Tuesday, March 5, 2019

52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks 2019 Week 9 Prompt - At The Courthouse.

52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks
2029
Week 9
Prompt – At The Courthouse

 Personally, the only time I was in a courthouse during an actual trial was during a class trip. I vaguely remember it as boring and wanting to be anywhere but there. I was subpoenaed to a trial in Regina which had to do with a bank fraud case.  However I was  9 plus months pregnant with Jill and when the police came by to discuss the case, they took one look at me and said that I would not likely be needed to testify because of my condition! I also have been summoned to jury duty but again was let off because the jury selection and trial date occurred during the middle of a month long vacation to London and Paris. 
 In past blogs I have spoken about my maternal grandfather who has a rather sordid past with the law. According to family lore Patrick or Robert Sullivan was a bigamist and sent to jail. In past my research has not been able to find the actual documents to verify this. In 2008 I ordered microfiche with the help of a clerk at Manitoba Archives in hopes of finding some records of his court trial or their divorce records. Since bigamy was a prosecutable offense, the clerk suggested I look through the index of Queen's Bench division – Eastern Judicial District. The indexes from 1921 to 1930 or so showed no cases under the name of Sullivan, O'Sullivan either Patrick, Pat or Robert; Krikau, Krikow, Mary or Maria. Another words I tried every combination of names and came up with nothing.
I assumed since my grandmother remarried 11 years later in 1932 she would have gotten a divorce. Divorce pre-1968 had to be a “Statue of Law” by the Federal Government and thus would be recorded. It also had to be publicized in their local newspaper for six months prior to the divorce and / or in The Canadian Gazette. The Library Archives of Canada listed every divorce pre-1968. There is 12,000 plus names listed. Once again I searched every combination of both of their names and did not find their names in the index. I even went to the McKimmie Law Library in Calgary and looked through the Statue books and The Canadian Gazettes from 1921 to 1940 or so. Again their name never came up.
I believe my assumption that they divorced was incorrect. Although on my grandmother's Naturalization Papers she lists herself as Divorced. 
Naturalization Papers For Mary Sollivan(sic).

Due to the fact that they do not show up on the statues, I truly believe they were not divorced. At that time this would have been an easy thing to do. The husband or wife (more likely the husband) could just take off and restart a life in a different location without regards to their past history. Again it seems that this is what Mr. Sullivan did. He was never heard of again. Today multi media and electronics makes it very difficult to get off the grid and disappear like this.
I wonder if my grandmother actually went to Mr. Sullivan's court proceedings. She would have been a very pregnant women. She was only 19 and her first language was German. It must have been very stressful for her. I also wonder if she had family with her for support. We are told that her parents had disowned her for marrying against their wishes. I would like to think that they would be there for her despite the circumstances.
To this end I have looked at several documents to find out where she was living during this time. She married Mr. Sullivan in a home of 609 Herbert Street Winnipeg which according to the Wedding Certificate was the home of her brother, Fred Krikau. 
1921 April 11 Marriage Certificate for Mary Krikau and Bob Sullivan.

The 1921 Canada Census stated that her parents lived at 659 Herbert Street, Winnipeg. After Mary was married she and Mr. Sullivan boarded in a home at 57 Francis Street, Winnipeg according to the 1921 Census. On my mother's (Vivian Sullivan) birth certificate we find out that Mr. Sullivan's is living in the Penitentiary and grandmother lists her abode 659 Herbert Street which his her mother and father's home. 
April 19, 1922 Birth Certificate for Lydia Sullivan.

I feel comforted that she did have her mother and father's support during this incredible stressful time and more than likely helped her at the courthouse.

Wendy

Thursday, February 28, 2019

52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks 2019 Week 8 Prompt - Family Photograph

52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks
2019
Week 8
Prompt – Family Photo


My Great Grandfather - Andreas Krikau and Six of His Seven Children.

Fred, Mary, Lizzie, George, John, Henry and Their Father, Andreas Krikau

My grandmother, Mary McLaughlin (nee Krikau), is standing second from the left in the back row. Lying on the ground is her father, my great grandfather, Andreas Krikau. I received this photograph in the box of “grandma things” from my Aunt Phyllis after her husband died. Phyllis' husband was Wallace McLaughlin and the last surviving child of Grandmother McLaughlin. I don't believe the names were ever on the back of this photo but I have tried to name them.
The two obvious people I know are Great Grandfather, Andreas Krikau and my Grandmother Mary. My grandmother only had one sister and thus the girl standing on her left is Elisa Krikau, AKA Betty. To Elisa's left are the three younger brothers George, John and Henry. The big question is who is the brother to my grandmother's right? She has one older brother, Andreas Krikau, AKA Andrew or Andy.  There is a brother just two years younger than Mary and he is Georg Friedrich Krikau, AKA Fred.  My assumption in the above photograph is that because he is taller he would be the older brother - Andrew.  However I have his name on the photograph as Fred!
I found a second photograph which is taken at the same time. It was labeled as Fred, Mary and Andrew Krikau.  Thus I feel confident that I was correct in naming the taller brother as Fred in the above photo. 

Fred, Mary and Andrew Krikau

I have tried to figure out when this photo was taken and have come up with a  possibility.  They seem to be wearing what I call special Sunday clothes.  Grandma was confirmed April 1, 1917 in Winnipeg. I'm sure that photos were only taken on special occasions such as this. Grandma looks like a 14 year old.  Where is her mother, Maria Krikau?  I know at this time Maria was just pregnant with their last child. (Wilhelm Krikau was born October 25, 1917 and died at 4 months of age of pneumonia on May 20, 1918). Was Mary's mother not well?  More likely she was busy in the kitchen making a special dinner for the occasion.  
I had wondered if it was taken on the occasion of my grandmother's first marriage to Robert Sullivan.

On Back of Photo - Lizzie Krikau and Mary Sullivan

This picture was taken on the occasion of Mary's Wedding and her sister Elisa seems to be wearing the same dress as the family photo above.  Mary's first wedding was April 11, 1921.  As I understand it, Mary's mother and father "disowned" her because she married Sullivan against their wishes.  However her brothers Fred and Andrew were the witnesses to her wedding. Thus I believe the Krikau Sibling photo was earlier than her wedding. I believe the photograph dates to about 1917.
These photographs are the earliest pictures I have of my grandmother and her siblings.  I treasure them and love that I have them. It gives me one more dimension of information to piece together my grandmother's story. 

Wendy





Monday, February 25, 2019

52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks 2019 Week 7 Prompt - Love

52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks
2019
Week 7
Prompt – Love

What other prompt can one expect during the week of Valentines?  And what says love more than a wedding. I went to my genealogy scanned photos and discovered several wedding photos I wish to share.
Below:
Bill & Wendy(me)
Jake & Vivian (Wendy's mom and dad)
Tony & Clara (Bill's mom and dad)
Robert and Mary Sullivan (my maternal grandparents)
Arthur and Ida Jahnke (Bill's maternal grandparents).

Wendy
Bill and Wendy (nee Peters) Hoffart - May 3, 1975




Jake and Vivian (nee Sullivan) Peters - November 20, 1938
Tony and Clara (nee Jahnke) Hoffart - November 6, 1952
Robert and Mary (nee Krikau) Sullivan - April 11, 1921
 
Arthur and Ida (nee Bachmann) Jahnke - June 24, 1917


  





Saturday, February 9, 2019

52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks 2019 Week 6 Prompt - Surprise

52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks
2019
Week 6 
Prompt - Surprise


Where is Daniel Fesser Buried

On September 12, 2018 my husband and I were on a car trip to Seattle. We traveled to Abbotsford, British Columbia. We crossed the border to United States and traveled 64 kilometers south to the town Sedro-Woolley. It is about 40 kilometers inland from Puget Sound and about 105 kilometers north of Seattle. This is a city of about 10,500 (according to the 2010 US Census) and found in the county of Skagit. This is the city where The Northern State Hospital is found. According to Daniel Fesser's death certificate he died on August 4, 1933 at 0550 at Northern State Hospital. He died from Hypostatic Pneumonia with contributing cause possibly related to Senile Dementia.
Daniel Fesser is Bill's 2nd great grandfather. He was quite a character and the first ancestor I will blog about from Bill's side. 

Northern State Hospital Sedro-Woolley, Washington
The Northern State Hospital (NSH) has a history that needs to be explored to find out where Daniel Fesser might be buried. The NSH was opened April 1, 1911. The hospital consisted of 4 cottages. They were 2 stories high with a basement constructed of cement, The roofs were tiled. The kitchen cottage consisted of an attendant's dining room, bakery, refrigeration and storage room. The work on the hospital grounds and out buildings carried on til 1914 and done mostly with patient help. At the end of September, 1914 there was 287 patients.
Construction came to a screeching halt in the crash of 1929. By 1936 construction of further wards etc. was done and it became one of the leading institutions in Washington. In 1953 the local newspaper noted that the hospital had 2200 patients in 32 wards, 415 employees, 200 attendants and 12 graduate nurses.
The NSH closed in 1973 and some of the buildings are currently used as job corps institution, a drug rehab facility and the grounds is a recreational park .
Alas where did the hospitals' dead go? A cemetery was established shortly after opening in 1912 however there is only one headstone in place and yet about 1500 patients were to have been buried on site. The cemetery was located in a remote area in the far eastern edge of the grounds. This area was swampy and frequent spring floods washed out the area floating the coffins despite placing stones within to weigh them down. The brick markers placed above the graves sites did the opposite and usually sunk into the depths of the swamp.
About a decade after it opened it became apparent to them that they needed a facility to handle their dead. In 1926 a morgue and crematorium was built. Macabre as it was the morgue also had an “anatomical museum” in which the patients supplied their bodies to the science of anatomy.  I cannot fathom what this really means!
The coffins were constructed by the patients themselves in their woodworking shops. Apparently they were very basic. The patients were also responsible for digging the graves and burying the dead. The dead laid in coffins were loaded onto a horse drawn buggy or in the later years onto the back of a pick up truck and taken to the cemetery.
Patients who were not claimed by family or friends were the states responsibility and were the individuals that were buried on site. Patients of the Catholic faith were buried using coffins however everybody else were cremated in the crematorium. Apparently 700 individuals were buried in coffins and the rest were cremated. The patients who were buried on sight had a brick placed above them. Due to privacy laws only initials and a number engraved upon it so that no name would be associated with the asylum. The cremated remains were put in aluminum tin cans gotten from the hospital cannery. The name would be scribbled on the side. When the collection got to a certain size they were told to take the remains to the cemetery and bury them in between the rows of existing graves. Apparently a couple hundred cans never made it to the cemetery but were found many decades later in the morgue collecting dust. In the 1980's when they were discovered they were gathered up and taken to Mount Vernon Cemetery where believe it or not they were once again forgotten but this time in a utility shed. They were eventually laid to rest in a mass grave in Mount Vernon Cemetery.
The site for the NSH Cemetery was not well preserved or looked after from it's start. The city crew hired to take care of the grounds did not know what the brick stones were so they were removed to make it easier for mowing. In deed some were piled up against the fence. Some were found in other farmers' fields. Besides the flooding, cattle were known to graze above it and in later years the land was sublet to farmers who had no idea what this area signified. They plowed the land plowing up or totally displacing the brick shape markers as well as some of the buried cans with cremated remains. 

In the early 2000's a family came to the grounds to pay respect to their deceased relative and realized the horrible state of the cemetery. They got the local news involved in this disrespected spectacle and since then their has been efforts made to identify the dead and in 2004 a marker was erected to honor the NSH unknown dead. By 2010 NSH was saved from its reinvention (among other things a racetrack or county fair was suggested) when a local resident, Brenda Kinzer lobbied and it was finally put on a national registry of historic places.
Brenda Kinzer has been on a committee to restore the old cemetery. The Northern State Preservation group works to this day to make sure it gets a name, date of birth and death date of every patient who died within it.
As an aside the NSH is considered haunted by some and has become a magnet to those seeking their ghosts. It seems that two movies and a episode of Ghost hunters was filmed here.
Getting back to the story of being in Sedro-Woolley last fall we found ourselves at The Sedro-Woolley Museum. 
 I spoke to the museum volunteer about my husband's 2nd great grandfather, Daniel Fesser and how we have been looking for his final resting place. At this time I already knew about the hospital's sordid details of their dead. She went to the back of the museum and brought forth a stapled pile of papers titled, “Norther State Hospital, Cemetery Burials 1914 – 1952” Also it states that the list is in alphabetical order and “This list is only about 90% accurate.” The volunteer said there could be burials that were not listed. 

The records were apparently not great and in fact many records had been lost for many years. Finally they did come across a partial list. We looked up Daniel Fesser who was not on the list. I also looked under several possible misspellings and not found. The volunteer also had a list named “Ashes” which again Daniel Fesser was not on.
Daniel Fesser's sons, from his first family, spent many years searching for their father's grave. It seems no matter where they went they visited the cemetery to try and find him. Sadly they never found him. If they were alive today they still would not find his burial place.
I surmise that Daniel Fesser was put into the hospital by his second wife and family - Sophia Schechtel who was 44 years his junior. On the death certificate the doctor said he had know Daniel Fesser since November 7, 1931 until his death. From this I gather he was admitted to the hospital on November 7, 1931. Most did not go to the institution willingly thus he was probably admitted by his wife.
Upon his death I assume that Sophia did not show up to collect his body. If this were true than I have to guess that seeing how he was not catholic, he was one of the individuals who were cremated in the hospital's crematorium and placed in an aluminum can. God forbid he was one of the individuals who were part of the “anatomical museum”. In the 1950's when the morgue on the grounds was shut down, the museum was literally disposed of into the city dump.
Sadly, I believe he was cremated on site and placed in a can. From there his path could have been forgotten on the shelf in the morgue, or buried in between the rows of grave sites in the cemetery, or found on the shelf in the morgue and removed to Mount Vernon Cemetery to be forgotten in a utility shed until they were buried in a mass grave at that site. There will not be a headstone or marker for his grave site. I am not surprised that patients from an asylum from the first part of the 20th century were treated like this.

John Judd is a NW Washington Magazine writer and in his article, “An old mental institution, and its cemetery, might get a dignified makeover.” he states it more succinctly than I ever could.

“Even in death, the stigma of mental illness haunts these departed souls. The lack of names is a clumsy result of privacy laws that protected family surnames from being associated with an asylum. Once inside Northern State, people whose bodies were not claimed were effectively wiped from history, leaving dead branches on entire forests of family trees.”


Wendy

 This is the only picture of Daniel Fesser that I have.  It was taken from the obituary of his oldest daughter - Pauline Fesser's.  His wife is Sophia Schechtel and their 4 children.

Monday, February 4, 2019

52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks 2019 Week 5 Prompt - At The Library

52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks
2019
Week 5
Prompt – At The Library

As I have mentioned before, I started genealogy in 2005 after taking a genealogy course. Genealogical databases had not come of age at this time. They were out there but only accessible through the library. The databases were scant. Quite often the information you wanted was found on microfiche or microfilm. Sometimes the library would have the microfiche on site, but more remote work was to be ordered in and after several weeks it came into the library and you would go to one of their antiquated microfiche readers and figure out how to use it and then search a poorly done film for hours on end in search of that one little gem of information such as the right Canadian Census for the ancestors. It was tedious work with very little payback. I have not used microfiche reader since that time.
At that time I also went to the library to look up relatives in The Henderson's Directory. This was a directory that listed the people of the city, where they lived, their occupation, and sometimes their spouse. They had the books back to the 1920's in Saskatoon Public Library. This is where I started looking up my paternal grandfather Patrick Sullivan with some success. After finding what you wanted you would have to dig out your quarters to photocopy the page or two. 


Patrick Sullivan Chef YMCA Room 309 Ave B South
Fast forward 13 or so years and I find that I have rarely gone to a library. The databases online are phenomenal. They can be accessed at the library for free and if there is a computer available. If you can afford the subscription and have a computer at home, then one can stay at home spending hours looking for their long lost ancestors in their sweats or PJ's if you wish. When I came back to genealogy I couldn't believe how much information is out there. A genealogist's life is much easier now than it was when I first started.
One of the databases I use quite often is The GRanDMA database (Genealogical Registry and Database of Mennonite Ancestry) The following is what I get when I look up my paternal grandfather, Franz Peters. 
 
In looking for a source for the birth, baptism, death and burial for Franz Peters I looked at notes at the bottom of the page. The Reinländer Gemeinde Buch : 1880-1903, Manitoba, Canada is a book of church records and registers. Die Mennonitische Rundschau, page 7 May 1952, p11 was the next source I needed to find. Mennonitische Rudnschau was the longest running German newspaper in North America and ran from 1880 to 2007. It was written in German and was the newspaper of the Mennonites connecting Russia to North America as a source of the births, deaths and other news. Around this time I happened to be in Saskatoon and wanted to go to the Mennonite Historical Society of Saskatchewan. As it turned out it is the basement of the Bethany Manor.  I was directed to take the elevator to the basement and go forward past the old fridges, stoves and walkers to the double doors, I would find it in there. I did find it there. I thought it would be in a more stately abode. It was a rather large room filled with used books and bibles, magazines, new books for sale and tables strewn with books, documents and magazines that were being archived and put out for display. It smelled musty and things were dusty. Among this I was able to find the above book, The Reinländer Gemeinde Buch and in fact bought it to have my own copy. The Mennonitische Rudnschau was bound and organized into files that one could look up easily. As I leafed through the old newspapers from 1952, the paper felt brittle and ready to disintegrate. Carefully I found page 11of May 7 1952. And this is what I found.

I copied it and well the next step is to find someone to translate it. Oh how I wish I knew German.
This Mennonite archival site in Saskatoon is the closest thing to a library that I have visited for my genealogy in recent years. It has proved to be very useful. Its full of historical books and papers that otherwise would not be available on the internet. And like the library it is staffed by wonderful knowledgeable volunteers who were there to answer my questions and direct me to the next place in my search. I plan to return again on my next visit to Saskatoon.
Libraries are still necessary in genealogy despite all the online information out there. Almost every public library has a section on genealogy and local history which is a good place to start. It is where I started this crazy hobby. 

Wendy


Sunday, January 27, 2019

52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks 2019 Week 4 Prompt - I'd Like To Meet.

52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks
2019
Week 4
Prompt - I'd Like To Meet

I have scanned many photo albums over the years. I like to think that every picture tells a story. The story comes more easily if you know who is in the picture and when it was taken. Very few people labelled their photos. Why would we? We know who they are. True, but when they get passed down two or three or more generations, it becomes easy to lose track of who the people are in the photograph. I have a few scanned photo albums just labelled as Photographs of Unknown People and I have added which family they come from.
Mary McLaughlin, my maternal grandmother was my closest grandparent. As I unravel her life story I find that she has a different side to her than the quiet, demure, penultimate “church lady” that I knew. My Aunt Phyllis once told me that apparently my grandmother gave her parents a very hard time as a teenager. I find this hard to imagine. But who knows? 

4 Willson Sisters!
Back of Same Photograph



In my photo album of unknown people in Mary McLaughlin family, I came across this picture. I believe the back of the photograph is in the hand of Mary. “4 Willson (sic) Sisters. I worked with ? They were wonderful friends....in the years of 1916, 1917, 1918, 1919.”
I have heard that when Mary was in Winnipeg before she was married to her first husband she worked in a chocolate factory. Are they co-workers from the chocolate factory? The time period seems to indicate the probable time would coincide.
When I looked at the photograph for the first time I thought they were some kind of vaudeville act. Alas no. It does seem like the attire of the time. The head bands, the big bows, the floating smock tops, the longer skirts or dresses and the white button up boots seem to verify the dates on the back of the photograph. None the less they do look like fun friends to me. And who better to know what Mary was really like than these young ladies. I would have liked to meet them when they lived because I hope they would have told me stories of a grandmother I did not know. Was it these ladies that Mary chummed with while giving her parents a hard time? Was it these ladies that introduced Mary to her first husband? What exactly did they share to have been named “wonderful friends”? Friends hold the secrets that one dare not tell their own family. Oh how I wished I knew the Wilson sisters while they lived. Maybe then I would know the other side of Grandmother Mary McLaughlin!

Wendy




Sunday, January 20, 2019

52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks 2019 Week 3 Prompt - Unusual Name

52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks
2019
Week 3
Prompt – Unusual Name

This past week I received a message in Ancestry from a women by the last name of Doering. We are trying to figure out how we are related. As of yet that is to be determined. The first appearance of a Doering in my family tree is my great great grandmother on my maternal side. 

In fact my grandmother McLaughlin mentioned a Dearing in her oral history. In this case when she says “your grandma”s”, she is speaking to her nephew, my first cousin once removed and thus it would be my great grandmother. 

I don't know if it is really that unusual of a name, but I did want to explore it a bit. This line has been traced back by an Ancestry member to Hans Sr. Doering born in 1559. And believe it or not he would be my 10th great grandfather.
There are a few different spellings such as Doering, Dearing, Doring, Döring and Deering to name a few. According to Ancestry Learning Center, Doering is an ethnic name for someone from Thuringia, Germany. Elisabeth Barbara Doering, my great great grandmother was born in Warenburg, Samara, Russia in 1840. You would have to climb up my family tree to my 5th Great grandfather to find a Doering from my tree who was born in Germany.  Johann Döring, born 1748, moved from Darmstadt,Germany to the Volga Region of Russia around 1767. This Johann was born to Adam Döring and Apollonia Huschenbeth. Apollonia is my 6th great grandmother. I have never heard of this given name. In fact I only have one person in my tree with this given name. 
The biblical meaning of Apollonia is “perdition or destruction”. Ouch!
There is a Saint Apollonia from Alexandria and Apollonia became a very popular name in the middle ages and is invoked against toothaches. It means she is the patron saint of teeth??
My 9th grand uncle in the same Doering family is Balthasar Baltzer Döring. He was born in 1645 in Thuringia Germany.  Dictionary of American Family Names ©2013, Oxford University Press ; “the main reason for the popularity of Balthasar in medieval Italy and Germany was that, according to legend, it was the name of one of the three Magi from the East who attended Christ’s birth. His supposed relics were venerated at first in Milan, but after 1164 in Cologne, where they had been taken by Rainald of Dassel. (Archbishop of Cologne)”
In the same Doering Family, my 1st cousin 7 times removed is Bartholomäus Döring. It is not so much unusual as it is uncommon. Bartholomäus is the German form of Bartholomew. It is said that the name was common at the time because  Bartholomew was one of Jesus' 12 apostles.
My 7th Great Grandfather is named Valentin Döring. He was born April 22, 1663 in Thuringia, Germany. Again the name is not unusual but seems to stand out as uncommon name for the time. Valentin means strong and healthy. Interestingly I found out it was the name of more than 50 saints and 3 Roman Emperors and a pope. The most famous saint is a third century Roman - Saint Valentine who was commemorated on February 14th. 
In the exploration of my Doering family I found a plethora of names such as Johann, Heinrich, Daniel, Anna, Catharina, Maria and Barbara. So many that they are easy to get confused from one Johann to its sibling Johann, to its grandson, Johann.  Thus these 4 unusual names - Apollonia, Balthasar, Bartholomäus and Valentin stand out as very unusual names.

Wendy 







52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks Week 18 Prompt - Institution

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