Archive for August 29, 2008

An Attempted Act of Genealogical Kindness

On Wednesday, Randy Seaver posted this item about the discovery of some love letters between a Navy man and his wife during World War II.  Seems the letters were found in a trash can at a thrift store  in Grass Valley, California, about 50 miles north of my location.   The letters came from Claude Dawson in the South Pacific to his wife Nadine H. Dawson in San Francisco.

The story appeared in The Union, the local newspaper of the Grass Valley area.   The newspaper is publishing the letters over the next few weeks to help identify the rightful owners.  The matter also appeared in the Random Acts of Genealogical Kindness chat forum.  And Chris Dunham picked up the ball and made it one of his Genealogue Challenges.

Well, of course, I couldn’t resist all that, especially with a local angle to it.  So at an hour when I’m usually in bed, I went to work on it.  Here’s what I found:

Claude Everett Dawson was born on March 15, 1910 in Missouri. (California Death Index–available at Ancestry.com).  His parents were difficult to identify, but his maternal grandparents were Albert and Belle Carlton of St Louis, MO.

To try to find his parents, I looked at the 1900 census for St Louis where I found the Carltons.  I reasoned that one of the Carlton daughters who was still at home in 1900 might be Claude’s mother.  There were five girls in the Carlton household in 1900: Jessie, 19; Fannie, 17;  nine year old twins, Mina and Nina; and Adelle, 7.  Any one of these girls could be Claude’s mother except Nina, who in 1910 married a man named J.B. Welch (Missouri Marriages 1805-2002 Database on Ancestry.com).  Of course that fact does not rule her out as Claude’s mother, and indeed would perhaps be consistent with other facts in this matter.

At some point when he was less than ten years old, Claude was shipped to California to live with his uncle Warren Lee Carlton in Oakland. (U.S. Census, Alameda County, Calif., 1920). His grandmother Belle Carlton joined that household as well (U.S. Census, Alameda County, Calif., 1930).   Claude Dawson attended Woodrow Wilson Junior High School in Oakland in the late 1920′s where he was a thespian and an athlete. (See “Students to Enact ‘The Gypsy Rover,’” Oakland Tribune, Nov. 26, 1925, p. 29; see also Oakland Tribune, Feb 21, 1926, p4, col. 4 [list of Wilson Jr. High  School Volleyball players]. In the late 1930′s, Claude attended University of California at Berkeley. (See “Barber Shop Quartet Tunes Up;  ‘Too Slow’ Says U.C. Jitterbug,” Oakland Tribune, Oct 8, 1938, p. 2). It’s not clear what he was doing during the rather lengthy time between when he should have graduated from high school and the time he was a U.C. sophomore; also, I cannot tell if he graduated from Cal.

Claude apparently worked to put himself through school.  Accoording to Alameda County voter registration records, in 1934, he was a “drug clerk,” residing at 575 46th Street in Oakland. From 1936 through 1940, he was at 3765 Lakeshore Avenue in Oakland.  The first several years he appears to have been in some company’s “shipping dept.” In 1940, his occupation is listed as  “federal employee.” Also in 1940, he moved from Lakeshore to 535 Stockton, also in Oakland.

Nadine Henry Dawson first appears in the voter registration records in 1942. She and Claude were then living at 840 York Street in Oakland and their occupations were given as  “civil service clerk” and “federal clerk” respectively.

Available records reveal little about Nadine Henry Dawson, except that she was born on Nov 7, 1913, in Washington State and her mother’s maiden name was Edwards (Calif Death Index).

After the war, Claude resumed his federal civil service career as a manager with the Social Security Administration in Oakland and Alameda. (See “Legislative Club to Meet,” Oakland Tribune, Dec 30, 1958, p. 6, announcing that Dawson, manager of SSA District office will be guest speaker at luncheon meeting of Women’s Legislative Club).

The Dawsons may have had at least three children born in Northern California who would be of an age to still be alive. I found recent addresses for two of those potential  children. There may have been at least two grandchildren born.  However, later today, I was in touch with the newspaper reporter who is covering this case.  She says that at least one of the putative children denies any relationship.  From the letters (which she has seen, but I have not, she can tell that the dates of birth of the other children I identified are probably too early to be those of Nadine and Claude. All of which goes to show, again, that we really need to see some source documents here: birth certificates, death certificates, the SS-5′s, before we can call the case “solved.”

Nadine H. Dawson died on March 30, 1994, in San Francisco at age 80. Claude Everett Dawson followed his wife in death on May 1, 1994 in San Francisco, at age 83.

We’ll stay on this story and let you know what happens.

Social Networks and Genealogy: Part 1

Social networks are part of the new generation of Web applications and they are starting to reach their adolescence.  In their infancy, like all tech stuff, social networks were either disregarded by “mainstream” users or disrespected by avant-garde developers as not serious.  But now, it seems that nearly everyone is finding use for social networks.  And that’s what happens to make an application eventually a mature part of technology.

In genealogy, it was first necessary for genealogy itself to reach a new level of acceptance at large before social networking could be of any use.   We probably passed that point long ago.  In some respects,  collaboration of the sort needed and desired in genealogy has helped fuel the growth of even non-genealogical social networks.

Recently, the number of genealogists and family history researchers on Facebook has increased tremendously.  There were genealogists on Facebook before this past spring; however, Megan Smolenyak Smolenyak’s recognition that Facebook might provide a good platform for the Unclaimed Persons project triggered the mass migration of genealogy-types to Facebook.

In a multi-part series, we’ll review the leading social network sites on the Web today and discuss their efficacy for genealogy.  That includes some genealogy-specific sites and some general  interest sites.  We’ll examine the pitfalls and the things one ought to know before signing onto specific social networks.  We start with the genealogy-specific social networks.

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Coming Up on GeneaBlogie!

Starting this week: a multi-part series on Social Networks and Genealogy–starts Thursday.

Sept 1: Deadline for Show and Tell at the Carnival!

Next week: another multi-part series: 40 Years On – A Memoir of 1968

Oct 3-5: A GeneaBlogie Special Event! More info coming soon!

Managing the Treasure Trove of Photos and Documents

So how have we been doing managing our windfall of photos and documents?  It’s going slowly as one might expect.  We’re stll “triaging.”  Some observations so far:

  • A lot of the photographs had been saved in the worst possible way: glued to scrapbook pages covered with sticky plastic!  These will take some extra work.
  • There is a fair amount of family photography that’s just plain bad! I’m seriously tempted to post the worst here as a warning to all.
  • Not surprisingly, so many photos have unidentified subjects, dates, or locations.  Please, for the sake of your posterity, label your photos.

In the first triage wave, we are working with 24 photo albums with pictures ranging from about 1900 to the 1970′s.   We’ll bring some with us to Scanfest tomorrow.

The Soundtracks of My Salad Days

Greenman Tim of Walking the Berkshires started this meme.  And it was a bit difficult simply because there was so much to work with. The question was “what were the 10 most formative albums of your teenage years?”

I’m not sure how to answer that; only rarely has music had a shaping influence on me.  But I do love music of all sorts and I love the nostalgic feelings that working on this brought about.  I thought about the music that meant the most to me for whatever reason. I couldn’t keep it to ten. So a lot of it is not profound–hey, we were teenagers–but it is what it is.

Technically speaking, I was a teenager from October 3, 1967–just after the Summer of Love–to October 2, 1974.  That short period covers a lot of ground culturally in America.  The music that I heard then I heard first on the AM rockers: during the day, KQEO 920 AM in Albuquerque; at night KOMA out of Oklahoma City. Later, after we moved, it was Music Power KMBY 1240 AM in Monterey, California, and of course, the greatest West Coast rocker of all, San Francisco’s legendary KFRC 610 AM.  Toward the end of my teen years, I was listening to the KEDI-AM/KCMS-FM combo (“Colorado’s Music Mother!”) out of Manitou Springs, Colorado, which became KIIQ-AM-FM (“Top  of the Rock”–a geo-musical pun). And I worked at a couple of radio stations, which I’ll have more about in some future post.

It’s a fairly eclectic list. That has to do in part with the constrained formats of commercial radio in those days. There wasn’t proliferation of individual formats; for the most part, it all got played on the same stations. Anyway, to do this, I referred to Billboard magazine’s Hot 200 Albums to help refresh my memory for the years in question, although I do own many of these.  So here we go:

1967

The Fifth Dimension, Up, Up, and Away

Paul Revere and the Raiders, Revolution!

The Temptations, Temptations with a Lot o’ SoulCraig & wife & friend meet The Temptations

Diana Ross and the Supremes, Greatest Hits (charted #1 in US and UK)

Simon & Garfunkel,  Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme

The Association, Insight Out

The Jimi Henrdix Experience, Are You Experienced? (the first album I ever bought myself!)

1968

Judy Collins, Wildflowers

Craig & posse visit with The  Temptations

Glen Campbell, Witchita Lineman (Glen’s uncle, the late Dick Bills, was a radio and television celebrity in Albuquerque at the time).

The Chambers Brothers, Time Has Come

Barbra Streisand, Simply Streisand

The Rascals, Groovin”

The Moody Blues, Days of Future Past (you couldn’t hear this on AM radio in 1967; You had to find a cool friend who had a weird thing called an FM radio!).

Jose Feliciano, Feliciano!

Aretha Franklin, Lady Soul

1969

The Beatles, Let It Be

Blood, Sweat and Tears, Blood, Sweat and Tears (Grammy Award, Best Album of the Year)

Creedence Clearwater Revival, Green River

Isaac Hayes (a moment of silence, please . . .), Hot Buttered Soul

Donovan, The Hurdy Gurdy Man

The Who, Tommy

Three Dog Night, Suitable for Framing

The Fifth Dimension, The Age of Aquarius

1970

Blood, Sweat and Tears, BST III

Creedence Clearwater Revival, Cosmo’s Factory

Crosby, Stills, and Nash, Crosby, Stills and Nash

Simon & Garfunkel, Bridge Over Troubled Waters

1971–a year of romance for me!

The Carpenters, Close to You and Carpenters

Rod Stewart, Every Picture Tells a Story

Marvin Gaye, What’s Goin’ On?

Cat Stevens, Tea for the Tiller Man and Teaser and the Fire Cat

Chicago, Chicago III

Sly and the Family Stone, There’s a Riot Goin’ On

Elton John, Madman Across the Water

Neil Young, After the Gold Rush

Barbra Streisand, Stony End and Barbra Joan Streisand

1972–one of the best years of my adolescence!

Alice Cooper, School’s OutAlice Cooper

The Carpenters, A Song For You

Carole ingCarole King, Tapestry

Al Green, Let’s Stay Together

Bread, Baby I’m-a Want You

Don MacLean, American Pie

Elton John, Honky Chateau

Isaac Hayes, Shaft and Black Moses

1973

Carly Simon, Anticipation and No Secrets

Bette Midler, The Divine Miss M

Carole King; Fantasy

Seals and Crofts, Diamond Girl

The Doobie Brothers, The Captain and Me

The O’Jays, Backstabbers

Al Green, I’m Still in Love with You

Elton John, Don’t Shoot Me, I’m Only the Piano Player

1974

John Denver, Back Home Again

Elton John, Good-Bye, Yellow Brick Road

Rufus and Chaka Khan, Rags to RufusChaka Khan

The Beach Boys, Endless Summer

Gladys Knight and the Pips, Imagination

Barbra Streisand, The Way We Were

Love Unlimited Orchestra with Barry White, Rhapsody in White

Henry Gates’ Next Big Thing: Take It to the Classroom

Henry Louis Gates, Jr., is the sort of fellow who wakes up in the middle of the night with grandiose ideas but not necessarily unique ideas.  The difference is that when Gates has a nocturnal brainstorm, it’s likely to turn into great happenings in the daylight.  So, one can hope, will it be with his next big thing: taking genealogy and DNA research into inner city public schools as a way to “revolutionize” the learning process, especially for African-American students.

If anyone can make that happen, it would be Professor Gates.

Long a public intellectual with eclectic interests, Gates has brought his ideas to life in books, on film, and on television; the most recent example being the PBS series African American Lives. Now in conjunction with other educators, Gates is working on what he calls an “ancestry-based curriculum” in K-12 schools.  Late last year, this idea attracted the attention of the editors of Wired. who conferred upon Gates their 2007 Rave Award for Education.

It appears that Gates’s idea has some traction in education circles. On Tuesday, a group called Learning First Alliance published in its online site, Public School Insights an interview with Gates in which he expounds upon the idea.

Learning First Alliance is a coalition of the leading organizations of the public school establishment.  The interview with Gates is short, but clearly favorable to the idea of the “ancestry-based curriculum.”

Although Gates has focused on African-American students initially, his background and previous writings suggest that he would be among the first to recognize that his genealogy/DNA curriculum would benefit all students.

Genealogists can play a constructive role when such a program comes before their local school authorities for review by letting the public know just what an educational experience genealogy is.  I have learned far more about geography, history, sociology, politics, and other subjects through genealogy than I ever did in the traditional classroom. And there can be little doubt that the value of science to many kids will be enhanced when they see it in action to help fill out the family history!

Given the emphasis on “the fundamentals” in many school districts today, is this a garndiose idea.  Certainly.  Can it become a reality?

I wouldn’t bet against Henry Louis Gates, Jr.

Tech Stuff: Fascinating and Well-Explained and Important

If you’re interested in making good use of technology in your research, then you should be reading Denise Olson’s Family Matters.  This summer, Denise has had “hit after hit” as they used to say in my Top 40 radio days.   She’s not just a reviewer, but an active user of the stuff she writes about.  Her posts are well-explained and well-illustrated.  If you’ve fallen behind as I have (there are presently 892 unread items in my reader!), then you’ll want to set aside some time and go all the way back to Denise’s July 25th post on Research Delivered – Finding and Managing Subscriptions and read straight through to last Friday’s Classic Audiobooks.

After you get caught up with Denise, you’ll want to navigate over to see Janet Horvorka, The Chart Chick, and her series entitled “Will Your Work Survive the Digital Age?” It’s an absolute “must-read.”  But then stick around and check out the interesting work Janet and her husband do.

The Carnival is Up!

The 54th edition of the Carnival of Genealogy is hosted by Donna Pointkouski at What’s Past is Prologue. It’s the one on family language. There are funny posts, poignant ones, thoughtful ones, presented by a number of bloggers.  Check it out!

And it’s time for preparing the 55th Carnival.

Call for submissions! With Labor Day and the end of summer right around the corner it’s time to think about going back to school. So, the topic for the next edition of the Carnival of Genealogy will be: Show and Tell! Remember that fun little exercise you used to do in your grade school days? Here’s your chance to do it again. Show us and tell us about an heirloom, a special photo, a valuable document, or a significant person that is a very special part of your family history. Don’t be shy now, show us what you’ve got! This is all about bragging rights so don’t hesitate to make the rest of us green with envy! This is your chance to brag, brag, brag, without seeming like a braggart (you can’t be a braggart when you’re merely following directions) so show and tell!

This next edition will be hosted by Jasia on the Creative Gene blog. The deadline for submissions will be September 1st.  Submit your blog article to the next edition of the Carnival of Genealogy using our carnival submission form. Past posts and future hosts can be found on our blog carnival index page.

I Think the Term is “Hubris” . . . .

What on earth ever possessed me to enter every event in the 2008 Games, what with school starting and all?!

Carnival of Genealogy: The Language of Families

My family has several linguistic oddities.

When The World’s Smartest Sister was a toddler, she couldn’t pronounce the word “brother.”  It always came out as “bubbas.” Her two older siblings were her “bubbas.”   As  she grew older and more adept at the language, we kept the word “bubbas” as a term of endearment.  Later when we acquired The World’s Greatest Cat, we constructed a “language” for him based on the types of mispronunciation that created “bubbas.”  Thus, when he was a kitten, he was a “kikken.”  And since we loved him so much, he was “Kikken Bubbas.”

So when Top Cat “spoke,” it was not in plain English as my current pets do, but instead in this strange patois that evolved from a two year old’s attempt to identify her siblings.

But unique family language is not confined to exotic words or sentence structure.  Aphorisms may also be unique to families.  Do you know what “I wish cotton was a monkey” means?

My mother, a keen commentator on the ills of the world, when confronted with something that contradicts her sensibilities, will declare, “That’s wrong; that’s wrong as two left feet!”

“Tell the truth and shame the devil,” is one of my father’s favorites.

Some families have retained some, most or all of the languages of the places from which they immigrated, either recently or remotely.  I find little evidence of this in my family.  We all have spoken “standard English” as far as I can tell since at least the middle of the nineteenth century. (Although my uncle Herman Walker’s wife Ida Mouton could be heard now and again to speak a bit of Louisiana French, I don’t know that anyone else in the family learned a foreing language until I went to a German kindergarten; ja, auf Deutsch!).  Later, when we moved to Albuquerque, all of the children learned Spanish.

In her devotion to her children’s speech, my mother was almost like an immigrant mother, desiring her children to achieve in the New World.  Diction and enunciation were as important to her as vocabulary; she took pride in hearing people say, “Your children speak so well.”  (Some of you are thinking about that and may take some righteous indignation at perhaps one of the ways this might be interpreted).  She herself has that variety of Midwestern accent that hears and says “wash” as “warsh,” and “York” as “Yark.”  My father, a Texan, would be very hard to place on the basis of accent alone.

I think we used the term “icebox” to mean refrigerator well into my teen years.  An expression of contempt: “I’m not stud’ing you.” I wonder how many generations that goes back?

Today I attended a potluck luncheon at my mother-in-law’s seniors-only apartment complex.  Two-thirds of the residents are “Russians.”  (At one point at my table, a woman from Poland said to the gentleman next to me, “My mother is from Russia, like you.” The man’s nostrils flared and he slapped the table with his napkin.  “Not Russia! Ukraine! Not Russia!”).   A man on the other side of me pushed a two-liter plastic bottle toward me and said simply, “Russian beverage.”  It tasted like Dr Pepper, root beer and Coca-cola combined. A brown-skinned woman seat across from me explained how “international” her family is: mother from Spain, father from Italy, husband from Mexico, children born in Chile.   “I tell them [her children] they are stew beef!” she said, being nice enough to explain to me that “stew beef” has “everything in it.”   The Polish woman said, “Why must Russia and Georgia fight?”   Dead silence.   Then someone behind me said in Russian-accented English, “Let’s hope it stops soon.”

The manager of the complex, herself the daughter of Russian immigrants, stood up and said, “Let’s all sing a hymn.” The crowd chose “How Great Thou Art.”  Voices blended, I could hear only melody, and not that some were singing in Russian and others in English.