Wednesday's Hero

This Weeks Soldier Was Suggested By Sunny KayCol. Cyril Richard "Rick" Rescorla 68 years old from New York City, New York16th Air Assault Brigade, Parachute Regiment (England)Platoon Leader of 2nd Battalion, 7th Cavalry Regiment, 1st Cavalry Division (Airmobile) (U.S.)September 11, 2001Col. Rick Rescorla is a multiple time hero. In 1957 he enlisted in the British Army and began training as a paratrooper with The Parachute Regiment of the 16th Air Assault Brigade. He went on to serve with an intelligence unit in Cyprus, a paramilitary police inspector in the Northern Rhodesia Police (now the Zambia Police Service). When his military career ended in England he joined the Metropolitan Police Service in London. But he found the paperwork too boring and quite at the behest of a friend who encouraged him to join the United State Army. Which he did.In 1963, Rescorla enlisted, with his friend, in the United States Army. After he completed basic training he attended officer training school and was assigned as a platoon leader in the 2nd Battalion, 7th Cavalry Regiment, 1st Cavalry Division (Airmobile).He was shipped to Vietnam and participated in the Battle of la Drang. While in Vietnam, he was given the nickname "Hard Core" by his men for his bravery in battle.In 1968, Resorla became a U.S. citizen and continued his service in the Army Reserves until 1990 when he retired. In 1985 he joined a financial services firm, located in the World Trade Center, as security director.In 1993, when the WTC was bombed, Rescorla was instrumental in evacuating people from the building. Afterwards, he enacted a policy in which all employees of the firm practiced evacuation drills every three months.September 11, 2001. Rick Rescorla was supposed to be on vacation getting ready for his daughters wedding. Instead he was at work covering a shift for one of his deputies so that he could go on vacation. When American Airlines Flight 11 hit Tower 1, Rescorla ignored officials advice to stay put and opted instead to put his evacuation drills to use. While evacuating the 3,800 employees of his firm in Towers 2 and 5 he kept reminding them "be proud to be an American ...everyone will be talking about you tomorrow" and sang God Bless America over his bullhorn. When Flight 175 struck Tower 2, Rescorla had already evacuated most of the employees from his firm as well as many others from other floors. He then went back in, despite being told he needed to evacuate himself. The last known words anyone heard him say were, "As soon as I make sure everyone else is out". Tower 2 collapsed with Rick Rescorla last seen heading to the 10th floor looking for more people to help.As a result of his actions that day, all but six employees of his firm made it out alive. One of those being him and three others being his deputies who followed him into Tower 2, Wesley Mercer, Jorge Velazquez, and Godwin Forde.These brave men and women sacrifice so much in their lives so that others may enjoy the freedoms we get to enjoy everyday. For that, I am proud to call them Hero. We Should Not Only Mourn These Men And Women Who Died, We Should Also Thank God That Such People Lived This post is part of the Wednesday Hero Blogroll.

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Lough Swilly In Letterkenny County Donegal Ireland, Homeland Of The McCafferty/McCaffery

http://www.geographyinaction.co.uk/Issues/Lough%20Swilly.html


Donegal is a place I need to visit. I do not know the exact town our Gallagher ancestors are from in Donegal but I do know that our McCaffery ancestors are from the town Letterkenny. From What I know about Letterkenny is it is the largest town in Donegal that sits at the mouth of the Lough Swilly. From what I have researched thus far about Lough Swilly, it is a beautiful place to see. Click on the above link and read a little about it for yourself.

McCaffery Breakthrough

Over the last two months, I discovered two more distant cousins as in "distance", one lives in China and the other lives in Indiana. Bill Siejna (China) is a descendant of Bernard & Mary (Boland) Cafferty and Eileen Dougherty Russo (Indiana) is a descendant of Collum & Catherine McCaffery. Both came across my website during a "goggle" search and contacted me "via" email.

I was able to share a lot of Boland/Cafferty information with Bill. His mother currently lives up in NorthEast Philadelphia and Eileen gave me a ton of information on the McCaffery family. It is because of her that I now know grandmom's father, John McCaffery was Collum McCaffery Sr. younger brother who immigrated from Letterkenny, Donegal, Ireland on May 29th, 1907 on the ship "Columbia" through Ellis Island in New York. I reviewed his ship records myself just yesterday and realized why this family was difficult to trace. The McCaffery family are actually the McCafferty family dropping the letter "T" from their name when they came to America. All this time I have been researching McCaffery and McCaffrey never realizing the proper spelling was indeed McCafferty. Our great grandfather John McCaffery was one of thirteen children with only four immigrating from Donegal to Philadelphia. The four that immigrated were Collum (Uncle Coll's father), John (grandmom's father) and two sisters Ellen and Mary. Collum must have been one of the older of the thirteen children because he came over from Donegal between 1875 and 1878. Ellen came over around 1904. I am not sure when Mary came over but she was Ellen's contact in 1904. And of course our direct descendant John came in 1907 and his contact was Collum who at the time resided at 104 Dawson street in Manayunk. By 1909, John McCaffery was living at 115 Hermit Lane in Manayunk. Of course John McCaffery and Agnes (Bridget) Boland married in 1911 and grandmom (Anna Marie McCaffery Gallagher) was born in 1912. By that time they lived on Cresson Street.

According to John's ship records he was 5 "9" with light brownish hair (most likely reddish) and gray eyes. Our grandmother, his daughter had red hair, green eyes and a ton of freckles. It appears grandmom favored her father more in physical looks than her mother who was blue eyed and black haired.

Another interesting piece of information Eileen had was a copy of grandmom's mother's death certificate and it stated that Bridget died of an intestinal obstruction in the diverticulum which closely resembles the cause of death grandmom told us "appendicitis". It also gave the maiden name of Bridget's mother's as "McCarrick". This is another valuable piece of information because I just recently discovered that Ella (Ellen) was first married to a "Doherty" and even had at least one child named "Michael" before she married John Boland and had four other children. As far as I know, Michael Doherty remained in County Mayo and did not immigrate to Philadelphia.

Some more details just recently discovered; Collum McCaffery Sr. died on March 7th, 1926, twenty-two years after his wife (Catherine) died in 1904. He is interred at Westminster Cemetery along with his daughter Anna Pester and son John Edward McCaffery & wife Gertrude. Collum's wife Catherine is interred at St. Patrick's Cemetery in Norristown. Even though I found an Obit that also listed the daughter Catherine as being interred at St. Patrick's in 1905 at the age of 20 yrs old, this information is "questionable" because the cemetery supposedly does not have that record.

Another valuable piece of information is the name of the parents of Collum, John, Ellen and Mary. It appears their names were James & Catherine. It also appears that we have a ton of cousins still living in Donegal.

Eileen told me she visited grandmom in 1989, a year before grandmom's death and talked to her about her McCaffery side of the family. Eileen will be coming here to Philadelphia on June 10th to spend a few weeks with her parents who currently reside in the area. It is at this time, I along with my mother will meet the McCaffery clan.

And for my first cousins out there on the West Coast, there are McCaffery relatives out there in California....

Stay tune...

Quiet After The Storm

I surveyed my yard, the gardens, the bird feeders. The yard is a disaster. Debris everywhere. There are things in my backyard that blew in from other places in this neighborhood I have never seen. But the birds are happy. They are feasting as never before. The feeders survived and I only had to make a minor adjustment to one out of the three.

The gardens are in a major disarray. But those daffodils have guts because though they looked tumbled upon, they are making their best effort to stand back up.

47 mph winds with a mixture of snow, ice and rain for two entire days. It looked more like winter than spring around here and the temperatures are not suppose to be out of the 40's until Friday.

We got about four inches of rainfall here. Roads have been flooded out by the overflowing rivers and creeks. Trees toppled over from saturated grounds. Six inches of snow fell North of us in the mountains. New England, I understand got hit much harder.

I believe my weekend is already cut out for us around here. We need to clean up the debris out of the yard and gardens. Hopefully, this is the last of the crazy bad weather around here until next winter. Did I say, hopefully?

I am sure I can then return back to writing about family history instead of the weather. But, in the meantime, I was contacted "via" email from a distant McCaffery relative who came across my blog and I asked for any information she may have about the McCaffery clan. It would be especially great if she had information on our great grandfather John McCaffery. Anyway, it appears that this relative was the granddaughter of John Edward McCaffery, son of Collum & Catherine, brother of our Uncle Coll who was cousin to grandmom. For a long time now I questioned whether or not this John was our great grandfather and was really a nephew of Collum & Catherine and not a son. That question was answered with this latest email. If this person was a granddaughter and our grandmother was an only child then there are two John McCafferys, the one listed living with Collum and the one who is our direct descendant. I now wonder if perhaps Collum Sr. and our John McCaffery were brothers? Now that I know that Collum Jr. and our John were not brothers put probably nephew and uncle which meant Uncle Coll and grandmom were indeed second cousins.

At this point, you may be wondering how we came about calling Uncle Coll, uncle if he were a cousin of grandmom? Simple. Uncle Coll married grandmom's husband's sister. So, even though he was grandmom's cousin, he was also an Uncle to grandmom & grandpop's children by way of his marriage to grandpop's sister. Confusing? Yes. It is even more confusing when you realize that grandmom was born Anna Marie McCaffery and when she married grandpop became Anna Marie Gallagher whereas her sister-in-law was born Anna Marie Gallagher and when she married Uncle Coll she became Anna Marie McCaffery. Very confusing? Yes.

Of course this is not the first brother & sister duo marrying. Grandpop's own mother Mary Keller married William Gallagher then Mary's brother John Keller married William Gallagher's sister Sally Gallagher. Mary Keller became Mary Gallagher whereas Sally Gallagher became Sally Keller. I am thinking none of our family got out of the city much for they married each other's cousins, brothers and sisters.

Close family? Huh?

Springtime In Philadelphia

Your eyes are not playing tricks on you. Yes, this is indeed snow that is the wet heavy type that weighs down everything including the bird feeders located here in the backyard.

My poor sad spring flowers look as though they were run over by a tractor. The Nor'easter brought such high winds that we were awaken before dawn by the pounding driving howls that smashed sleet up against the bedroom window with such force we thought the windows were going to crack from the pressure.

I have little hope that these flowers will survive this funky storm. It is suppose to be April Showers bring May Flowers not a Windy Spring Ice Storm.

We Are Ready, Maybe

In anticipation of the expected Nor'easter that is in the process of making its way up to our neck of the woods, the flower containers have been brought indoors and the flowers boxes that need to remain outside have been relocated to a safer spot where the expected high winds will not cause as much damage. As far as I know this storm will bring us a cold wintry mix of nonsense generally not seen here in April. The worse part of all this is the weather is not expected to be anywhere near springtime - like - temperatures until the very end of next week.

Highs of 46 is not spring, folks. I say 46 very loosely too for it is still bordering around 35.

Again, what happened to spring? Did spring not receive the email I sent last week, that it is April? You know that particular time of the year when the weather is warmer, the flowers bloom and the birds sing. When the winter coats are stored away and the spring jackets are brought out. The time of year were we wear open toe shoes and Capri pants. I think this part of the country has been forgotten lately. I have a feeling winter is just going to turn into summer and spring is going to be lost this season. My poor poor poor spring bulbs. They may never have a chance to grow and blossom as they are suppose to do.

But then again, things could be worse; http://www.notesfromthetrenches.com/

Hello Spring. We are here awaiting, impatiently. Come out come out wherever you are.

Opportunity

It has been a great ride, a wonderful journey, a destiny fulfilled. Years of research and endless hard work that I have lovingly enjoyed has paid off with a few simple words from a reporter from the Review. He called me a "continual wonder" and "an local history expert". Imagine my surprise when I read those words because the last thing I have ever considered myself was "a continual wonder" or "expert in local history".

I am just a person who loves her family and likes a good story. It has been a labor of love for a family whom I am proud to have descended from. It has been a labor of love for my children to someday know who they are and where they came from. It is work I have a passion and joy for. I love to fill in the pieces of the puzzle called "someone else's life".

What started as a simple family history about my family evolved into a local history of all the folks who lived, worshiped, worked and raised children. How can I write about John Keller without mentioning he lived in a small industrious town called Manayunk? How can I write about him being interred in Bethany without mentioning that this was a small German Lutheran Cemetery filled with 19th century German Immigrants? How can I write about 19th century German Immigrants without mentioning Karl & Dorthea Voigt interred in that same cemetery whose son Henry Charles Voigt fought, died and was buried out at Little Big Horn? How can I write about William Gallagher without mentioning he was my grandfather who lived in that same Manayunk town? Who worked in steel mills? How can I write about working in steel mills without mentioning which two mills he worked at, Pencoyd and Midvale? How can I write about his son John (Uncle Jack) without mentioning the cemetery in East Fall's called Laurel Hill where Jack was good friends with the Proud Family and worked mowing the grounds when Midvale Steel was on strike? How can I write about Laurel Hill Cemetery without mentioning its own unique history?

It goes on and on and on like the snowflake that becomes the snowball that eventually turns into an avalanche of information.

Before, I knew it my simple family history snow-balled into a history about not only them but about the persons, places and things they were associated with. I posted my research and before I knew it others doing the same research found my site and emailed me to ask if I had any information about so and so or about this and that. I answer all my emails and I freely give away any and all information I have discovered because that is what history is all about, the sharing of information, the connecting between people and events, the love of piecing the parts of every puzzle together.

Thank you Bernard Scally of the Review.

Thank you Marijane.

Thank you to everyone who reads this blog.

I really love and appreciate you all.

Family Trivia

Did you know that Uncle Jack and Uncle Billy shined shoes and sold newspapers outside what was once known as Shibe Park then Connie Mack Stadium where the Phillies once played?

Did you know that Uncle Jack once sold a newspaper to Babe Ruth and President Franklin D. Roosevelt at that same stadium?

Did you know that this stadium was located in a Philadelphia neighborhood called "Swamppoodle"?

Did you know that this neighborhood was where Aunt Ann was born and that the older children attended St. Columbus grade school before the family moved to Ridge Avenue?

Did you know that Uncle Billy was an excellent Baseball player in his own right who along with Uncle Gene played on the Midvale Baseball Team?

Did you know I attended some of their games?

Did you know that Uncle Billy was a Paratrooper during the Korean War who received two Bronze Stars and one Purple Heart?

Did you know that there was another local Philadelphia neighborhood called "Paradise" located around 29th & Clearfield?

Did you know that when I was a little girl living in East Falls, my older brother Michael found a stray collie roaming around in Laurel Hill Cemetery and brought him home?

Did you know that this same collie jumped out of the window in my mother's moving car on Germantown Avenue but still managed to find its way home all the way back to East Falls limping the entire way?

Did you know that this same collie wandered off to 29th & Clearfield in Paradise and decided to check himself into the S.P.C.A?

Did you know that this dog layed outside the S.P.C.A. and would not move even though its employees tried to chase him away finally prompting a telephone call to my mother for her to come and pick the dog up?

Valley Green At Dusk

Bill & I took the dog for a walk after dinner last night in Valley Green, a beautiful and scenic section of Wissahichon Park where all my ancestors before me probably took that same exact walk a thousand times.

I cannot remember the last time I walked in Valley Green this time of the day. We generally go down in the late morning or early afternoon with the grandkids to walk the trails and feed the ducks. The last time being when Shaun (age 5yrs) announced he was hunting for bear for dinner. Ahh, to be 5 years old again.

Walking along the trails early last evening with Bill beside me and the dog at hand, I could not help but feel the peace and serenity of this place with the ducks leisurely swimming in the creek below us and the joggers running sporadically pass our way.

As we walked we saw a few folks fishing and I could almost pick out the exact location where my grandfather took me as a little girl to fish in those same waters. I could envision him clearly with pole and bucket in hand looking for the perfect spot along the creek to fish. We always went at the crack of dawn and many times I fell asleep bundled up at his side until the sun rose high in the sky as he sat quietly trying to snag that perfect fish (which by the way was generally catfish). Grandpop never ate the catfish himself but gave it away to those he worked with at Midvale Steel who enjoyed eating that type of fish.

Lately, I have been experiencing a resurge of memories from my childhood some bad but some very very good. I was very fortunate to have two grandparents in my life whom I knew without a doubt loved me unconditionally. How many people can say that today? These two people were instrumental in my development as a human being. Those mornings fishing with grandpop and those evenings sitting on the front steps with grandmom are memories I will cherish forever.

St. James The Less Episcopal Church

Began in 1846 at Mount Peace, home of Robert Ralston. Today Mount Peace is a cemetery.

The edifice of the church was located at Nicetown Lane (Hunting Park Ave) and Summer Street (Clearfield Street). These grounds were donated by Robert Ralston and were once a part of his Mount Peace Estate.

In 1887, the parish house was built by John Dobson, an East Fall's resident who lived in a house on Westmoreland Street and owned the Dobson Mills with his brother James.

The last buildings to be built as part of the church were erected in 1917.

More St. Bridget Church Statistics

It was a mission of St. Stephen's that was run by two priests, Father McMahon and Father Cullen who attended to the spiritual needs of the Catholics in the area because there was no Catholic Church in the East Fall's before 1855.

St. John Neumann who was the Bishop of Philadelphia established that a Catholic Church should be built in East Fall's. St. Bridget's was then built and Father McMahon & Father Cullen were the parish's first two priests. Father Cullen was the first pastor while Father McMahon remained involved at the mission.

Within the first year, 46 baptisms occurred.

3900 Block Of Ridge Avenue

Where the Schroeders then Gallaghers lived was built between 1850 and 1900.

19th Century Water Travel

As of April 13th, 1894, there were four steamboats which travelled from Fairmount Dam to Wissahickon that carried between 700 & 800 people and made stops at Belmont Cottage (Hunting Park Avenue meets East River Drive), Laurel Hill (at the bottom of the cemetery along East River Drive), Wood's Landing, Falls of Schuylkill (East Fall's near the Fall's Bridge) and Wissahickon (where Shurs Lane meets Main Street).

The Mayflower, Volunteer, Vigilant and Defender ran every 30 mins from April til Winter.

East Fall's Baseball Trivia

In the early part of the 20th Century located at 35th & Ridge Avenue was Nunny's Field where the Clearfield AA and the Rosewood Baseball teams played their Home Games.

Average Prices In 1901 In East Fall's

Tea 35 cents a pound

Coffee 30 cents a pound

Butter 25 cents a pound

Flour 59 cents for a 24 pound bag

Cocoa 9 cents a can

Sugar 5 cents a pound

In The Year 1900, These Businesses Existed Between Westmoreland Street, Ridge Avenue, Clearfield and 35th Street

St James The Less Church

Dove & Swam Tavern

Thos Delahanty Marble Yard

John Dobson's House

Renshurn Hotel


In addition, Summer Street was changed to Clearfield Street and Nicetown Lane was changed to Hunting Park Avenue.

19th Century East Fall's Businesses

James Parks
Fruit & Produce
4114 Ridge Ave


Geo MaGill
Haberdashery & Dry Goods Shop
Ridge & Midvale Ave

W.M. Turner
Undertaker
4170 Ridge Ave

Death Of A Sibling

I discovered an old obituary dated September 17th, 1905 on genealogybank.com, a website Bill & I use for research. It appears Uncle Coll had a sister named Catherine who died on September 14th, 1905 at the age of 20 years old.

Catherine was listed in the obit as being the daughter of Collum & the late Catherine McCaffery. She was laid out at 118 Dawson Street (Manayunk), home of Robert Pester. In later Census Records, Collum & Catherine's older daughter Anna was listed as being married to Robert Pester.

Catherine McCaffery's funeral mass was held at St John the Baptist Church and interment was in St Patrick's Cemetery in Norristown.

I suppose you can probably guess that I will be taking a trip up to Norristown to check for McCaffery graves because if she was buried up there in St Patrick's Cemetery then I can guess so were her parents.

My question is, "Why a cemetery up in Norristown"?

At this point in time, I now know that Collum McCaffery immigrated from Ireland in 1875 and was married to a woman named Catherine. So far I have been able to count four children associated with Collum & Catherine McCaffery. The children are Anna, Catherine, John & Collum. Anna married Robert Pester. Catherine died in 1905. Collum married Anna Marie Gallagher and had two children Collum (Buddy) & Mary.

Then there was John McCaffery. Was this John really Collum's son or was he a nephew? If he was a nephew then he was grandmom's father. The long lost father whom I have not been able to successfully trace.

And it is totally strange that in the 1910 Census Records, all four children remain listed in Collum McCaffery's household including the younger daughter, Catherine (Katie) who supposely died in 1905. Though the ery spelling of the name is less common than the rey spelling, there are many McCafferys listed in the Census Records from 1880-1930. The name Collum is very unique.

These McCafferys continue to elude and fascinate me. St Patrick's, here I come.

When I Was Nine Years Old

I used to love to roller skate around in a circle outside my house in the middle of the street.

I used to love to ride my bike around the same circle in the same street.

I used to love to jump rope with my girlfriends. I was really very good at jumping "double dutch".

I used to love to play with my dolls in the backyard of my friend Margie Gallagher's house who lived right around the corner.

I used to love playing in Laurel Hill Cemetery climbing on the headstones and chasing the many stray kittens running in the area.

I had four close friends back in 1969. They were Linda Kenny, Margie Gallagher, Marlene Caruso and Kathy Conboy.

I wonder where they are today.

Easter Symbols

From Our House To Your House, Happy Happy Easter

Eastre (or "Ostara"), the Anglo-Saxon Teutonic goddess of spring and fertility was often accompanied by a hare when represented. The fertile nature of rabbits and hares is another symbol of new life and the rebirth that occurs during the spring season.

Also, German settlers in America are said to have brought over the tradition of a bunny named "Oschter Haws" who would visit houses on Easter eve, leaving colored eggs for children. Easter eggs were painted different colors to represent the sunlight of spring. Christians later used eggs to symbolize the rebirth of Christ.

Another Easter tradition is the eating of Hot Cross Buns. These cakes were marked by the Saxons to honor Eastre, the fertility goddess. The crosses on the buns are said to represent the moon's quarters, while Christians see the cross as a reference to the crucifixtion.

What Was Once The Grounds Of Allenwood Steel

Hey, It's Suppose To Be Spring, Hello?

(circa February 2007)

It poured down rain yesterday and afterwards the cold front complete with its biting winds kicked in and now I hear it is suppose to drop down to 20 degrees tonight with a threat of snow showers. Hello out there dear mother nature but have you not heard, it is SPRINGTIME. The flowers in my garden will not appreciate 20 degree snow showers. So, please knock it off and I mean like RIGHT NOW. Easter Bonnets do not want to be replaced with Snow Caps this Sunday. Really.

World War I Record Of Frank Christian Maier

Frank C. Maier (Dad's grandfather) was born on May 19th, 1888 and had dark brown hair, dark brown eyes and was of medium built and height. Click on to enlarge & view the World War I Military Record.

Frank C. & Mary A. Maier

Click to enlarge & view 1920 Census Record of Dad's grandparents, Frank C. & Mary A. Maier.

Click to enlarge & view 1930 Census Record.

Frank & Fredericka Maier

Click to enlarge & view 1910 Census Records. This is Dad's great grandparents who immigrated from Germany in 1883.

Click to enlarge & view 1920 Census Records.

Maier

Six months or so ago I began to research my Dad's family. And some of the information I discovered was even a surprise to him such as he is not 100% of German ancestry as he once thought but has a little Switz & Irish in the mix from his grandmother's side of the family. There are still many details I still have not discovered such as his grandmother's maiden name but what I have found is as followed;

In the 1910 Census Records, there was a Frank & Fredericka Maier who resided on 886 28th Street in Philadelphia. Frank was employed as a "Watchman" in a Brewery and was listed as being 61 years old. His wife, Fredericka was a "Homemaker" who was listed as being 53 years old.

Also residing in the home were five children. Freda was 28 years old and employed as a 'Shipping Clerk". John was 24 years old and made teeth. Next was Frank (direct ancestor) who was listed as being 22 years old and was employed as an "Electrician". Charles was 18 years old and also made teeth. The youngest child listed was Caroline who was listed as being 15 years old.

In the 1920 Census Records, Frank was still working in the Brewery as a "Watchman" but this record listed him as being born in 1851 and immigrating from Germany to Philadelphia in 1883. It also appears his wife immigrated in 1883 too. Though at this time I do not know if they were married and came together. The only child still living at home was Charles and he was listed as being employed as a "Steamfitter" for heaters & ranges. All three still resided at 886 28th Street.

In 1920, Frank Maier (son & direct descendant) was listed as being married to Mary and they resided at 2307 Laura Street in Philadelphia with two children, Mary (direct descendant) was 5 years old and Rita was 1 years old.

In the 1930 Census Records, I could no longer track Frank & Fredericka Maier.

In the 1930 Census Records, Frank (son & direct descendant) was listed as being 42 years old and was still employed as an "Electrician". This census record listed his parents as immigrating from Germany. His wife was listed as being 40 years old. Her father was listed as immigrating from Switzerland and her mother immigrating from Ireland thus creating the Switz and Irish connection to my Dad. The couple lived at 2315 Myrtlewood Street in the Strawberry Mansion Section of Philadelphia with two nephews, Charles age 10 & Frank age 9, three daughters, Mary(direct descendant) age 15, Rita age 11 and Caroline age 3. There was a granddaughter also listed who was nine months old named Katherine. The Myrtlewood Street house was purchased for 3,000 dollars.

I fine it interesting that Frank & Mary Maier were raising their two nephews in 1930. The boys' parents were listed as living on 1976 73rd Street (unless of course, these were not the boys'parents) and Charles and his wife Emma were employed. Charles was a "Clerk" while Emma worked in a "Spinning Mill". Their house was listed as being purchased for 6,000 dollars.