Katherine (Kate) Boland, sister of Bridget Boland came to Philadelphia from Ireland with another of Bernard Cafferty's sisters, Margaret Cafferty. Kate was listed as being born in Killala while Margaret was listed as being born in Ballina. Click to enlarge.
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Ship "Merion" Left Queenstown April 18th, 1907, Arrived Philadelphia April 30th, 1907
Katherine (Kate) Boland, sister of Bridget Boland came to Philadelphia from Ireland with another of Bernard Cafferty's sisters, Margaret Cafferty. Kate was listed as being born in Killala while Margaret was listed as being born in Ballina. Click to enlarge.
1930 Census Record "Boland"
John and Margaret Boland lived at 1 Laboratory Hill in the East Falls Section of Philadelphia. Laboratory Hill was a community built around a chemical plant where the residents worked. John was a laborer in the chemical plant. He was listed as being 34 yrs old. Also in residence was his wife Margaret (34 yrs old) and their three children, Anna (9 yrs old), Margaret (5 yrs old) and John (2 yrs old). John's father was also listed in the household. He was 65 yrs old.Please note that two of John & Margaret's children died in early childhood. Mary died in 1923 at age 3 yrs old. Theresa died in 1928 at age 18 months old.
Also of interest, Margaret Boland immigrated to Philadelphia from Ireland in 1914.
Friday, February 23, 2007
Ship "Merion" Left Queenstown August 16th, 1906, Arrived In Philadelphia August 25th, 1906
This is the ship's passenger list for Bridget Boland McCaffery (great grandmother) and Bridget Cafferty (sister of Bernard Cafferty). Bridget Boland is listed as being 20 yrs old and born in Killala while Bridget Cafferty is listed as being 22 yrs old and born in Ballina. Please note that the term Schuylkill was once used for the current name of East Falls Click on image to view details.Thursday, February 22, 2007
1981
Jerry Cannon, my grandmother, my mother, Mary McKiernan, Molly Cannon (black sleeveless dress), Molly's brother, Nancy, Uncle Gene, (unknown man), Uncle Bill, Helen, Aunt DoloresThose who are deceased; my grandmother, Molly's brother, Uncle Bill and Helen.
Open Letter To Molly
Today, you glide ever closer to death. My heart breaks with the thought. Truly.
I have known you all my life because you were my mother's closest friend since childhood. Forty-six years would pass before I had the good fortune to call you mother-in-law. How funny life can be with its twists and turns.
I remember when my mother took me to your house in Plymouth Valley after your fourth child and first daughter, Joanie was born. I clearly remember Joanie lying in her crib. I also remember the house full of boys. Funny that I would eventually marry one of them later though it was this particular son, I cannot remember as a child. But, I remember the one called Jerry all too well. He was born just four days before me in 1960 and we would be nursery-mates as well as you and my mother were room-mates in that same hospital.
That day in Plymouth Valley, Jerry got on my nerves with his nonstop talking and bragging not to mention his grandmother, your mother egging him on because he was 8 yrs old and could spell the word "aspirin". Strange how someone can remember something so silly.
Do you remember when my parents lived in Manahawkin, just outside of Long Beach Island right on the bay? You came to visit every summer and stayed with my parents so we shared numerous barbecues and beach-time. I clearly remember your husband making his (at the time) famous blue fish on the grill. It actually was not too bad. This was the fish that he, my Dad and sometimes my oldest son, Shaun caught while out on those fishing trips.
Then I remember sitting on the beach with you and my mother while you two discussed things that I probably should have never known. Sometimes during those conversations, I had the feeling you both had forgotten I was even there.
Remember, the couple on the beach who had one little girl named "Tara". When you overheard the mother of that child call out to her daughter your first reaction/comment was, "the parents must be yuppies to have named their daughter, Tara". Again, it is funny how one remembers such silly things. Then, there was always that white zinc cream you generously put on your nose to avoid a sun-burn on that area of your anatomy.
Then there was that hot August day when my brother Michael got married and all the bridesmaids including me wore pink satin in one hundred degree weather where the church lacked air-conditioning and where I nicely tore the seam to my very very pink satin gown just as I got out of the car. The entire wedding I spent worrying that the four safety pins holding that dress together would come undone rendering me naked up at the altar in front of all those guests many which were cops because at the time, my brother was a cop.
That night as I laid on the sofa at my parents' house in that stupid hot pink torn dress, I overheard you and my mother talking (probably after many glasses of wine) and the topic was me so naturally I continued to lay there pretending that I was asleep just so I could hear what the two of you had to say about "me".
I remember you telling my mother how beautiful I looked sleeping. I could not be more than 30 yrs old at the time. (an age where no one should be forced to wear pink satin in August)
I just cannot let that dress thing go, can I?
For as long as I have known you, you always drank Merlot. Though Merlot tends to give me a headache, I too like wine. However, my own children saw that I developed an ulcer and put an end to that little pleasure.
12:11pm
I just spoke to Bill. He said the Hospice Nurse tells him its only a matter of hours. He is one thousand miles away and I cannot do a damn thing but talk to him on the phone. To complicate matters even worse, is his father's health. It is my understanding that he too has spent a great deal of time in bed today sick with a fever and sore throat.
I have known you all my life because you were my mother's closest friend since childhood. Forty-six years would pass before I had the good fortune to call you mother-in-law. How funny life can be with its twists and turns.
I remember when my mother took me to your house in Plymouth Valley after your fourth child and first daughter, Joanie was born. I clearly remember Joanie lying in her crib. I also remember the house full of boys. Funny that I would eventually marry one of them later though it was this particular son, I cannot remember as a child. But, I remember the one called Jerry all too well. He was born just four days before me in 1960 and we would be nursery-mates as well as you and my mother were room-mates in that same hospital.
That day in Plymouth Valley, Jerry got on my nerves with his nonstop talking and bragging not to mention his grandmother, your mother egging him on because he was 8 yrs old and could spell the word "aspirin". Strange how someone can remember something so silly.
Do you remember when my parents lived in Manahawkin, just outside of Long Beach Island right on the bay? You came to visit every summer and stayed with my parents so we shared numerous barbecues and beach-time. I clearly remember your husband making his (at the time) famous blue fish on the grill. It actually was not too bad. This was the fish that he, my Dad and sometimes my oldest son, Shaun caught while out on those fishing trips.
Then I remember sitting on the beach with you and my mother while you two discussed things that I probably should have never known. Sometimes during those conversations, I had the feeling you both had forgotten I was even there.
Remember, the couple on the beach who had one little girl named "Tara". When you overheard the mother of that child call out to her daughter your first reaction/comment was, "the parents must be yuppies to have named their daughter, Tara". Again, it is funny how one remembers such silly things. Then, there was always that white zinc cream you generously put on your nose to avoid a sun-burn on that area of your anatomy.
Then there was that hot August day when my brother Michael got married and all the bridesmaids including me wore pink satin in one hundred degree weather where the church lacked air-conditioning and where I nicely tore the seam to my very very pink satin gown just as I got out of the car. The entire wedding I spent worrying that the four safety pins holding that dress together would come undone rendering me naked up at the altar in front of all those guests many which were cops because at the time, my brother was a cop.
That night as I laid on the sofa at my parents' house in that stupid hot pink torn dress, I overheard you and my mother talking (probably after many glasses of wine) and the topic was me so naturally I continued to lay there pretending that I was asleep just so I could hear what the two of you had to say about "me".
I remember you telling my mother how beautiful I looked sleeping. I could not be more than 30 yrs old at the time. (an age where no one should be forced to wear pink satin in August)
I just cannot let that dress thing go, can I?
For as long as I have known you, you always drank Merlot. Though Merlot tends to give me a headache, I too like wine. However, my own children saw that I developed an ulcer and put an end to that little pleasure.
12:11pm
I just spoke to Bill. He said the Hospice Nurse tells him its only a matter of hours. He is one thousand miles away and I cannot do a damn thing but talk to him on the phone. To complicate matters even worse, is his father's health. It is my understanding that he too has spent a great deal of time in bed today sick with a fever and sore throat.
1910 Census Records
John and his wife Ellen along with children Kate, John Jr. and Ellen lived on 137 River Road in Lower Merion Township in 1910. Click on to view larger image.Boland
I finally located the burial records of John and Ellen Doherty Boland, maternal grandparents of my grandmother Anna Marie McCaffery Gallagher.
Folk lore suggested that they were interred at St. John the Baptist's church grave-yard in Manayunk. However, after several trips over to St. John's and numerous hours searching through their records, I never found any records suggesting they even had a funeral mass at this church let alone were buried in their church-yard.
It also did not make sense to me that a plot was purchased by John Boland at Holy Sepulchre for his daughter, my great grandmother, Bridget McCaffery when she died in 1915. The question that always remained in my mind was why would the parents be buried upon their own deaths at St. John's when their child was interred at Holy Sepulchre.
Then I discovered another Boland sister, Aunt Kate was also interred at Holy Sepulchre along with her husband, Daniel.
Last week, I discovered two more Boland families at Holy Sepulchre, my great great grandparents and their son, wife and two young daughters.
I also discovered that Ellen Boland did not die as thought when my grandmother was 7 yrs old but when grandmom was 14 yrs old. So the question remains, how old was grandmom when she went to live with Aunt Kate? The answer is somewhere between 1920 (after the 1920 census were taken) and 1926. I may never really ever know.
On April 6th, 1923, John Boland Jr. purchased a family plot for 75 dollars when his 3 yr old daughter, Mary died. She was interred on April 7th, 1923 in Section Z, Range 2, Lot 33, Grave #1. Address at time of death was 1941 Bonitz Street. (Nicetown)
Ellen Boland (great great grandmother) was interred on June 26th, 1926 in Section Z, Range 2, Lot 33, Grave #4. Address at time of death was 4807 Ridge Avenue. Age at time of death was 65 yrs old. (East Falls) Funeral was probably from St. Bridget's Church.
Theresa Boland (another daughter od John Boland Jr.) was interred on March 28th, 1928 at age 18 months old. Section Z, Range 2, Lot 33, Grave #1. Address at time of death was 1 Laboratory Hill. (East Falls)
John Boland (great great grandfather) was interred on January 6th, 1934. Section Z, Range 2, Lot 33, Grave #4. He was listed as being 71 yrs old and address was 1 Laboratory Hill. (East Falls)
John Boland Jr. was interred on September 9th, 1964. Section Z, Range 2, Lot 33, Grave #2. He was listed as being 69 yrs old and lived at 723 E. Price Street. (Germantown)
Margaret Boland (John Boland Jr.'s wife) was interred on April 16th, 1970. Section Z, Range 2, Lot 33, Grave #2. She was listed as being 75 yrs old and lived at #6 River Birch Road in Turnerville, N.J.
Folk lore suggested that they were interred at St. John the Baptist's church grave-yard in Manayunk. However, after several trips over to St. John's and numerous hours searching through their records, I never found any records suggesting they even had a funeral mass at this church let alone were buried in their church-yard.
It also did not make sense to me that a plot was purchased by John Boland at Holy Sepulchre for his daughter, my great grandmother, Bridget McCaffery when she died in 1915. The question that always remained in my mind was why would the parents be buried upon their own deaths at St. John's when their child was interred at Holy Sepulchre.
Then I discovered another Boland sister, Aunt Kate was also interred at Holy Sepulchre along with her husband, Daniel.
Last week, I discovered two more Boland families at Holy Sepulchre, my great great grandparents and their son, wife and two young daughters.
I also discovered that Ellen Boland did not die as thought when my grandmother was 7 yrs old but when grandmom was 14 yrs old. So the question remains, how old was grandmom when she went to live with Aunt Kate? The answer is somewhere between 1920 (after the 1920 census were taken) and 1926. I may never really ever know.
On April 6th, 1923, John Boland Jr. purchased a family plot for 75 dollars when his 3 yr old daughter, Mary died. She was interred on April 7th, 1923 in Section Z, Range 2, Lot 33, Grave #1. Address at time of death was 1941 Bonitz Street. (Nicetown)
Ellen Boland (great great grandmother) was interred on June 26th, 1926 in Section Z, Range 2, Lot 33, Grave #4. Address at time of death was 4807 Ridge Avenue. Age at time of death was 65 yrs old. (East Falls) Funeral was probably from St. Bridget's Church.
Theresa Boland (another daughter od John Boland Jr.) was interred on March 28th, 1928 at age 18 months old. Section Z, Range 2, Lot 33, Grave #1. Address at time of death was 1 Laboratory Hill. (East Falls)
John Boland (great great grandfather) was interred on January 6th, 1934. Section Z, Range 2, Lot 33, Grave #4. He was listed as being 71 yrs old and address was 1 Laboratory Hill. (East Falls)
John Boland Jr. was interred on September 9th, 1964. Section Z, Range 2, Lot 33, Grave #2. He was listed as being 69 yrs old and lived at 723 E. Price Street. (Germantown)
Margaret Boland (John Boland Jr.'s wife) was interred on April 16th, 1970. Section Z, Range 2, Lot 33, Grave #2. She was listed as being 75 yrs old and lived at #6 River Birch Road in Turnerville, N.J.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Someone Is Either A Complete Moron Or They Forgot That They Actually Let Me Go
Today, I received a Confidential Exit Interview from my former employer of twenty-years. Let me just sum it up for you while I sit here in shock.
The form asked a number of questions which by the way I am suppose to fill out and send back to Human Resources. (I had to take a second look as to where I was suppose to actually send this form after completion because the two sentence termination letter dated January 5th, 2007 that I received did come from that same department) Oh if you prefer to read about that, please click on this previous post. http://ajourneyintothepast.blogspot.com/2007/01/when-down-just-kick-in-teeth.html
Anyway to make a very long story short, here are a few examples of the type of questions they want me to answer.
Why did you initially decide to join (name of hospital)?
What is your reason for leaving now? other employment? to attend school? no child care? moving out of the area?
Did you consider a transfer to another department prior to leaving?
Could anything have been done to prevent your leaving? Please comment.
Would you ever consider returning? Yes? No?
Please rate the following about your department. (which gave me the option to chose excellent, good, fair, poor or N/A.
Working conditions?
Staffing?
Opportunity for advancement?
Rate of pay?
Health insurance?
and various other-like questions.
Then it asked me to rate my supervisor? Too bad Back-Stabbing was not an option in which to choose from.
Then it asked me whether or not I would recommend this place to my friends as a place to work?
Finally, it asked me one last question. Do I have any suggestions that I felt would make this a better place to work?
I am just wondering if I should enclose that birthday card/free meal with my reply?
The form asked a number of questions which by the way I am suppose to fill out and send back to Human Resources. (I had to take a second look as to where I was suppose to actually send this form after completion because the two sentence termination letter dated January 5th, 2007 that I received did come from that same department) Oh if you prefer to read about that, please click on this previous post. http://ajourneyintothepast.blogspot.com/2007/01/when-down-just-kick-in-teeth.html
Anyway to make a very long story short, here are a few examples of the type of questions they want me to answer.
Why did you initially decide to join (name of hospital)?
What is your reason for leaving now? other employment? to attend school? no child care? moving out of the area?
Did you consider a transfer to another department prior to leaving?
Could anything have been done to prevent your leaving? Please comment.
Would you ever consider returning? Yes? No?
Please rate the following about your department. (which gave me the option to chose excellent, good, fair, poor or N/A.
Working conditions?
Staffing?
Opportunity for advancement?
Rate of pay?
Health insurance?
and various other-like questions.
Then it asked me to rate my supervisor? Too bad Back-Stabbing was not an option in which to choose from.
Then it asked me whether or not I would recommend this place to my friends as a place to work?
Finally, it asked me one last question. Do I have any suggestions that I felt would make this a better place to work?
I am just wondering if I should enclose that birthday card/free meal with my reply?
Heinrich (Henry) B Ritter
Henry B Ritter and his third wife (our descendant) Mary Voigt RitterHenry B Ritter was born September 17th, 1835 in Kirchheim an der eck, Germany and was the son of Christian and Philipina Oswald Ritter, brother to Jakob (July 1st, 1830), Christian (1832), Philip J (September 17th, 1837) and Elisabeth (January 8th, 1845), another brother (eldest) also named Heinrich died when he was four years old.
At the age of nineteen, Henry immigrated to the state of Ohio where two of his brothers (Jakob & Christian) immigrated at an earlier date. In Ohio, he worked for two years on his brother's farm before at the request of his cousin Philip J Ritter, he moved to Philadelphia. He worked just six months at his cousin's Philadelphian company before he resigned. After he left Philip's company, he worked as a driver then conductor on a street railroad before he decided to go in business for himself.
Henry opened a hotel and saloon in the Manayunk Section of Philadelphia.
The interesting thing about Henry is that he was married four times with all four wives dying before he met his own death in April of 1893. His first wife, Mary Meiers died April 3rd, 1862. They had no children together. His second wife, Wilhelmina Hasserrick died October 4th, 1871. They had three children. However, only two survived. They are Anna Mary born March 28th, 1868 and Charles born October 14th, 1870.
But it is Henry's third wife, Mary Voigt that makes the connection with our family. The Voigts were the cousins of the Kellers and John Keller ( my great great grandfather) was our direct ancestor.
Henry and Mary Voigt Ritter had five children together before Mary died on June 12th, 1884. They are John Gottlieb (February 18th, 1874), Josephina (September 8th, 1875), Dorethea Elizabeth (June 3rd, 1877), Philip J (September 14th, 1878) and Louisa (August 4th, 1882).
Henry's fourth and final wife, Elizabeth Mary Bichlein died May 31st, 1892. They had three children together, Frederick John (June 20th, 1886), William Washington (April 24th, 1887) and Hermina (August 17th, 1890).
When Henry died in 1893, his two children from his marriage to Mary Voigt, John Gottlieb ( age 19) and Dorethea Elizabeth (age 16) assumed responsibility of Henry's hotel and saloon business and all the younger children. However, in 1899 the business proved not to be successful so he gained employment at his cousin's place, The Philip J Ritter Conserve Company where he worked various positions before he landed the position of Salesman for the City of Philadelphia.
Some personal information about Henry B Ritter and his son John Gottlieb. Henry was of dark complexion with dark eyes and a moustache. He was 5 "9" tall and his first position in Germany was a wine, fruit and grain farmer. He was baptized in the Protestant church and was a member of the Masonic Order.
John Gottlieb was 6' tall, well built with dark hair and dark eyes. He was near sighted so he wore glasses.
In the 1800's Manayunk/Roxborough was often referred to as the suburbs of the city even though it was actually part of the city. In the 1800's, Frankford was often referred to as the city and after John and Dorethea closed the hotel and saloon in Manayunk in 1899, they are referred to as moving from the suburbs (Manayunk) to the city (Frankford) to be closer to the Philip J Ritter Conserve Company which of course was located in the Frankford Section of Philadelphia.
I have alot more information about the Ritter family which I will share at a later date. I also have a photograph of Henry and Mary Voigt Ritter (Mary was a very pretty woman) and two of their children John and Dorethea which I also will share at a later date.
I want to mention that all of the above information was taken from a book originally written in 1905 by Philip John Ritter in Philadelphia PA. The book is called the Family Register of George Christian Ritter of Leiningen, Rheinpfalz, Baiern, Germany and his descendants from 1735 to 1905. which was sent to me by one of our distant cousins Curtis Arnold Ritter who along with Robert West Ritter reprinted it in 1996. The original author of this book was the brother of Curtis's great great grandfather Christian. Curtis is currently an attorney at Dow, Lohnes & Albertson in Washington, D. C. However, he was born and raised right here in Roxborough.
At the age of nineteen, Henry immigrated to the state of Ohio where two of his brothers (Jakob & Christian) immigrated at an earlier date. In Ohio, he worked for two years on his brother's farm before at the request of his cousin Philip J Ritter, he moved to Philadelphia. He worked just six months at his cousin's Philadelphian company before he resigned. After he left Philip's company, he worked as a driver then conductor on a street railroad before he decided to go in business for himself.
Henry opened a hotel and saloon in the Manayunk Section of Philadelphia.
The interesting thing about Henry is that he was married four times with all four wives dying before he met his own death in April of 1893. His first wife, Mary Meiers died April 3rd, 1862. They had no children together. His second wife, Wilhelmina Hasserrick died October 4th, 1871. They had three children. However, only two survived. They are Anna Mary born March 28th, 1868 and Charles born October 14th, 1870.
But it is Henry's third wife, Mary Voigt that makes the connection with our family. The Voigts were the cousins of the Kellers and John Keller ( my great great grandfather) was our direct ancestor.
Henry and Mary Voigt Ritter had five children together before Mary died on June 12th, 1884. They are John Gottlieb (February 18th, 1874), Josephina (September 8th, 1875), Dorethea Elizabeth (June 3rd, 1877), Philip J (September 14th, 1878) and Louisa (August 4th, 1882).
Henry's fourth and final wife, Elizabeth Mary Bichlein died May 31st, 1892. They had three children together, Frederick John (June 20th, 1886), William Washington (April 24th, 1887) and Hermina (August 17th, 1890).
When Henry died in 1893, his two children from his marriage to Mary Voigt, John Gottlieb ( age 19) and Dorethea Elizabeth (age 16) assumed responsibility of Henry's hotel and saloon business and all the younger children. However, in 1899 the business proved not to be successful so he gained employment at his cousin's place, The Philip J Ritter Conserve Company where he worked various positions before he landed the position of Salesman for the City of Philadelphia.
Some personal information about Henry B Ritter and his son John Gottlieb. Henry was of dark complexion with dark eyes and a moustache. He was 5 "9" tall and his first position in Germany was a wine, fruit and grain farmer. He was baptized in the Protestant church and was a member of the Masonic Order.
John Gottlieb was 6' tall, well built with dark hair and dark eyes. He was near sighted so he wore glasses.
In the 1800's Manayunk/Roxborough was often referred to as the suburbs of the city even though it was actually part of the city. In the 1800's, Frankford was often referred to as the city and after John and Dorethea closed the hotel and saloon in Manayunk in 1899, they are referred to as moving from the suburbs (Manayunk) to the city (Frankford) to be closer to the Philip J Ritter Conserve Company which of course was located in the Frankford Section of Philadelphia.
I have alot more information about the Ritter family which I will share at a later date. I also have a photograph of Henry and Mary Voigt Ritter (Mary was a very pretty woman) and two of their children John and Dorethea which I also will share at a later date.
I want to mention that all of the above information was taken from a book originally written in 1905 by Philip John Ritter in Philadelphia PA. The book is called the Family Register of George Christian Ritter of Leiningen, Rheinpfalz, Baiern, Germany and his descendants from 1735 to 1905. which was sent to me by one of our distant cousins Curtis Arnold Ritter who along with Robert West Ritter reprinted it in 1996. The original author of this book was the brother of Curtis's great great grandfather Christian. Curtis is currently an attorney at Dow, Lohnes & Albertson in Washington, D. C. However, he was born and raised right here in Roxborough.
Monday, February 19, 2007
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Declaration Of Intent, Port Of Entry Document List
Our Patrick entered through the Port of Philadelphia in 1880. Click on to enlarge and view.Example Of One Of The Documents I Refer To When I Research
This is the 1910 Census Record that lists Patrick and Hannah Gallagher along with their youngest child Sally and her husband John Keller. Patrick and Hannah are our first Irish ancestors to come to America. Immigration was in 1880. Patrick and Hannah had four children, Grace, Mary, William (grandpop's father) and Sarah (Sally). The John Keller listed in this record is the son of John and Elisabeth Keller and sister of Mary Keller Gallagher, grandpop's mother. Click on to enlarge and view.
Friday, February 16, 2007
Charles Sumner Walsh
Charles was the only son of Harry and Regina Cafferty Walsh. He was also the only relative of ours who was killed during the Vietnam War at the tender age of 19 years old.
Date of birth was October 8th, 1948. Date of death was March 15th, 1968. Date Charles was interred at Beverly National cemetery was April 1st, 1968. He is buried in Section X, Site 1664 with his parents.
Charles was a Marine and according to folklore, he was killed by friendly fire when the jeep he was riding in blew up. He supposedly lost both his legs in the explosion.
On a personal note, I remember the day Charles was buried. My parents would not allow me to attend the funeral so on that day I was in school. While sitting in my classroom at St. Bridget's, the church bells of St. Bridget's began ringing once his funeral mass was over. Though, I did not remember/know this cousin, I remember feeling sad as I sat listening to those church bells ringing. It may have been my imagination but I remember thinking that those bells were ringing a very long time which would not be surprising if the funeral procession was long. One more thing I remember on that day was when those church bells rang, my teacher stopped what she was doing and had us all say a pray.
In the future, I will post a newspaper article about Charles and a photo of him.
Date of birth was October 8th, 1948. Date of death was March 15th, 1968. Date Charles was interred at Beverly National cemetery was April 1st, 1968. He is buried in Section X, Site 1664 with his parents.
Charles was a Marine and according to folklore, he was killed by friendly fire when the jeep he was riding in blew up. He supposedly lost both his legs in the explosion.
On a personal note, I remember the day Charles was buried. My parents would not allow me to attend the funeral so on that day I was in school. While sitting in my classroom at St. Bridget's, the church bells of St. Bridget's began ringing once his funeral mass was over. Though, I did not remember/know this cousin, I remember feeling sad as I sat listening to those church bells ringing. It may have been my imagination but I remember thinking that those bells were ringing a very long time which would not be surprising if the funeral procession was long. One more thing I remember on that day was when those church bells rang, my teacher stopped what she was doing and had us all say a pray.
In the future, I will post a newspaper article about Charles and a photo of him.
Harry Charles Walsh
Harry was husband to Regina Cafferty. Date of birth was December 28th, 1903. Date of death was in August (do not know exact date) of 1961. Because Harry served in the Army during World War II, he was interred in the Veteran's cemetery, Beverly National in New Jersey, Section X, Site 1664 along with his wife and son.
Military information is as followed. Harry enlisted on October 30th, 1942 and served until April 8th, 1943. At the time of his enlistment, he was a Section Hand at the Railroad. He was married and was 5"7" and 137 lbs, a little guy.
Military information is as followed. Harry enlisted on October 30th, 1942 and served until April 8th, 1943. At the time of his enlistment, he was a Section Hand at the Railroad. He was married and was 5"7" and 137 lbs, a little guy.
Regina Cafferty Walsh
Regina was the daughter of Bernard and Mary (Boland) Cafferty. She married a man by the name of Harry Charles Walsh and though I do not know the exact address, I was told they resided on Ridge Avenue in the East Falls Section of Philadelphia.
It is my understanding (through word of mouth) that they had several daughters and one son. I also understand that Regina and my grandmother, her first cousin, Anna Marie (McCaffery) Gallagher were good friends as well as cousins until Regina's death in 1985. My grandmother would follow her in death five years later.
Regina was born March 14th, 1919 and died December 1st, 1985. I was told she died of a brain tumor. She is interred with her husband and son at Beverly National Cemetery located in the State of New Jersey, Section X, Site 1664.
Beverly is a Veteran's cemetery.
At the time of her death in 1985, Regina resided in the NorthEast Section of Philadelphia.
It is my understanding (through word of mouth) that they had several daughters and one son. I also understand that Regina and my grandmother, her first cousin, Anna Marie (McCaffery) Gallagher were good friends as well as cousins until Regina's death in 1985. My grandmother would follow her in death five years later.
Regina was born March 14th, 1919 and died December 1st, 1985. I was told she died of a brain tumor. She is interred with her husband and son at Beverly National Cemetery located in the State of New Jersey, Section X, Site 1664.
Beverly is a Veteran's cemetery.
At the time of her death in 1985, Regina resided in the NorthEast Section of Philadelphia.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Only A Family Genealogist Would Do Something Like This
Dr. Schumann founded the Ob/Gyn department in 1928 at Roxborough Hospital. My grandmother had her first child here in 1931. I wonder if all babies were born at home prior to the opening of this ward since it is the only hospital in the neighborhood's immediate area.
Yeah, that's me walking down the hospital hallway with IV poll in my lovely hospital gown and why is Bill taking a picture of me in the hospital you may be wondering. (because we are freaks) Well, it is because I discovered if I walked down this hall it would take me over to the "old" hospital building and you know how we love to investigate stuff like that.
I was born here at Roxborough Hospital along with all my other siblings. My three uncles, Billy, Jack and Gene were also born here but Roxborough stopped delivering babies about 8 years ago and today the old labor/delivery/nursery/maternity ward are used for storage. Of course, we just had to walk through here and do a little research in the process. Hey, why waste a hospital admission when you can do a little research. This is a photograph of the very small nursing station and the nursery window across the hall.
Again it is I who is walking through the "old" maternity ward. I wonder which room my mother was in?
During my walk through this hidden part of the hospital, I asked Bill to photograph these because they are the names of some of the OB/GYN doctors that once worked here.
Back here (yes, we opened the door) are the "old" labor/delivery rooms. As you can see, the area is now used for storage.Midvale Steel and Frederick Winslow Taylor
http://www.americanheritage.com/articles/magazine/ah/1979/5/1979_5_26.shtml
http://www.americanheritage.com/articles/magazine/it/1991/3/1991_3_56.shtml
Articles of interest for those interested in obtaining more information about Midvale Steel.
http://www.americanheritage.com/articles/magazine/it/1991/3/1991_3_56.shtml
Articles of interest for those interested in obtaining more information about Midvale Steel.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Almost As If It Were 47 Years Ago
As I sit here listening to the sleet/freezing rain hit against the bedroom window and after looking out that same bedroom window to view the predawn snow covered streets, I am reminded of a story my mother had shared with me numerous and I mean numerous times ever since I was old enough to understand.
It was the night I decided to make my appearance in the world. The same night the city was hit with a major snow storm with blizzard-like conditions. The same night my mother had to find a way to the hospital because her husband, my father was away in the military and after an attempt to place chains on his truck, my grandfather's truck was hit by a vehicle that lost control on the slippery road.
I cannot imagine having a baby alone but even if my father were home, the times were such that the husband was not allowed in the labor room let alone delivery room. As a matter of fact, the delivering physician suggested to the father-in-waiting that he should go home and someone would call him once the baby was born. Better yet, the husband should just go to work because god knew how long the birth would take.
My mother had a difficult time with my delivery because I was breech and needed to be turned while still in utero before I was delivered. Turning a baby while in utero and in labor is a painful proposition and my mother did suffer in the process. Then came the loneliness and feelings of abandonment because while the other new mothers in her room experienced the joy of family company and flowers, my mother received none. Whether it was due to the weather and/or road conditions (my mother's family lived at the bottom of the hill in East Falls while the hospital was located at the top of the hill in Roxborough) or it was because they were too busy to visit will never be fully understood.
It was also at this time that my mother decided then seeked out to divorce my father. I will never understand the circumstances surrounding this life-altering decision but it would be nearly five years and a new husband later that I would meet this man who had fathered me.
It was something I would never forget.
When he came to pick up my older brother Michael and I, I only knew him as some strange man called Ronnie. Ronnie took us for a ride in his car and I remember that when I called him by his name Ronnie, he became agitated and told me he was my father and he was to be called "Dad". This was confusing to my little five year old mind because the person who currently held that title was the man who lived in my house with my mother, older brother Michael (7) and two baby siblings Maryanne (1) and Artie (infant).
It was also the beginning of what was a rocky relationship between my biological father and I because over the next 11 years he would be in and out of my life. There were times when a few years would go by before I saw him. I would not understand his absences in my life until I became an adult myself and learned he served one tour during the Korean War before serving two tours during the Vietnam War. He was a military man through and through, something I should be proud of, something that those ancestors before him did as well but to what price?
His wife divorced him and his two children grew up without him and when a child grows up without a parent they never get the chance to bond and the chance for a close relationship can be lost forever. Though it was not the case for my brother, it was the case for me.
I was 16 years old when he finally retired from the Navy. But instead of sticking around, he made the decision to move to South Jersey where he met a woman who was in the process of divorce herself. She had three sons who still lived at home. Then one day he called me on the phone and told me he was moving down to South Carolina where he and his girlfriend would get married once her divorce was final. Off they went and here I stayed more confused than ever. I just could not understand why after all those years away in the military could he make a conscious decision to move yet again so far away from me let alone with a girlfriend and her three kids.
Carol was a nice enough woman. But she rather not have me around as it was evident when he took Carol and her kids on vacation but not me. For a short time they returned to South Jersey where they had a daughter. That daughter was one year younger then my eldest son.
I will never forget Barbara's 4th birthday party when a coworker of my father asked me who I was. When I told him I was the older daughter, he appeared shocked and somewhat taken aback. His only response to me was he did not know Ronnie had another daughter. This was a man who worked beside Ronnie everyday. How sad. How pathetic. It was not long after that Ronnie would retire to South Carolina with his wife and daughter but this time he just left. There was no phone call but I guess I should be grateful that Carol did send me a letter with their new address.
The years that followed were full of emotions over his history of abandonment and lack of love towards me not to mention he never saw my sons, his grandsons grow up and it would be several years before I saw him again. (as in approx 10)
I tried to stay in touch "via" mail with him but he left it to his wife to correspond with me. When his sister died a few years ago, he returned to the area for her funeral and I made the effort to attend the viewing where I sat with my hand in his the entire time. I wanted to show him support. After all, I was his daughter though I say that with tongue in cheek. When his wife suffered a small stroke then subsequence dementia, the letters stopped too.
I do not believe Ronnie ever felt that father-daughter connection with me. Prehaps his wife just wanted to pretend I was just another relative and not his daughter because not once and I mean not even once did I receive a birthday card for "daughter". Oh, I received birthday cards but they were always the generic kind, you know the type you send to a friend.
Just once I would have loved to have received a card for a daughter that stated he loved me.
But what he lacked I gained with the man who did raise me and who did love me and who has always sent me that card. The man who bought me heart shaped birthday cakes because I had a Valentine birthday. The man who has been there for me my entire life and for this I am not only thankful but so lucky.
It was the night I decided to make my appearance in the world. The same night the city was hit with a major snow storm with blizzard-like conditions. The same night my mother had to find a way to the hospital because her husband, my father was away in the military and after an attempt to place chains on his truck, my grandfather's truck was hit by a vehicle that lost control on the slippery road.
I cannot imagine having a baby alone but even if my father were home, the times were such that the husband was not allowed in the labor room let alone delivery room. As a matter of fact, the delivering physician suggested to the father-in-waiting that he should go home and someone would call him once the baby was born. Better yet, the husband should just go to work because god knew how long the birth would take.
My mother had a difficult time with my delivery because I was breech and needed to be turned while still in utero before I was delivered. Turning a baby while in utero and in labor is a painful proposition and my mother did suffer in the process. Then came the loneliness and feelings of abandonment because while the other new mothers in her room experienced the joy of family company and flowers, my mother received none. Whether it was due to the weather and/or road conditions (my mother's family lived at the bottom of the hill in East Falls while the hospital was located at the top of the hill in Roxborough) or it was because they were too busy to visit will never be fully understood.
It was also at this time that my mother decided then seeked out to divorce my father. I will never understand the circumstances surrounding this life-altering decision but it would be nearly five years and a new husband later that I would meet this man who had fathered me.
It was something I would never forget.
When he came to pick up my older brother Michael and I, I only knew him as some strange man called Ronnie. Ronnie took us for a ride in his car and I remember that when I called him by his name Ronnie, he became agitated and told me he was my father and he was to be called "Dad". This was confusing to my little five year old mind because the person who currently held that title was the man who lived in my house with my mother, older brother Michael (7) and two baby siblings Maryanne (1) and Artie (infant).
It was also the beginning of what was a rocky relationship between my biological father and I because over the next 11 years he would be in and out of my life. There were times when a few years would go by before I saw him. I would not understand his absences in my life until I became an adult myself and learned he served one tour during the Korean War before serving two tours during the Vietnam War. He was a military man through and through, something I should be proud of, something that those ancestors before him did as well but to what price?
His wife divorced him and his two children grew up without him and when a child grows up without a parent they never get the chance to bond and the chance for a close relationship can be lost forever. Though it was not the case for my brother, it was the case for me.
I was 16 years old when he finally retired from the Navy. But instead of sticking around, he made the decision to move to South Jersey where he met a woman who was in the process of divorce herself. She had three sons who still lived at home. Then one day he called me on the phone and told me he was moving down to South Carolina where he and his girlfriend would get married once her divorce was final. Off they went and here I stayed more confused than ever. I just could not understand why after all those years away in the military could he make a conscious decision to move yet again so far away from me let alone with a girlfriend and her three kids.
Carol was a nice enough woman. But she rather not have me around as it was evident when he took Carol and her kids on vacation but not me. For a short time they returned to South Jersey where they had a daughter. That daughter was one year younger then my eldest son.
I will never forget Barbara's 4th birthday party when a coworker of my father asked me who I was. When I told him I was the older daughter, he appeared shocked and somewhat taken aback. His only response to me was he did not know Ronnie had another daughter. This was a man who worked beside Ronnie everyday. How sad. How pathetic. It was not long after that Ronnie would retire to South Carolina with his wife and daughter but this time he just left. There was no phone call but I guess I should be grateful that Carol did send me a letter with their new address.
The years that followed were full of emotions over his history of abandonment and lack of love towards me not to mention he never saw my sons, his grandsons grow up and it would be several years before I saw him again. (as in approx 10)
I tried to stay in touch "via" mail with him but he left it to his wife to correspond with me. When his sister died a few years ago, he returned to the area for her funeral and I made the effort to attend the viewing where I sat with my hand in his the entire time. I wanted to show him support. After all, I was his daughter though I say that with tongue in cheek. When his wife suffered a small stroke then subsequence dementia, the letters stopped too.
I do not believe Ronnie ever felt that father-daughter connection with me. Prehaps his wife just wanted to pretend I was just another relative and not his daughter because not once and I mean not even once did I receive a birthday card for "daughter". Oh, I received birthday cards but they were always the generic kind, you know the type you send to a friend.
Just once I would have loved to have received a card for a daughter that stated he loved me.
But what he lacked I gained with the man who did raise me and who did love me and who has always sent me that card. The man who bought me heart shaped birthday cakes because I had a Valentine birthday. The man who has been there for me my entire life and for this I am not only thankful but so lucky.
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Holy Sepulchre Burial Records
CAFFERTY
Section 41
Range 1
Lot 135 & 136
Family Plot
4 Double Plots (graves)
Contains 8 bodies & 3 cremains
Mary C. Cafferty
4024 Ridge Avenue
age 67
interred on 8/3/1950
grave #3 back
Bernard Cafferty
4219 Ridge Avenue
age 85
interred on 2/13/1962
grave #2 back
Margaret (Cafferty) Dilts
350 Manor Avenue
age 85
interred on 9/24/1997
grave #2 front
cremains
Lester H. Dilts
4030 Ridge avenue
age 72
interred on 2/7/1976
grave #2 front
Margaret (Siejna) Wood
no address listed
age 48
interred on 12/10/1988
grave #3 front
cremains
Baby Charlotte Wood
1948 W. Bristol Street
age 6 weeks
interred on 9/30/1960
grave #3 front
Helen (Cafferty) Martin
Langhorne Pa.
age 89
interred on 8/11/2003
grave #4 back
cremains
Frank J. Martin
3204 W. Allegheny Avenue
age 61
interred on 4/28/1966
grave #4 back
Anna (Cafferty) Siejna
4239 Ridge Avenue
age 66
interred on 5/10/1973
grave #4 front
Karl J. Siejna
1906 W. Bristol Street
age 57
interred on 4/30/1961
grave #4 front
Vincent J. Francisco
5994 Henry Avenue
age 59
interred on 7/16/1973
grave #1 back
MALERVY
Section 5
Range 12
Lot 13
Grave 2
Daniel J. Malervy
3827 Terrace Street
age 39
interred on 7/3/1934
Katherine (Boland) Malervy
3827 Terrace Street
age 69
interred on 9/21/1959
CANNON
Section 22
Range 11
Lot 1
Grave 1
George F. Cannon
119 Dawson Street
age 76
interred on 9/8/1954
Mary (aunt Mame) (Gallagher) Cannon
119 Dawson Street
age 77
interred on 9/23/1959
Section 41
Range 1
Lot 135 & 136
Family Plot
4 Double Plots (graves)
Contains 8 bodies & 3 cremains
Mary C. Cafferty
4024 Ridge Avenue
age 67
interred on 8/3/1950
grave #3 back
Bernard Cafferty
4219 Ridge Avenue
age 85
interred on 2/13/1962
grave #2 back
Margaret (Cafferty) Dilts
350 Manor Avenue
age 85
interred on 9/24/1997
grave #2 front
cremains
Lester H. Dilts
4030 Ridge avenue
age 72
interred on 2/7/1976
grave #2 front
Margaret (Siejna) Wood
no address listed
age 48
interred on 12/10/1988
grave #3 front
cremains
Baby Charlotte Wood
1948 W. Bristol Street
age 6 weeks
interred on 9/30/1960
grave #3 front
Helen (Cafferty) Martin
Langhorne Pa.
age 89
interred on 8/11/2003
grave #4 back
cremains
Frank J. Martin
3204 W. Allegheny Avenue
age 61
interred on 4/28/1966
grave #4 back
Anna (Cafferty) Siejna
4239 Ridge Avenue
age 66
interred on 5/10/1973
grave #4 front
Karl J. Siejna
1906 W. Bristol Street
age 57
interred on 4/30/1961
grave #4 front
Vincent J. Francisco
5994 Henry Avenue
age 59
interred on 7/16/1973
grave #1 back
MALERVY
Section 5
Range 12
Lot 13
Grave 2
Daniel J. Malervy
3827 Terrace Street
age 39
interred on 7/3/1934
Katherine (Boland) Malervy
3827 Terrace Street
age 69
interred on 9/21/1959
CANNON
Section 22
Range 11
Lot 1
Grave 1
George F. Cannon
119 Dawson Street
age 76
interred on 9/8/1954
Mary (aunt Mame) (Gallagher) Cannon
119 Dawson Street
age 77
interred on 9/23/1959
Did You Know That
in 1896 you could rent a six room house near the Reading Railroad for nine dollars a month or buy it outright for eight hundred bucks?
if you preferred to live away from the railroad tracks then you could rent a house for twelve dollars a month or buy it for twelve hundred bucks.
two years later in 1898 a house in wissahickon on kalos street would cost you around thirteen dollars a month to rent.
if you preferred to live on a street such as umbria or st. david's then you would pay ten bucks a month.
did you know that in the year 1900, it cost twenty-five dollars for a piano and fifteen dollars for a solid oak bedroom set?
take a steamer to riverside, strawberry mansion, belmont hills and the zoo and pay fifteen cents round trip.
a burial plot in west laurel hill or westminster cemetery would cost you about twenty dollars. that is only five dollars less than what my great grandmother paid for a plot at st. john the baptist church ground for her brother in 1947. however, she was given it for half off its original price of fifty dollars because she was an active member in the church.
and in 1900 there were fourteen trains that ran to west laurel hill and westminster cemeteries from manayunk daily.
did you know that in the year 1880, the main occupation for those living in west manayunk/belmont hills/lower merion township was farming?
and that after world war II, most farms ceased to exist in these areas?
agriculture-industry-retail, all in that order were the largest occupations in between the years 1880 to 2007.
what type of local businesses were there in 1880?
there were fourteen general stores, nine hotels, three drug stores and flour & feed stores, two dry goods, confectioneries, restaurants, lumber and coal yards, and finally one grocery, stove and provision shop.
if you preferred to live away from the railroad tracks then you could rent a house for twelve dollars a month or buy it for twelve hundred bucks.
two years later in 1898 a house in wissahickon on kalos street would cost you around thirteen dollars a month to rent.
if you preferred to live on a street such as umbria or st. david's then you would pay ten bucks a month.
did you know that in the year 1900, it cost twenty-five dollars for a piano and fifteen dollars for a solid oak bedroom set?
take a steamer to riverside, strawberry mansion, belmont hills and the zoo and pay fifteen cents round trip.
a burial plot in west laurel hill or westminster cemetery would cost you about twenty dollars. that is only five dollars less than what my great grandmother paid for a plot at st. john the baptist church ground for her brother in 1947. however, she was given it for half off its original price of fifty dollars because she was an active member in the church.
and in 1900 there were fourteen trains that ran to west laurel hill and westminster cemeteries from manayunk daily.
did you know that in the year 1880, the main occupation for those living in west manayunk/belmont hills/lower merion township was farming?
and that after world war II, most farms ceased to exist in these areas?
agriculture-industry-retail, all in that order were the largest occupations in between the years 1880 to 2007.
what type of local businesses were there in 1880?
there were fourteen general stores, nine hotels, three drug stores and flour & feed stores, two dry goods, confectioneries, restaurants, lumber and coal yards, and finally one grocery, stove and provision shop.
Monday, February 05, 2007
Bethany German Lutheran Cemetery "Voigt & Keller"
John & Elisabeth (Voigt) Keller who served in the Civil War.
Sunday, February 04, 2007
Holy Sepulchre "Cannon"
Daughter of Patrick & Hannah (Dougherty) Gallagher. Sister of William J. Gallagher I. Aunt of my grandfather William J. Gallagher II.Holy Sepulchre Cemetery "Cafferty"
Daughter of John & Ella (Doherty) Boland. Aunt of my grandmother Anna Marie (McCaffery) Gallagher.
Helen and Margaret are daughters of Bernard & Mary (Boland) Cafferty. They are buried in the Cafferty Family Plot.
Son-In-LawHoly Sepulchre Cemetery "Malervy"
Mother of Helen (Malervy) Nicholson. Daughter of John & Ella (Doherty) Boland. Sister of Bridget (Boland) McCaffery. Aunt of my grandmother Anna Marie (McCaffery) Gallagher.
Saturday, February 03, 2007
Nicholson
I went over to Westminster Cemetery to obtain burial information and pictures of the Nicholson grave site. In addition, I took another series of photographs which I will share later of the cemetery in general which included some more Keller and Ritter grave sites which may or may not be related to us. After I research the various names, I will be able to tell you whether or not there is any family connection.
Nicholson is the married name of grandmom, Anna Marie (McCaffery) Gallagher's first cousin on her mother's side. Helen (Malervy) Nicholson was the daughter of Daniel and Katherine (Aunt Kate) (Boland) Malvery. Aunt Kate was the sister of Bridget (Boland) McCaffery and the woman who took grandmom into her home after her own grandmother Ellen (Doherty) Boland died sometime in 1920. Bridget McCaffery died in 1915.
Because Helen and my grandmother were raised together, this was the closest of any sibling grandmom would ever know. Both girls were only children.
Helen E. Malvery married Mahon Nicholson and they resided on Manayunk Avenue their entire married lives. Mahon Nicholson (1914) died November 14the, 1972. Helen (1915), his wife died May 2nd, 1988. Just recently on December 22nd, 2005 their daughter Regina (Jean) died. She left one sister also named Helen. Both Nicholson sisters never married and lived at the same Manayunk address as their parents. Helen still lives in that house today.
About one year before Regina (Jean) passed away, I had the great opportunity to speak with her and she was instrumental in providing me much needed background information on the Boland family. As a matter of fact, if it was not for her I would have never known that John and Ellen (Doherty) Boland lived in Lower Merion Township (once West Manayunk) in the year 1910. It was this informational tip that lead me into the correct research direction. I only wished she survived long enough for me to have provided her the missing links, she so desired of her parents' past.
Mahon, Helen and Regina Nicholson are interred in Lot 89, Grave E 1/2 number 2 in Section "Barmouth". The Barmouth Section of Westminster Cemetery overlooks Belmont Avenue. Mahon and Helen have a headstone. As of today's date, there is no headstone for Regina.
In a post note, I also revisited Bethany German Lutheran Cemetery and took more pictures of the grave-stones. I also photographed the old Bethany German Lutheran Church where our Keller, Voigt and Ritter relatives once worshipped at. All pictures will be posted at a later date.
Nicholson is the married name of grandmom, Anna Marie (McCaffery) Gallagher's first cousin on her mother's side. Helen (Malervy) Nicholson was the daughter of Daniel and Katherine (Aunt Kate) (Boland) Malvery. Aunt Kate was the sister of Bridget (Boland) McCaffery and the woman who took grandmom into her home after her own grandmother Ellen (Doherty) Boland died sometime in 1920. Bridget McCaffery died in 1915.
Because Helen and my grandmother were raised together, this was the closest of any sibling grandmom would ever know. Both girls were only children.
Helen E. Malvery married Mahon Nicholson and they resided on Manayunk Avenue their entire married lives. Mahon Nicholson (1914) died November 14the, 1972. Helen (1915), his wife died May 2nd, 1988. Just recently on December 22nd, 2005 their daughter Regina (Jean) died. She left one sister also named Helen. Both Nicholson sisters never married and lived at the same Manayunk address as their parents. Helen still lives in that house today.
About one year before Regina (Jean) passed away, I had the great opportunity to speak with her and she was instrumental in providing me much needed background information on the Boland family. As a matter of fact, if it was not for her I would have never known that John and Ellen (Doherty) Boland lived in Lower Merion Township (once West Manayunk) in the year 1910. It was this informational tip that lead me into the correct research direction. I only wished she survived long enough for me to have provided her the missing links, she so desired of her parents' past.
Mahon, Helen and Regina Nicholson are interred in Lot 89, Grave E 1/2 number 2 in Section "Barmouth". The Barmouth Section of Westminster Cemetery overlooks Belmont Avenue. Mahon and Helen have a headstone. As of today's date, there is no headstone for Regina.
In a post note, I also revisited Bethany German Lutheran Cemetery and took more pictures of the grave-stones. I also photographed the old Bethany German Lutheran Church where our Keller, Voigt and Ritter relatives once worshipped at. All pictures will be posted at a later date.
Friday, February 02, 2007
A Little Bit Of Local Steel Work History
I have been working on obtaining some background information on the history of three main steel work plants that have had a direct affect on the employment history of many of our family members throughout the years 1880 to 1976.
Here is a small summary of what I have found so far.
PENCOYD IRON WORKS
This mill was located on fifty acres along the Schuylkill River which was once known as West Manayunk. This area today is called Belmont Hills.
The mill was founded in 1852 by the Robert's Family and was a major bridge and structural steel maker in its time. In 1900 Pencoyd joined the United States Steel Company and changed its name to the American Bridge Company. It employed about 1,000 men.
In 1937 it became a subsidiary of the Carnegie-Illinois Steel Company but closed its door after World War II. Portion of the plant's grounds was taken over by Connelly Containers which was a carton factory. Next to the mill there was a dyewood and chemical mill which later was known as S.A. Rudolph's Ashland Paper Mill.
ALLENWOOD STEEL PLANT
There was very little information I was able to locate on this mill. However, what I did find out was the plant was started by the Allen Wood Family who at the time owned most of Conshohocken and whose family had one of the largest estates/mansions (Spring Mill Road) on the Main Line.
I came across alot of legal ligation about the plant's huge asbestos problem and its relation to an increase in cancer among its employees. I have not investigated in its entirety therefore, I do not know what the outcome may have been. The plant was torn down and as of today a large part of it remains a large empty lot. In the surrounding areas, there are quarries and some new housing developments. Hopefully, I can discover more about this plant and its operations at a later date.
Midvale Steel
The mill was founded in 1873 by Edward Clark (son of a City Banker and wealthiest known residents of Germantown) and William Sellers (who discovered a thread for machine screws and bolts).
In the 19th Century, Midvale Steel was one of the largest leading metal works along side of Baldwin Locomotive and William Cramp Shipyard.
By the late 1870's it became the country's leader in the development of machine tools such as heavy-duty lathes, planers, boring machines and metal-cutting machines.
In 1875, Midvale received an order to make Naval guns and became the Nation's "pioneer" maker of steel for all large guns and heavy armor. Congress wanted the country to become a World Power by having a strong Navy which Midvale helped provide and during this time in 1875 the plant still lit its factory with kerosene torches and employed only about 4oo men who used a small open hearth furnace to melt steel. Midvale was the leader in all top military contracts until Bethlehem and Carnegie Steel entered the Steel Works business.
In 1878 Frederick Taylor was hired on as a foreman for the machine shop and would later be known as the "Father of Scientific Management" for his invention of the "high speed tool" used for steel.
As the 19th Century came to a close, Midvale had 1200 employees whom 200 of them were black, By 1900 there would be 3400 employees whom 1,000 of them would be black.
When World War I broke out the plant had so many military orders to fill it had 11,500 employees. After this war it converted its Nicetown operation to produce only "specialty steel products" and by 1928 the plant was down to 1800 employees which increased during the time of World war II but never regained its earlier popularity because of other steel works competition in Pittsburgh.
In 1976, Midvale closed its doors due to severe economic problems.
In 1977, it was purchased and was to reopen under new ownership. That endeavor failed.
Today, most steel is made overseas.
Here is a small summary of what I have found so far.
PENCOYD IRON WORKS
This mill was located on fifty acres along the Schuylkill River which was once known as West Manayunk. This area today is called Belmont Hills.
The mill was founded in 1852 by the Robert's Family and was a major bridge and structural steel maker in its time. In 1900 Pencoyd joined the United States Steel Company and changed its name to the American Bridge Company. It employed about 1,000 men.
In 1937 it became a subsidiary of the Carnegie-Illinois Steel Company but closed its door after World War II. Portion of the plant's grounds was taken over by Connelly Containers which was a carton factory. Next to the mill there was a dyewood and chemical mill which later was known as S.A. Rudolph's Ashland Paper Mill.
ALLENWOOD STEEL PLANT
There was very little information I was able to locate on this mill. However, what I did find out was the plant was started by the Allen Wood Family who at the time owned most of Conshohocken and whose family had one of the largest estates/mansions (Spring Mill Road) on the Main Line.
I came across alot of legal ligation about the plant's huge asbestos problem and its relation to an increase in cancer among its employees. I have not investigated in its entirety therefore, I do not know what the outcome may have been. The plant was torn down and as of today a large part of it remains a large empty lot. In the surrounding areas, there are quarries and some new housing developments. Hopefully, I can discover more about this plant and its operations at a later date.
Midvale Steel
The mill was founded in 1873 by Edward Clark (son of a City Banker and wealthiest known residents of Germantown) and William Sellers (who discovered a thread for machine screws and bolts).
In the 19th Century, Midvale Steel was one of the largest leading metal works along side of Baldwin Locomotive and William Cramp Shipyard.
By the late 1870's it became the country's leader in the development of machine tools such as heavy-duty lathes, planers, boring machines and metal-cutting machines.
In 1875, Midvale received an order to make Naval guns and became the Nation's "pioneer" maker of steel for all large guns and heavy armor. Congress wanted the country to become a World Power by having a strong Navy which Midvale helped provide and during this time in 1875 the plant still lit its factory with kerosene torches and employed only about 4oo men who used a small open hearth furnace to melt steel. Midvale was the leader in all top military contracts until Bethlehem and Carnegie Steel entered the Steel Works business.
In 1878 Frederick Taylor was hired on as a foreman for the machine shop and would later be known as the "Father of Scientific Management" for his invention of the "high speed tool" used for steel.
As the 19th Century came to a close, Midvale had 1200 employees whom 200 of them were black, By 1900 there would be 3400 employees whom 1,000 of them would be black.
When World War I broke out the plant had so many military orders to fill it had 11,500 employees. After this war it converted its Nicetown operation to produce only "specialty steel products" and by 1928 the plant was down to 1800 employees which increased during the time of World war II but never regained its earlier popularity because of other steel works competition in Pittsburgh.
In 1976, Midvale closed its doors due to severe economic problems.
In 1977, it was purchased and was to reopen under new ownership. That endeavor failed.
Today, most steel is made overseas.
Thursday, February 01, 2007
William Joseph Gallagher I
I came across the military records of my great grandfather William J Gallagher I recently. Though he did not serve in either World War I or II, he did register for the draft. Therefore, I was able to view some personal information about the man who was my grandpop's father.
William Joseph Gallagher was born June 29th, 1884 to Patrick and Hannah (Dougherty) Gallagher. He was their only son. William had three sisters Grace (Silverthorn), Mary (Cannon) and Sarah "Sally" (Keller).
According to the World War I Draft Records, William had blue eyes and light brown hair. He was 5 "7" with a ruby complexion and was of medium built. When he signed up for the draft on September 12th, 1918, he lived at 143 Seville Street in the Manayunk Section of Philadelphia. Occupation was listed and this was in 1918 "folks" Electrical Machinist for Midvale Steel at 4201 Wissahickon Street.
On April 27th, 1942, he signed up for the World War II Draft. He was still 5"7" and 150lbs with blue eyes, gray hair and a ruby complexion. He was also listed as being employed at Allenwood Co., Ivy Rock Plant in Conshohocken. He was also listed as living on 317 Roxborough Ave. This is in the year 1942.
William Joseph Gallagher was born June 29th, 1884 to Patrick and Hannah (Dougherty) Gallagher. He was their only son. William had three sisters Grace (Silverthorn), Mary (Cannon) and Sarah "Sally" (Keller).
According to the World War I Draft Records, William had blue eyes and light brown hair. He was 5 "7" with a ruby complexion and was of medium built. When he signed up for the draft on September 12th, 1918, he lived at 143 Seville Street in the Manayunk Section of Philadelphia. Occupation was listed and this was in 1918 "folks" Electrical Machinist for Midvale Steel at 4201 Wissahickon Street.
On April 27th, 1942, he signed up for the World War II Draft. He was still 5"7" and 150lbs with blue eyes, gray hair and a ruby complexion. He was also listed as being employed at Allenwood Co., Ivy Rock Plant in Conshohocken. He was also listed as living on 317 Roxborough Ave. This is in the year 1942.
Patrick Boland
Patrick Boland arrived through the Port of Philadelphia on May 3rd, 1887 on the ship "British Princess" from Liverpool England. Year of birth listed was 1866.
Patrick resided in the East Falls Section of Philadelphia on 3157 Carlisle Street. He married a widow named Mary Ervin who had three children from her previous marriage. Their names were John, (1888) Mary (1891) and Thomas (1992) Ervin. His wife Mary was listed as arriving in Philadelphia from Ireland in 1888.
Patrick and Mary went on to have five children together. Their names are as followed; Martin (1894), James (1896), Edward (1897), Patrick Joseph known as simply Joseph (1900) and William (1902).
The only son I could find military records on was James Patrick. He enlisted in the service during World War I on June 5th, 1917. Occupation listed on military records was a 'boiler" in the Philadelphia Navy Yard. He lived with his family on 3157 carlisle Street and was listed as having blue eyes and brown hair.
1900 census records for the Patrick and Mary Boland's family lists Patrick, Mary, John Ervin, Mary Ervin, Thomas Ervin, Martin, James and Edward.
1910 census records lists Patrick, Mary, John Ervin, Mary Ervin, Thomas Ervin, Martin, James, Edward, Patrick Joseph and William.
1920 census records lists Patrick, Mary, Patrick Joseph and William.
1930 census records lists Patrick, Mary, Patrick Joseph and his wife Sarah.
Patrick resided in the East Falls Section of Philadelphia on 3157 Carlisle Street. He married a widow named Mary Ervin who had three children from her previous marriage. Their names were John, (1888) Mary (1891) and Thomas (1992) Ervin. His wife Mary was listed as arriving in Philadelphia from Ireland in 1888.
Patrick and Mary went on to have five children together. Their names are as followed; Martin (1894), James (1896), Edward (1897), Patrick Joseph known as simply Joseph (1900) and William (1902).
The only son I could find military records on was James Patrick. He enlisted in the service during World War I on June 5th, 1917. Occupation listed on military records was a 'boiler" in the Philadelphia Navy Yard. He lived with his family on 3157 carlisle Street and was listed as having blue eyes and brown hair.
1900 census records for the Patrick and Mary Boland's family lists Patrick, Mary, John Ervin, Mary Ervin, Thomas Ervin, Martin, James and Edward.
1910 census records lists Patrick, Mary, John Ervin, Mary Ervin, Thomas Ervin, Martin, James, Edward, Patrick Joseph and William.
1920 census records lists Patrick, Mary, Patrick Joseph and William.
1930 census records lists Patrick, Mary, Patrick Joseph and his wife Sarah.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
When Down Just Kick In Teeth
I received my very first Birthday Card yesterday.
No, my Birthday is not for another two weeks.
The card was signed by the CEO of the hospital.
It also contained a pass for a free meal in the hospital cafeteria.
Generally, this would be a thoughtful gift because it is always nice to be remembered.
However,
After 20 years of devoted service and while out on a medical leave for a work related injury,
I received "Via" mail two weeks ago a two line letter which stated my position had been terminated.
No phone call.
No fanfare.
Nothing.
After 20 years.
Excuse me if I feel a little bitter.
No, my Birthday is not for another two weeks.
The card was signed by the CEO of the hospital.
It also contained a pass for a free meal in the hospital cafeteria.
Generally, this would be a thoughtful gift because it is always nice to be remembered.
However,
After 20 years of devoted service and while out on a medical leave for a work related injury,
I received "Via" mail two weeks ago a two line letter which stated my position had been terminated.
No phone call.
No fanfare.
Nothing.
After 20 years.
Excuse me if I feel a little bitter.
Friday, January 26, 2007
Oh Me Oh My, What Fine Webs We Weave
Remember that name I came across on the records of Ellen Boland (1858)? That name known as Michael Doherty? Well, I investigated it a little further. Instead of just reading the Text "via" computer translated by a third party, I took a very close look at the ACTUAL ship passenger document itself.
And what I found out was a very valuable piece of "buried" family history.
That document dated September 6th, 1908 had the name Michael Doherty written next to the Boland names but what was written on that document was not the same information given in the "text translated version".
Michael Doherty was not listed as the step-brother/step-brother-in-law of Ellen/John Boland but he was listed as the son/step-son. In case it was a mistake, I looked up the children of Ellen & John that traveled over on that ship, "Friesland". Right there in black and white, the name Michael Doherty was listed as step-brother to the children.
So what does this all mean?
It means our great great grandmother Ellen Boland was married before in Ireland and had a son. I traced Michael Doherty's birth as being in 1877. Because divorce was illegal in Ireland, I am positive Ellen's first husband died.
Furthermore, the documents I read clearly stated that Michael Doherty was still in Killala, Ireland at the time his mother/step-father and step-siblings went to Philadelphia. I am curious as to know if Michael Doherty really ever came to Philadelphia and if he did was it for a visit or to live.
Then there is the question of Ellen Boland's maiden name. My entire life I was told it was Doherty. However, it now appears that Doherty was not her maiden name but the married name of her first husband.
Of interest, Ellen and John Boland's first born child Mary was born in 1884.
And what I found out was a very valuable piece of "buried" family history.
That document dated September 6th, 1908 had the name Michael Doherty written next to the Boland names but what was written on that document was not the same information given in the "text translated version".
Michael Doherty was not listed as the step-brother/step-brother-in-law of Ellen/John Boland but he was listed as the son/step-son. In case it was a mistake, I looked up the children of Ellen & John that traveled over on that ship, "Friesland". Right there in black and white, the name Michael Doherty was listed as step-brother to the children.
So what does this all mean?
It means our great great grandmother Ellen Boland was married before in Ireland and had a son. I traced Michael Doherty's birth as being in 1877. Because divorce was illegal in Ireland, I am positive Ellen's first husband died.
Furthermore, the documents I read clearly stated that Michael Doherty was still in Killala, Ireland at the time his mother/step-father and step-siblings went to Philadelphia. I am curious as to know if Michael Doherty really ever came to Philadelphia and if he did was it for a visit or to live.
Then there is the question of Ellen Boland's maiden name. My entire life I was told it was Doherty. However, it now appears that Doherty was not her maiden name but the married name of her first husband.
Of interest, Ellen and John Boland's first born child Mary was born in 1884.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Martin Boland
I was able to follow Martin Boland through the Census Records of 1900, 1910 and 1920. As you know, Martin Boland is the brother of my great great grandfather John Boland. According to the Census Records, Martin immigrated to Philadelphia in 1880. He married a woman by the first name of Anna (Annie) in 1882 and according to the records of 1900, they lived at 186 Calumet Street in the East Falls Section of Philadelphia. In 1900, they had six children listed as follows; Katie (1884), Nellie (1886), William (1888), Mary (1889), Edward (1892) and Annie (1896).
By the year 1910, Martin Boland would be a widower.
By the year 1920, Martin would still be living on Calumet Street with his youngest daughter Annie and her husband Thomas McLaughlin. Thomas McLaughlin immigrated to Philadelphia from Scotland in 1919 and was listed as a Brickman for the Reading Railroad.
Of notice, in the 1920 Census Records, there was a John Ritter on that same block and in 1910 Census Records, there was a William Boland (probably Martin's son) on that same block.
I could not find any Military Records on Martin. I found one Ship record but at the time I cannot verify if it is Martin's record.
Stay Tune for information on another Boland Brother, Patrick.
By the year 1910, Martin Boland would be a widower.
By the year 1920, Martin would still be living on Calumet Street with his youngest daughter Annie and her husband Thomas McLaughlin. Thomas McLaughlin immigrated to Philadelphia from Scotland in 1919 and was listed as a Brickman for the Reading Railroad.
Of notice, in the 1920 Census Records, there was a John Ritter on that same block and in 1910 Census Records, there was a William Boland (probably Martin's son) on that same block.
I could not find any Military Records on Martin. I found one Ship record but at the time I cannot verify if it is Martin's record.
Stay Tune for information on another Boland Brother, Patrick.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
One Plus One Equals Two
Ellen (Doherty) Boland born 1858 in Farrah Cobrayo Ireland was grandmother to my grandmother Anna Marie McCaffery Gallagher.
Records show that Ellen came to Philadelphia from Killala, Ireland on September 6, 1908. She arrived on the ship "Friesland" with her husband John (1858), daughter Ellen (1892), son John (1895) and a grandson Michael Cafferty (1905).
What I found interesting in these ship records was the name Michael Doherty who was listed as one of the people already in Philadelphia which the above family were to meet. Michael Doherty was listed as "step-brother" to Ellen Doherty Boland. At the time, I did not have any clue to what, who or where this Michael Doherty came from, was related too. However, I found him in the 1910 Census Records as living on 3741 Sharp Street (near the 3700 block of Cresson) as a boarder who came to Philadelphia from Ireland in 1908, worked as a Laborer in a Foundry and had listed as a fellow boarder Daniel Melvery.
Guess who Daniel Melvery was? Katherine Boland's future husband. Katherine or better known as Aunt Kate was the daughter of John & Ellen (Doherty) Boland, sister to Bridget Boland McCaffery and Aunt to my grandmother.
Ahhh, family connections and why XYZ married XYZ. Daniel Melvery (1895) came to Philadelphia from Ireland in 1907. Guess who else came to Philadelphia from Ireland in 1907?
Yes, you guess it, Katherine Boland.
This all makes me think that the Boland, Doherty, Cafferty and Melvery Families all knew each other before they even immigranted to America. Fantastic. Really.
Anyway, there was one other name listed as the original contact person here in Philadelphia for Bernard & Mary (Boland) Cafferty when they came to America from Ireland on April 30, 1906. The contact person listed was John Boland's brother Martin Boland who at the time resided at 186 Calumet Street in the East Falls Section. I researched Martin Boland's immigration records and it appeared Martin Boland has been in this country since 1888. He was born in 1863.
Records show that Ellen came to Philadelphia from Killala, Ireland on September 6, 1908. She arrived on the ship "Friesland" with her husband John (1858), daughter Ellen (1892), son John (1895) and a grandson Michael Cafferty (1905).
What I found interesting in these ship records was the name Michael Doherty who was listed as one of the people already in Philadelphia which the above family were to meet. Michael Doherty was listed as "step-brother" to Ellen Doherty Boland. At the time, I did not have any clue to what, who or where this Michael Doherty came from, was related too. However, I found him in the 1910 Census Records as living on 3741 Sharp Street (near the 3700 block of Cresson) as a boarder who came to Philadelphia from Ireland in 1908, worked as a Laborer in a Foundry and had listed as a fellow boarder Daniel Melvery.
Guess who Daniel Melvery was? Katherine Boland's future husband. Katherine or better known as Aunt Kate was the daughter of John & Ellen (Doherty) Boland, sister to Bridget Boland McCaffery and Aunt to my grandmother.
Ahhh, family connections and why XYZ married XYZ. Daniel Melvery (1895) came to Philadelphia from Ireland in 1907. Guess who else came to Philadelphia from Ireland in 1907?
Yes, you guess it, Katherine Boland.
This all makes me think that the Boland, Doherty, Cafferty and Melvery Families all knew each other before they even immigranted to America. Fantastic. Really.
Anyway, there was one other name listed as the original contact person here in Philadelphia for Bernard & Mary (Boland) Cafferty when they came to America from Ireland on April 30, 1906. The contact person listed was John Boland's brother Martin Boland who at the time resided at 186 Calumet Street in the East Falls Section. I researched Martin Boland's immigration records and it appeared Martin Boland has been in this country since 1888. He was born in 1863.
Monday, January 22, 2007
On A Mission
If you noticed, I have been trying to tag (on right side) all the 400 plus entries I have made since 2005. It is a major task and I am sure it will take weeks/months to finish it.
Over the last few weeks I have realized that some folks are clicking onto my blog because they themselves are researching certain names. (Google searches) I was surprised to see that some of these folks are researching as far away as Bosnia, China, England and as close as those in Philadelphia.
I figured if I labeled all my research then it would be easier for them to just click on the names they are interested in. I myself cannot believe how much research/information I have posted over the last eighteen months. How many facts I have on our family and the places they lived/worked/prayed. I have Military Records, Ship Passengers Lists, Census Records, Baptism/Death/Burial Records. I am beginning to think I need a personal secretary to keep it all in order.
I have so much information on so many lives.
I have so much information I want to share.
Because I could not be more proud of who we are and where we came from.
And because seventeen years ago I made a promise to my grandmother that I will never let anyone forget our history.
Over the last few weeks I have realized that some folks are clicking onto my blog because they themselves are researching certain names. (Google searches) I was surprised to see that some of these folks are researching as far away as Bosnia, China, England and as close as those in Philadelphia.
I figured if I labeled all my research then it would be easier for them to just click on the names they are interested in. I myself cannot believe how much research/information I have posted over the last eighteen months. How many facts I have on our family and the places they lived/worked/prayed. I have Military Records, Ship Passengers Lists, Census Records, Baptism/Death/Burial Records. I am beginning to think I need a personal secretary to keep it all in order.
I have so much information on so many lives.
I have so much information I want to share.
Because I could not be more proud of who we are and where we came from.
And because seventeen years ago I made a promise to my grandmother that I will never let anyone forget our history.
Friday, January 19, 2007
Define Peace
Watching the first snowfall of the season in the predawn hours as it is falling by the light of the street lamp.
Where We Live
I really love the neighborhood where we live with its mixture of the old and new. This neighborhood has been around for more than two hundred years so it is not a surprise to see everything from the small carriage size rowhouses to the large and often breath-taking Victorian mansions. Add a few factories converted into condos and there is something for everyone.
Manayunk has the charm of a small town in the convenience of a large city. Take a stroll down Main Street and you can visit any of the chic shops and gourmet restaurants. If you prefer to live here you can live in anything from the small sized carriage houses to converted factory condos to the enormous 19th century townhouses.
Climb the steep neighborhood hills and enter into Roxborough where you see families raising small children living in anything from a modern townhouse to a hundred year brick twin to an old 19th century mansion.
Wissahicken is full of large Victorian Style mansions in which some have been converted into apartments that are full of college students who prefer the quiet of a typical tree line street but just a train station away from their school's destination.
Because three medical schools are in short distance, you have a population of med-students living about.
Mostly everyone who lives here has a dog and so advertisements for "dog walkers" are plentiful and about.
Just North of Roxborough is a suburban-like section of the city called Andorra. Andorra has only been developed in the 1950's so this is the baby of the neighborhood.
Another reason I love where I live is the Wissahickon Park which surrounds the entire neighborhood. It is a place once inhabited by the Indian and was popular for its catfish. When you take a walk through its woods down by the creek you can just imagine what it was like for all those who lived hundreds of years ago when they took that same walk.
Some neighbors still have horse stables so it is not uncommon to see rider and horse riding freely down the hidden paths of the park. It is also not uncommon to come across an old mill or stone house that was built in another century.
The neighborhood still runs an Agricultural School complete with a live working farm where high school students can learn and practice this trade. There is nothing as satisfying as taking a small child up to the farm just so he/she can pet and feed carrots to the very human friendly horse on the property.
Manayunk has the charm of a small town in the convenience of a large city. Take a stroll down Main Street and you can visit any of the chic shops and gourmet restaurants. If you prefer to live here you can live in anything from the small sized carriage houses to converted factory condos to the enormous 19th century townhouses.
Climb the steep neighborhood hills and enter into Roxborough where you see families raising small children living in anything from a modern townhouse to a hundred year brick twin to an old 19th century mansion.
Wissahicken is full of large Victorian Style mansions in which some have been converted into apartments that are full of college students who prefer the quiet of a typical tree line street but just a train station away from their school's destination.
Because three medical schools are in short distance, you have a population of med-students living about.
Mostly everyone who lives here has a dog and so advertisements for "dog walkers" are plentiful and about.
Just North of Roxborough is a suburban-like section of the city called Andorra. Andorra has only been developed in the 1950's so this is the baby of the neighborhood.
Another reason I love where I live is the Wissahickon Park which surrounds the entire neighborhood. It is a place once inhabited by the Indian and was popular for its catfish. When you take a walk through its woods down by the creek you can just imagine what it was like for all those who lived hundreds of years ago when they took that same walk.
Some neighbors still have horse stables so it is not uncommon to see rider and horse riding freely down the hidden paths of the park. It is also not uncommon to come across an old mill or stone house that was built in another century.
The neighborhood still runs an Agricultural School complete with a live working farm where high school students can learn and practice this trade. There is nothing as satisfying as taking a small child up to the farm just so he/she can pet and feed carrots to the very human friendly horse on the property.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
America's Glory (Something I read)
Whether or not Americans have big heads or perhaps big hearts is not really the issue at hand. Americans have a deep pride but they also have fears. Their backs are strong from working long and hard. The truth is they sometimes forget their greatest strength comes when they bend their knee to be thankful they are free. If ever this trust is broken; then what they believe in doesn't exist.
Author Unknown
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For Fit Happy Cyber Nuts
I have a group of Internet friends who are very much into health and fitness as in diet and exercise which if it does not involve chewing I am not a part of but since I have come down with this terrible head cold sore nose (plague-like thing) and have not felt like doing much more then reading and surfing the internet which I must add has been mostly about what the actors wore at the Golden Globes, I did come across a very interesting article in the local newspaper here about and I quote "Phila. looks healthy for a change".
Two years ago, Philadelphia was named one of the fattest cities in America but this year Philadelphia has been named one of the fittest. (I am not fat nor fit so I do not count) How did we manage this major turn in events, you may ask since we are well known for our scrapple, soft pretzels and cheese steaks?
Well it appears we have become more involved with health and fitness programs and decided to learn some lite cooking.
Anyway, for all those friends of mine who love this sort of stuff, here is a list of ten things to gain that overall health and fit lifestyle as per the Philadelphia Inquirer;
1) HAVE A WORK-OUT BUDDY TO STAY MOTIVATED.
2) DRINK MORE WATER. FOR EXAMPLE, A 150 POUND PERSON SHOULD BE DRINKING 75 OUNCES
PER DAY.
3) INCREASE PHYSICAL ACTIVITY.
4) EAT TWO TO FOUR FRUITS AND THREE TO FIVE SERVINGS OF VEGETABLES PER DAY.
5) EAT FOODS HIGH IN FIBER AND VEGETABLE PROTEIN.
6) BREATHE DEEPLY. INHALE TO THE COUNT OF FOUR HOLD FOR 16 THEN EXHALE FOR 8.
7) SCHEDULE TIME FOR REST AND PLAY.
8) EAT YOUR LARGEST MEAL AT BREAKFAST. WAIT FIVE HOURS BETWEEN EACH MEAL.
9) GET 10 TO 15 MINUTES OF SUN-LIGHT PER DAY.
10) DO A GOOD DEED FOR SOMEONE TODAY.
Two years ago, Philadelphia was named one of the fattest cities in America but this year Philadelphia has been named one of the fittest. (I am not fat nor fit so I do not count) How did we manage this major turn in events, you may ask since we are well known for our scrapple, soft pretzels and cheese steaks?
Well it appears we have become more involved with health and fitness programs and decided to learn some lite cooking.
Anyway, for all those friends of mine who love this sort of stuff, here is a list of ten things to gain that overall health and fit lifestyle as per the Philadelphia Inquirer;
1) HAVE A WORK-OUT BUDDY TO STAY MOTIVATED.
2) DRINK MORE WATER. FOR EXAMPLE, A 150 POUND PERSON SHOULD BE DRINKING 75 OUNCES
PER DAY.
3) INCREASE PHYSICAL ACTIVITY.
4) EAT TWO TO FOUR FRUITS AND THREE TO FIVE SERVINGS OF VEGETABLES PER DAY.
5) EAT FOODS HIGH IN FIBER AND VEGETABLE PROTEIN.
6) BREATHE DEEPLY. INHALE TO THE COUNT OF FOUR HOLD FOR 16 THEN EXHALE FOR 8.
7) SCHEDULE TIME FOR REST AND PLAY.
8) EAT YOUR LARGEST MEAL AT BREAKFAST. WAIT FIVE HOURS BETWEEN EACH MEAL.
9) GET 10 TO 15 MINUTES OF SUN-LIGHT PER DAY.
10) DO A GOOD DEED FOR SOMEONE TODAY.
Monday, January 08, 2007
Keller Update
Well, its official. My husband and fellow genealogist, found the missing link to my grandfather's paternal family roots. He discovered that John Gotlieb Keller was born in Manyershein Dekedorn, Baden Germany. He also discovered John's wife's maiden name. You will never believe who she was but if you think about it, it makes perfect sense. Her birth thus legal name was Marie Elisabeth Voigt and she was born in Gross Brede, Hanover Preussen (Prussia).
Now, I am working on finding just who was her Voigt parents. If you remember, there is a Karl and Dorete Voigt buried in Bethanien Lutheran Cemetery. The Voigt grave is right next to the grave of John G and Elisabeth Keller. I wonder if Karl and Dorete are her parents? If they are then her brother was Henry (Henrich) Charles Voigt who died and was buried out at Little Big Horn.
This is the second Voigt connection to our family. The first Voigt connection was discovered last month when I made contact with a Ritter Cousin in Arlington, VA. He provided me with the first Voigt/Ritter family connection (complete with photographs) when Henry Voigt married Mary Voigt in the 1870's.
However, the Keller/Voigt connection is more significant because this is our direct line meaning "grandparents".
So in summary, John Gotlieb Keller was born July 8th, 1837 in Germany. He came to Philadelphia in 1852. His mother's name was Susannah Keller and he had two brothers Jacob and Frederick. John was two years younger then Jacob and five years older then Frederick. While in Germany, John Gotlieb was known in custom German fashion by his middle name. But when he immigrated to America, he was known by his first name John. John G Keller was a Private under Captain Otto Christi in Company B, 15th Regiment Of New York City Volunteers in the Civil War. He enrolled in the 15th on May 5th, 1861 and served three years. He was discharged in Fredericksburg on May 18th, 1864.
According to his Military Discharge Papers, he was five feet and six and three quarter inches tall with a fair complexion, brown hair and brown eyes. Before he entered the military, his occupation was a Dryer.
On January 16th, 1869, he married Marie Elisabeth Voigt in the Bethany Lutheran Church located at Pechin and Martin Streets in the Manayunk Section of Philadelphia, PA. He lived at 128 Walnut (now known as Mallory Street), Philadelphia, PA 19127.
At this time, I want to make the following correction to the Family History "A Journey Into The Past".
When I wrote our Family's History, I submitted some incorrect names of children whom I thought were the children of John and Elisabeth when in fact they were the children of his brother Jacob who lived next door at 126 Walnut Lane and who was also married to a woman named Elisabeth and who both named their children similar if not the same exact names of children born to our grandparents John and Elisabeth. Please note that both brothers had children by the name of John, Louisa and Mary. Confusing to say the least.
Here are the list of children born to John and Elisabeth Keller; Amelia born 1871, Elisabeth born 1873, Louisa born 1875, John Gotlieb born 1882, Mary (our great grandmother) born 1885 and Annie born 1889. You can find a copy of our Family Tree on Ancestry.Com. I just updated it this afternoon.
I also want to note that the second eldest child Elisabeth, did marry a man by the name of Christopher Beatty. In the 1900 Census Records, Elisabeth and Christopher lived with Elisabeth Keller (her mother) and they had listed a son of their own also named Christopher who was born in 1898.
John Gotlieb Keller died on October 28th, 1897. His wife Elisabeth died on February 4th, 1905.
Now, I am working on finding just who was her Voigt parents. If you remember, there is a Karl and Dorete Voigt buried in Bethanien Lutheran Cemetery. The Voigt grave is right next to the grave of John G and Elisabeth Keller. I wonder if Karl and Dorete are her parents? If they are then her brother was Henry (Henrich) Charles Voigt who died and was buried out at Little Big Horn.
This is the second Voigt connection to our family. The first Voigt connection was discovered last month when I made contact with a Ritter Cousin in Arlington, VA. He provided me with the first Voigt/Ritter family connection (complete with photographs) when Henry Voigt married Mary Voigt in the 1870's.
However, the Keller/Voigt connection is more significant because this is our direct line meaning "grandparents".
So in summary, John Gotlieb Keller was born July 8th, 1837 in Germany. He came to Philadelphia in 1852. His mother's name was Susannah Keller and he had two brothers Jacob and Frederick. John was two years younger then Jacob and five years older then Frederick. While in Germany, John Gotlieb was known in custom German fashion by his middle name. But when he immigrated to America, he was known by his first name John. John G Keller was a Private under Captain Otto Christi in Company B, 15th Regiment Of New York City Volunteers in the Civil War. He enrolled in the 15th on May 5th, 1861 and served three years. He was discharged in Fredericksburg on May 18th, 1864.
According to his Military Discharge Papers, he was five feet and six and three quarter inches tall with a fair complexion, brown hair and brown eyes. Before he entered the military, his occupation was a Dryer.
On January 16th, 1869, he married Marie Elisabeth Voigt in the Bethany Lutheran Church located at Pechin and Martin Streets in the Manayunk Section of Philadelphia, PA. He lived at 128 Walnut (now known as Mallory Street), Philadelphia, PA 19127.
At this time, I want to make the following correction to the Family History "A Journey Into The Past".
When I wrote our Family's History, I submitted some incorrect names of children whom I thought were the children of John and Elisabeth when in fact they were the children of his brother Jacob who lived next door at 126 Walnut Lane and who was also married to a woman named Elisabeth and who both named their children similar if not the same exact names of children born to our grandparents John and Elisabeth. Please note that both brothers had children by the name of John, Louisa and Mary. Confusing to say the least.
Here are the list of children born to John and Elisabeth Keller; Amelia born 1871, Elisabeth born 1873, Louisa born 1875, John Gotlieb born 1882, Mary (our great grandmother) born 1885 and Annie born 1889. You can find a copy of our Family Tree on Ancestry.Com. I just updated it this afternoon.
I also want to note that the second eldest child Elisabeth, did marry a man by the name of Christopher Beatty. In the 1900 Census Records, Elisabeth and Christopher lived with Elisabeth Keller (her mother) and they had listed a son of their own also named Christopher who was born in 1898.
John Gotlieb Keller died on October 28th, 1897. His wife Elisabeth died on February 4th, 1905.
Saturday, January 06, 2007
Someone Forgot
to tell this section of the country that it is Winter not Spring. Not that I am complaining or anything, but today it is 71 degrees out. Yep! 71 and it is January.
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
Not Just Anyone's Road To Travel
Many people have little interest in their past or those relatives that have gone before them. They believe in simply living in the here and now with a few goals for their future. What they do not understand is that who we are today is a result of those who came before us and I do not mean just in the gene pool neither.
I am talking about their character. How they conducted their everyday life. Why they made the choices that they made. Genealogy is a puzzle consisted of many pieces of a person's life and as I gather more information about that person and fill in those blank spaces I can create that person's character and get a very clear understanding of who that person was, where they lived, the choices they made.
John Gotlieb Keller was my great great grandfather who came over to this country in the early part of 1850. He left a country destroyed by constant Civil War only to encounter the same here when the South succeeded from the Union thus created its own Civil War. But think about it. John did not run and hide but took up arms to fight for what he believed in, to show his loyalty and patriotism for his new homeland. This military trend would be seen again and again throughout the generations that followed up to and included the Iraq War.
John worked hard and provided his family with a decent existence. He was active and well respected in the German Community and was a neighborhood leader. When he died suddenly in 1890, he was remembered and his legacy has been passed down through the generations. His daughter Mary would inherited his strength in character, hard work and patriotism and she would be remembered for her active work in the church. I saw the same things in my grandfather, her son and then again in my mother.
The Bolands came over to this country two at a time then working and sending over for the others so that they could all have a better chance in life. They are a lesson in family dynamics.
And now as I piece together the paternal side of my family, I begin to realize that my great grandmother Eva Wisloski was also of strong character and great will. As each of her children married and started their families they lived under Eva's roof until they could afford to live out on their own. I also believe she was her husband's second wife and that he may have had two or three children of his own in which Eva continued to raise after his death. This woman raised seven children on her own in a small house on Roxborough Avenue and never spoke a word of English.
Genealogy is not for everyone. The work is long and tedious and every time you move one step forward in your research, you end up moving two steps backward in the process. It takes years and years of research to create that puzzle called a person's life. There is no instant gratification but the rewards are great when you stumbled across that valuable piece of family history.
I am talking about their character. How they conducted their everyday life. Why they made the choices that they made. Genealogy is a puzzle consisted of many pieces of a person's life and as I gather more information about that person and fill in those blank spaces I can create that person's character and get a very clear understanding of who that person was, where they lived, the choices they made.
John Gotlieb Keller was my great great grandfather who came over to this country in the early part of 1850. He left a country destroyed by constant Civil War only to encounter the same here when the South succeeded from the Union thus created its own Civil War. But think about it. John did not run and hide but took up arms to fight for what he believed in, to show his loyalty and patriotism for his new homeland. This military trend would be seen again and again throughout the generations that followed up to and included the Iraq War.
John worked hard and provided his family with a decent existence. He was active and well respected in the German Community and was a neighborhood leader. When he died suddenly in 1890, he was remembered and his legacy has been passed down through the generations. His daughter Mary would inherited his strength in character, hard work and patriotism and she would be remembered for her active work in the church. I saw the same things in my grandfather, her son and then again in my mother.
The Bolands came over to this country two at a time then working and sending over for the others so that they could all have a better chance in life. They are a lesson in family dynamics.
And now as I piece together the paternal side of my family, I begin to realize that my great grandmother Eva Wisloski was also of strong character and great will. As each of her children married and started their families they lived under Eva's roof until they could afford to live out on their own. I also believe she was her husband's second wife and that he may have had two or three children of his own in which Eva continued to raise after his death. This woman raised seven children on her own in a small house on Roxborough Avenue and never spoke a word of English.
Genealogy is not for everyone. The work is long and tedious and every time you move one step forward in your research, you end up moving two steps backward in the process. It takes years and years of research to create that puzzle called a person's life. There is no instant gratification but the rewards are great when you stumbled across that valuable piece of family history.
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