renaming of files that I am now saving new things with the new naming convention. That is going to make things so much easier. 

Of course as I made changes and found things to check on I needed a To Do List and I made one of those. 


Nothing hard, just a name and an item that needs to be completed, and one of those is even done! I feel so accomplished. 
Well Good Luck
On to my next 30 days!

Thursday, November 16, 2017

I Completed a Challenge

After reading this blog post, I decided to complete the challenge of 30 minutes for 30 days to do some small genealogy tasks. I am very pleased to say that it has been successful. I would also recommend it to you. It is a great way to tackle those big jobs and feel like you are accomplishing something. I have to say after a few days I began to feel a weight lifted off of me as I knew the tasks I dreaded were beginning to show progress. 
Some days I was so enjoying the process that I did spend more than 30 minutes doing whatever caught my interest. One night just after getting into bed I realized I hadn't done my 30 minutes so I got up and works on some files.  So, I am a little excited about this challenge.
Don't get me wrong I still have lots to do but I see progress and that makes it seem doable. I have already decided I will be doing this again, starting today.

I started on 17 October and finished yesterday the 15 November.
I started with reorganizing my computer files. I had folders on my external hard drive, on my new computer and in Dropbox. I took the folders and placed them on my new computer and began to rename the folders and rename the files. So things label My Dad or Grandpa William now had formal names like: 
Hartmann, George J b1912  or Chaplin, William T b1884

So here is a shot of the first level of my Genealogy folders.


I put the 1 in front of my Genealogy folders so they 
are at the top of folder lists. 


Here is a shot of the Family Name Folders or Surnames. I still have more names to work on but this is as far as I have gotten so far. 


This is inside the Hartmann folder. adding the year they are were born helps be know which George I am dealing with, or on other lines which William. Family names were definitely pasted down. 


Above is the screen shot of my Dad's folder. I like how the date added for document or picture makes a timeline of his life.  Being accurate in type really helps, I had to re-name my files more then once sometime, to correct typos and extra spaces. I noticed this morning I still have to make a decision about how to label my transcriptions files.  I have two copies of his Birth Certificate transcription. Do I want them under each document or as a group at the bottom. I can see advantages to both. I don't have to decide today but I do soon, so I can be consistent. That is the key.
It was surprising how much time this takes to complete, but it will be worth it when it is finished. I will be able to find things and so will my daughters who will follow my work. 
This post is getting long so I will break it into two part. More coming tomorrow. 
Have a great day and good luck with the search. 


Sunday, January 29, 2017

Memories of Dad

Yes I did miss a week! 
Some how being sick is not conductive to being productive. I am all better now and ready to write another post.

This week's question is:
 What memories do you have of your father?
 Include his name, birth day, birth place, and so on?
I have written a few posts on my Dad before and they can be found, HERE, HERE, HERE,  there are a few more.

So my Dad, is George Joseph Hartmann, Jr. 
He was born July 6th 1912 
in Astoria, Queens, New York, USA.
He went to school in College Point, Queens, New York. He did attend college to be a teacher but didn't like teaching so be became a fireman. He drove the back end of the hook and ladder. 

He was an interesting person and had a funny way of saying things. He told us we are so American we came over on the Mayflower. As a child I thought that our family came over on the Mayflower, but what he was trying to say was that we were American, and only American. As a child during WWI and a young adult during WWII and of German decent and living in a German community I think he might have experience some prejudice. 


He won't tell me a lot of stories about his family but his sister my aunt let me in on a little secret. His Mom was pregnant with him when they married. Sure enough their marriage certificate states they were married December 29, 1911, he was born in July. 

He had a bit of a double standard, he told my brother in front of me to try the milk before he bought the cow and turned around and told me I was not allowed to let anyone sample the milk. 

He had a crusty but effective way of tell us about the birds and the bees. What he told me was the girl is the one who has the belly ache for 9 months and the rest of the problems for 18 years. The guy mean while goes off and gives another girl a belly ache.  Luckily my Mom had given me the real talk before she died. 

He was devastated to have two wives die on him. He took it as a personal abandonment.  They both died in February and they both died of cancer. First he was left alone with an infant girl and the second time with four children from age 16 to 5. 

He drank a lot after my second Mom died, he drank before but he was able to keep it in control afterwards he was a functional alcoholic and he was miserable when he was home. He was always able to work on is day. He was driven to take care of the kids. 

There were good memories but there are a lot of bad memories also. He became verbally abusive to me after Mom died. He did the best he could with the skills, knowledge and abilities he had at that time. His coping skills had to be at rock bottom after losing two wives to a very devastating disease. I don't usually talk about it but though my own growth and a personal spiritual experience through learning to forgive. I learned that he had a very difficult life and I will never know how difficult it was. It was something I wanted to share because sometimes life is messy but has a good ending. 



Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Blogiversary



When my calendar noticed popped up that I started in 2010, it surprised me to realize that I have had the blog for 7 years. 
This blog has gone through busy times, and slow times. Right now I am trying to be more faithful in writing. My end goal is still to share my family stories and keep their memory alive. 



Sunday, January 15, 2017

Week Two: When and Where were you born?

Describe your home, your neighborhood, 
and the town you grew up in.

Part One: When and Where were you born?
Well, when was on February 12 19??, I am not going to tell you the year because that is private. Sufficient to say I am in my 60's and one of the earlier Baby Boomers. I was born in Flushing Hospital in Flushing, Queens, New York but I consider Whitestone, Queens, New York my home town. Whitestone is right next to Flushing and that is where the hospital was. 
The house I grew up in was 15-19 Parsons Blvd. I did an earlier post on it, HERE. This other post talks about this home and the one in Florida. I guess I'll have to make another post about that home.

But here is some more info I did for my family history book.

The family story goes that my grandfather George Joseph Hartmann, Sr. and my Dad, George Joseph Hartmann, Jr built this house.  I have pictures of my grandparents and my Dad and his siblings in the home.  Here they are in the dining room.  I remember that furniture, wall paper and drapes.  Recent searches on the internet state the house was built in 1935 and this picture was from 1942.  My Dad would have been 23 years old in 1935 and 30 in 1942.
I hope to do some land record search to find more information.



When you think about, my grandfather, a 1st generation American, owned his own home was a sign of their hard work and dedication to improving their life style.  His father immigrated to America from a small village in Germany in 1868 and died in a tenement building in 1915.  My Dad was the first college graduate in the family another sign that education was very important to our family. 


Here I am in front of the house in 1949.  The top small window was my bedroom and the front large window was my parents’ bedroom.  There is also one bedroom in the back that I shared with my brother for a while; I bet it was until Donald was born.  The bay window was the living room.  I can remember watching for my parents to come home from that window when I was left alone with my younger brothers.  I was 10 & 11 when this happened.  

In this picture below you can see there were no homes across the street when we lived there.



A Google Map, marked with where I went to school and other fun things.


This is a property description I found on line.

Property description: The property (parcel id 4046250101) located at 15-19 Parsons Blvd, Queens, NY 11357 has one building built in 1935 and is zoned R2A. 15-19 Parsons Blvd, Queens, NY 11357 is in the Whitestone neighborhood of Queens. The building size is approximately 1,404 sq ft (130.44 sq meters) on 2.5 floors. The building at 15-19 Parsons Blvd, Queens, NY 11357 is a TWO STORIES - DETACHED.

Coordinates: latitude: 40.78528, longitude: -73.82137
Alternate address: 15-19 Parsons Blvd, New York City, NY 11357
Parcel Number:
4046250101
Address:
15-19 Parsons Blvd
City, State Zip:
Queens, NY 11357
County:
Queens
Block/Lot:
4625/101
Land area:
4,520 sq ft / 0.1 acres (419.92 m2)
Lot front (width):
40 ft (12.2 m)
Lot depth:
113 ft (34.45 m)
Neighborhood:
Whitestone
 
 
Buildings:
1
Building area:
1,404 sq ft (130.44 m2)
Building front (width):
27 ft (8.23 m)
Building depth:
26 ft (7.93 m)
Year built:
1935
Floors:
2.5
Total units:
1
Residential units:
1
Zoning:
R2A   
Building Class:
A1 - TWO STORIES - DETACHED
Year for: 2013 Tax Year: 2014
Date Determined: 29 Nov 2013
Market Value (Land only): $253,000
Total Market Value: $647,000
Assessed Value (Land only): $14,336
Total Assessed Value: $34,282


My Dad sold the house for $11,000 in 1959.  That is a big change in the value of the home.  Now I can say I lived in a house worth more than half a million. 

It had three bedrooms, 1 and a half baths, kitchen with eating area, formal dining room, living room and a finished basement.  The front yard had two levels and the back yard had a lower and upper level.  

Here is how the house looks now. 

Here are some sketches I made of each floor of the house. Now remember I left when I was 11 so they are not accurate. 

The Basement 
I drew these on graph paper and on the top I wrote some memories in pencil so you can't read them. It is even hard to read my ink.
Memories:
Jumping off of the old kitchen table to the floor.
Learning to roller skate in the basement.
Where all the Christmas gifts where hidden, in the closet with the storm window storage, in winter it would be the screen.
Being scared of the furnace.
The old washing machine with with rollers to wing out the cloths. 
Mom carrying the laundry up two flights of stairs to hang them out to dry.



Main Floor
Memories: My Dad made homemade fruit cake and he soaked it in some alcohol, maybe rum, and would store them in the front closet by the door until he gave them away. 
Doing homework on the Dinning Room Table and hating every minute of it. 
Doing home work on the kitchen table and my Dad yelling at me because he didn't like the way I made my "y"s because it wasn't the correct formal way we were taught in school and comparing that to feeding me only whip cream, it was just wrong. 
Playing word games at dinner, like think of all the words that end with "at". 
Kept our dog Beaver outside in an alcove under the mud room. 
Looking out the front Bay Window waiting for my parents to come home from a date when I babysat my brothers.




The Top Floor
Memories:
Locking myself in the bathroom while my parents were gone with my brother George for his First Holy Communion. I screamed for help but no one came.
Laundry being hung out the back window, the clothesline when across the back yard to the wall at the end of the property that was up the hill. 
Sliding down the stairs on the carpet on our bellies.
We had company once and my parents gave their room to the guest and my Mom came in to sleep with me and I kicked her out of my double bed. 
My closet in my room was over the stairs so it had a slant in it and was small.


I would really like to go back and see this old house.