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. 



Sunday, January 8, 2017

A New Year a New Start

Here is hoping I do better than I did last year. 
Life is busy with two girls in the house, one a teen and the other a pre-teen and it is never boring.

One day on social media I saw a link to an interesting list of question about your life and memories so I decided to use that as a jumping off place to start doing my genealogy blog again. What caught my eye was the first question was so easy.  

First Question: What is your full name? 
Explain why your parents gave you that name.

My full name is Mary Elizabeth Hartmann-Bowden
I was named after both my grandmothers, Mary Jirak Hartmann and Minnie Elizabeth Spahn Chaplin.

This is my Dad's Mom Mary Jirak I have heard from a great uncle in a letter she was very jovial and a great cook of Bohemian and German dishes. My Dad did not speak about her a lot, he was not jovial. A good guy but had a lot of hard times in his life.


This is my Mother's Mom, Minnie Elizabeth Spahn, she didn't like her name Minnie, so I always think of her as Minnie Elizabeth. My aunt, her sister told me this was her graduation from nursing school photo. She was a suffragette and was very upset when she went to vote and wasn't able to because she was married to and alien, an English man. I have an image of when she applied for citizenship after her husband died. 


Hartmann is my family name and when I married Richard I didn't want to change my last name, so we compromised and I hyphenated my last name.

I never meet my grandmothers as they had all died before I was born. I wish I new more about them.
I hope they are proud of how I have lived my life and honored their names. One of my most sacred memories I have is when I did the temple work for Minnie Elizabeth. We are an eternal family.




Saturday, April 16, 2016

DNA Test Results

When Ancestry had a sale on their DNA kits I took advantage of the sale and ordered a kit.  Last week my results came in.  Here is my Ethnicity estimate.  Great Britain 39%, Western European 39%, Eastern European 17% and 5% Trace.  No surprise since my ancestors came from England, Germany and Bohemia.  


The 5% Trace is interesting also. 

I once asked my Dad if there was any Jewish blood in us and he made up some crazy story about his grandfather bringing back a baby from Germany who had a Jewish relative.  I can't even remember what he said but I could tell it was made up. I was young then and I just felt I had Jewish blood in me.  I guess it was because I worked at Mount Sinai Medical Center on Miami Beach and all my little Jewish patients would ask me what is a nice Jewish girl like you doing here.  With a nose like that and a name like Hartmann you have to be Jewish plus I had a pretty strong New York accent at that time. 
Well I guess that < 1% Jewish blood came out in my nose. 
There is a couple of matches that are good, one is to my second cousin on the Bohemian side.  We know each other and meet on Ancestry.  I found another match with a Hartmann and their ancestor came from the same small town my great grandfather came from, but their parent names don't match but they might be cousins and not siblings.  I message that tree owner.  Here is hoping. This is one of my sides I would like to know more about.

Friday, April 15, 2016

#MyColorfulAncestry

Last month a fellow genealogist J Paul Hawthorne came up with a clever idea to show the place of birth of your ancestors. He used an Excel spreadsheet and my Facebook feed was filled for a couple of days with colorful charts. It was enjoyable to see all the variations of colors and places. 
Of course I participated.  Here is mine chart.


This lead me to another idea I had seen of an age chart and I had been wanting to do a Cause of Death Pedigree.  So I combined the two together and came up with the following. This chart is only 4 generations and not 5. 


You can click on the pictures to see a larger image. It was a fun idea and an enjoyable activity.  Paul even made a Pinterest board for the charts if you want to see some more. 

I just decided to play and I made a new chart just now, it is a Birth and Death Place Chart all in one. This even shows more migration of myself and ancestors. The top line is where the person was born the bottom line is where they died or in my case living.


Happy Searching!


 

Friday, December 18, 2015

They Said My Name Twice

That is a true statement!
And it is all because of a TV show with the same name.
Everywhere I went and everyday while the show was on TV 
people would say my name in the same annoying voice 
that is used in this video clip.
Mary Hartmann
Mary Hartmann

Yes I have two "N"s on the end of my Hartmann! 




I learned to make the best of it! 
Sometimes it would be fun and sometimes it wasn't.
Not so fun times would be when I went to the bank and tried to cash my paycheck. The teller would ask in all seriousness, 
"Is that really your name?" Just imagine the high pitched tone with that statement. And since I can be a little sarcastic I would reply, "No, that is why I am cashing a paycheck with 
that name on it."
Yes, back in the day you had to go to the bank every two weeks 
to deposit your check and get some cash. No direct deposits 
back in the 1970s. 
Also not so fun was when people would say to me, 
"I saw what you did on TV last night." or 
"I can't believe you drowned that guy in the chicken soup."
Hello people the show is using my name but I am not that person. 
One of the most annoying times was when I went to New York City to visit a friend and we went to the party and when I was introduced everyone spoke about the show. I tried to tell them about me but the show was more interesting to them. 
People it is make believe.  
My friend from Australia thought it was a true representation of Americans. I don't think so!

Some of the fun things were I made the newspaper because of my name. 


Guess who sowed up at Dade County jurors' pool the other day. Mary Hartman, that's who, that's who. Somebody made some crack about the TV connection, and the Miami's MH answered,
 "I had my name longer than SHE!"

Some times it was hard to come up with quick answered, you would think after a while, I would have a routine but I never did.  
One of my other comments was, "My grandmother had the same name, so it has a long history." 

When I worked at Variety Children's Hospital, now Miami Children's Hospital we all embroidered our names on our scrubs.  Here is a picture of me working in NICU with my name on my scrubs.  Yup I have it there twice.  My rings and watch were pined to my scrubs since we weren't allowed to wear jewelry and we did a surgical scrub when we came into work.

June 1977

People I worked with daily got tired of staying my name twice and so they shorten it to Mary Mary.

Another fun thing is it is a good ice breaker when introduced to new people, and people remember your name.  

My one sister in law told me people would give her a hard time about being Kathy Hartmann and wasn't she really Mary Hartmann or did she know Mary Hartmann. 

I only watched a few episodes because I worked evenings, 3 to 1130 at the hospital and it was on while I was at work.  I did see a couple of episodes on my evenings off, but I could never get into the show or understand it.  One of those shows you have to see from the beginning I guess. One of my best friends loved the show. I might have to watch it from the beginning one of these days.

Here is a link to Wikipedia about the show.

I had two friends that I would go out with one was Carol Burnett and the other was Anita Bryant.  Guys would never believe those were our names. I also had two other friends and the 
three of us were named Mary.  
So confusing and also not believe able but true. 

As time pasted you could tell when people hadn't heard about the TV show, as they were too young to watch it. 


Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Veterans Day 2015

Thinking about the veterans I know and I wanted to share this post again.  
Too all Veterans...Thank You for your Service. 

These documents are my Mom, Annette's Separation Qualification Record.  She was in the Army Nurse Corps towards the end of and after the end of WWII.  She was stationed at the 248th General Hospital at Manila Luzon Philippine Islands.  She entered the service on 29 Mar 1945 and was relieved of active duty on 15 Aug 1947.  Her rank was 1st Lieutenant. 







She earned two medals

Asiatic Pacific Service Medal
WWII Victory Medal Front



WWII Victory Medal Reverse Side
We don't have her medals or any pictures she took while in the service.  She never told me about her experiences.  When I first asked she felt I was too young to know, when I was older she was too sick with Cancer to be asked. Pictures of the medals are from various web sites.



Tuesday, August 18, 2015

I Helped

I haven't been doing much with my Genealogy lately too busy with kids and life.
I did take some time to index a batch for this event. 
It was a passenger list with 80+ names on it.  I thought it was never going to end but it did and hard handwriting, that did get a little easier once I got accustomed to the writing.  


Here is a screen shot of the second page.  



Click here to see all that was accomplished.

Monday, March 9, 2015

Last of the February Birthdays

The last two are Uncles. 
Uncle Richie is my Dad's brother and I am sad to say the last time I saw him was when I was eleven before I moved to Florida. He was a lot taller than my Dad and seventeen years younger.  He was a police man for the NYC police department.  
Born Feb 20, 1929 in College Point, Queens, New York died in 2009 in Hollywood, Broward, Florida.
When he retired he did move to Florida but I don't think my Dad ever saw him once he moved to Florida.  I remember my Dad was upset with him because he had divorced his first wife Eleanor Vent. Sadly I never reconnected with him once I was an adult.  I have no real reason, I just didn't.  I am truly sorry I didn't make the effort. 
I do have a picture of Uncle Richie some place but I am not going down that rabbit hole to look for it right now.  


Uncle Bill with my Grandmother Minnie Elizabeth Chaplin 

Now Uncle Bill I knew him better and was in contact with him by letters until he died.  We didn't have a close relationship but we were in contact and he was supportive of me. 
Born William Charles Chaplin on Feb 22, 1911, Brooklyn, King, New York and died March 21, 1992 in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. 
When I graduated from Community College with my ASN and passed my State Board as an RN, he sent me a medical caduceus under a nursing cap.  I still wear it on a chain around my neck. 
He sent me a beautiful portrait of my mother on her wedding day when I purchased my first home.  Uncle Bill was my mother's brother.  When I saw this picture of my mother I realized just how much I looked like her.  I have the same shape eyes.  
I have a few good memories of this good man.  
I wish I had know him better.