tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67539702048999432042024-03-13T11:11:52.154-04:00The Highly Caffeinated GenealogistThoughts from The Highly Caffeinated Genealogist Midge Frazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05817669854967092840noreply@blogger.comBlogger223125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6753970204899943204.post-72562955873603726022019-07-14T11:26:00.002-04:002019-07-14T11:26:44.589-04:00Wool Comes from Sheep<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Last week, I thought about wool. It suddenly dawned on me that one of my Facebook friends who loves gravestones is a farmer! I asked her if she would take a couple of photos of wool. This Schofield/Scholfield project wouldn't be complete without it. Her name is Beth and she lives in Ohio. She tells me that she and her hubby have 370 ewes that they breed. That's a lot of wool.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">They also have cattle and crops of corn and soybeans. Her great photos (shared to me via Facebook) will add a lot to my project. Thanks so much Beth.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">There are always struggles when you are researching and when I looked at the History of Montville (CT) by Baker I found the names spelled quite nicely in this list:</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">My great grandmother spelled it in the most simple of ways. SCHOFIELD. I thought that was all I was going to need to know. Wasn't I wrong?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">In this genealogical and biographical book, I have found many of my ancestors from Connecticut. It is not scanned perfectly, so I asked my friend Dorothy Hanna to look in the library and send my a clean photocopy. She mailed it to me so that I could work on this line. The above snip is from the Internet Archive, just so you can see that it states that Arthur was a "spectacle maker". If he did do that it was not claimed as an occupation because all three records I have found of his marriage to Sarah state that he is a clothier. </span><div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Arthur Scholefield and his wife Sarah Wrigley were married in 1755 in </span><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/21913923@N03/29030538337/" style="font-size: x-large;">St. Chads Church</a><span style="font-size: large;"> in Uppermill, Saddleworth, England.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I cropped this record down from the original record found at Ancestry.com and used a graphics program to underline specific words to make sure I understand each part of this record. </span></div>
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<li><span style="font-size: large;">"of this parish" means they both attended that specific church</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">they married in the chapel (not in the big part of the church where worship services were held)</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-size: large;">this was recorded with the year written out completely. </span></li>
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<li><span style="font-size: large;">she is listed as spinster (a never before married woman)</span></li>
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<span style="font-size: large;">While visiting with my maternal grandmother when she lived with my parents, I took out the family Bible and went over some of the clippings that were carefully put in the pages and asked her who put them there and why. This was one that I have scanned and lightened up. There is no source of the newspaper and I have been searching for that for years. (It would have been nice if the heading wasn't cut off.) Grandmother told me that Schofields were smart and prosperous. She told me they sewed tools in their clothes and memorized the directions for the machinery they needed to make.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The majority of my English ancestors have been studied for many, many years by the Family Societies that I have joined. This surname is one that I have not found a society for. In 2014, a woman who was a docent contacted me because she was doing research about the wool industry. Her name was Gail L. Ralston and she was kind enough to send me the paper she wrote (2004-2007) and articles I probably would never have found. One is from the Smithsonian </span><span style="font-size: large;">Institution, "The Scholfield Wool-Carding Machines" by Grace L. Rogers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">In every list of sources beyond the usual census records, family Bibles and land and house records are the mostly ignored "modern day" phone directories probably because they are not archived in places that are easily accessible to researchers who do not travel to the locations where their families lived.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My great aunt, Dorothy B. Bliven, a divorcee, led a prickly early life but managed to move above and beyond her troubles. She was my grandmother's baby sister and someone I knew and loved. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Finding out more about her has been a genealogy mission for this past winter because she was part of our holiday celebrations and her memory is one I want to preserve for my daughter. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I discovered this week that the Westerly, Rhode Island library holds more records past the last city directory available at Ancestry.com. (1948) and that more than one of the city directories held there doesn't contain every page that I needed. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This is why I consider myself lucky to have my friend who can go there and look things up for me. This is one of my most rewarding genealogical experiences to have her to help me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A few years after my maternal grandparents married, they moved to Cranston, Rhode Island from Westerly, Rhode Island. They lived in that town for the rest of their lives, and I have been busy researching the family homes and their family owned business. I have had great success with following their path through life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">These grandparents found a small ranch style home for their daughter, who was my mother, and they put down a deposit to help my father purchase a house. It was in that house and neighborhood that I grew up. We called it "The Plat". (<a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/midgefrazel/albums/72157635309315503">Photo Collection</a>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I remember my father talking to a man in a big black car and he turned out to be the builder, Mr. Melocarro. From public tax assessor records, created from Cranston city ledger books, I found out that a close by shopping area was built by that same builder on land once owned by William Harris (<a href="https://www.rimonthly.com/garden-citys-past-and-present/">Rhode Island Monthly</a>) It was great to find out who owned this land and that he did not come for religious reasons but to find land for his family and business.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I just barely remember the coal mine, where the Newport Creamery now still stands. At Christmas, they put up a carousel in the parking lot and I visited Santa Claus. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />It wasn't until I looked for a record for the Garden City Elementary School, that I found out the name of the plot of land that Mr. Melocarro set aside for development. I had not thought to look here for records.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It is a big breakthrough in my investigation of my family history. </span>Midge Frazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05817669854967092840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6753970204899943204.post-7523983413872962022019-04-03T10:10:00.002-04:002019-04-03T10:10:45.719-04:00Wills and Probate Records for a Brick Wall Ancestor<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">I certainly didn't expect to see any more records for my 6th great grandfather, Lieut. William Steward. I knew there was one because it is mentioned in the book, History of Stonington (CT). I knew that Judge Wheeler must have had access to records because of his status in his community. This is interesting because stories abound of he and a friend jumping ship to come to America and that he paid for gravestones for his first wife and himself and that they lie in the woods somewhere in North Stonington. None of this has been proven.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">When I read about this in 2004, people who may have known the location of the gravestones had died. As a gravestone photographer, I knew that the stones might have sunk into the ground by now or be paid for and never erected. The Barbour Index of Vital Records lists the death of his first wife and his marriage to his second wife. Several researchers have suggested who his father was but no proof was given.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I was surprised to see how many documents are in the will and probate. I did know of one grandson (with gravestone) buried in the Stewart Hill cemetery. But, family that holds the deed says that no one older is buried there.</span></div>
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Midge Frazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05817669854967092840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6753970204899943204.post-77721074185567187832019-01-14T11:10:00.000-05:002019-04-03T02:33:25.595-04:00The Memory Fades: Family You Know and Family You Didn't<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">The summer before I was two years old, I met my only living great grandfather, who was my grandmother's father. I didn't remember meeting him until my mother showed me her wedding photos. My parents were both in the room and my mother said that I couldn't possibly remember him since I was a baby when he died. I was 1 year, 11 months and 7 days old when he died. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When I described him coming into the room where I was playing on the floor at my grandfather's feet, my father asked me to tell them exactly what I remember. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The clincher was that I remembered that he smelled strongly of cigarettes and what my grandmother said to my grandfather when she opened the French doors and gave her father a gentle push inside the living room.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Neither thing is provable but she said, "Evans. J. Fred is here". The man, the oldest person in my family at that point, came directly to me and ruffled my hair. I thought, "Oh, the other grandpa." and went back to playing with the puzzle of blocks on the floor. He sat down in a chair next to my grandfather and talked to him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Don't discount even a tiny memory of what you remember. I will always be glad I remember that. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">These are the only three surviving photos of James Frederick Barber (1866-1949) One taken in 1918, one taken in a group photo in 1938 and the one of him at my parent's wedding in 1946. He was always called J. Fred. </span><br />
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Midge Frazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05817669854967092840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6753970204899943204.post-307985848400144352019-01-09T11:32:00.000-05:002019-01-09T13:17:46.823-05:00The Memory Fades: How to be an Organized Person<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have had people tell me that I am both too organized and too clean. One girl in college bullied me because my room was clean and I was too stuck up. I was a freshman and she was a senior. Others turned against her because they through she was wrong. But, that was only the beginning. I didn't realize that for the many years to come, people would pick on me for what I was good at. It wasn't until I got good at computers that I noticed people getting even more jealous. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Before the memory fades, I'd like to say that I didn't immediately join the Facebook group "The Organized Genealogist" because I knew it was something I could not teach to others. When I was invited again, I did so but I seldom read it. There were too many other groups I needed to learn from. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I think our mothers and grandmothers influence us in ways that make us successful. My mother struggled to maintain order but she worked at it because she didn't like working and she took her "job" as housewife seriously. After talking with men friends, one of the topics where they think their girlfriends or wives could improve was "keeping house". Think about the number of census records you have read that list that as the female occupation. Women ran the farm or the store, took in laundry and seamstress work. Dawn to dusk repeats itself in many journals women wrote. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">My mother, tired of my messy room and unmade bed, at age 4 or 5, insisted that I learn to manage my own life. She had been teaching me to make my own bed when I moved from the crib to a bed. As soon as I was able, it was not optional that I do so every single morning. Because I have no siblings, I didn't know people didn't make their bed until I was old enough to ride my bike in my neighborhood.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Mom did a very radical thing. She took a bedsheet and dumped the entire contents of it into the middle and tied it up with a big rubber bands. The contents of my room was in layers, toys, books, clothes were inside. I was not allowed out of the house until I had put everything where it belonged. I don't recommend this to others because I discovered that I enjoyed keeping my room in order and demanded a bookcase, a desk and a toy chest. I was never messy again. I became less social. My room was my own queen's domain.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Although I do not agree with everything in his book, much of it can make us think about how we live and what can give us stress. I can improve areas of my life and maybe make it easier to decide what is important. One thing to remember is that this is translated from another language and cultural differences are obvious.</span></div>
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Midge Frazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05817669854967092840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6753970204899943204.post-60159146089813858772019-01-02T11:18:00.001-05:002019-01-02T15:33:28.518-05:00The Memory Fades: Why Do Genealogists Remember?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="text-align: left;">I know that this photo looks faded. So many of the photographs in my personal collection are fading because my mother and I looked at them a lot together. I'm not sorry that we did because otherwise I would not know some of my family history and I would not understand my childhood from the perspective of my parents and grandparents. My mother was annoyed when I wanted to label, date and write down our conversations about photographs. She wanted me to listen but she didn't want me to remember. She wanted me to live in the moment.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="text-align: left;">Dementia runs wild in my family tree, partly because so many of my ancestors lived to be very elderly and partly because dementia is a by-product of other medical conditions. Death records mention this over and over like bad song lyrics. It is hard to pick apart metal illness from physical ailments. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="text-align: left;">Because genealogists live in a strange world of records, memories and photographs, my own personal history gets shoved to the background and I fear that I will not leave any impressions behind of, well, me. I do think that my fellow genealogists share this fear. I don't think that this is just because I am an only child, only grandchild and for a time, an only great grandchild. It is because to us, our ancestors are more fun to work with.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="text-align: left;">I stopped blogging through the holidays because I want to learn to live in the moment. I've read so much about mindfulness and how regular day to day life is giving me anxiety. Do genealogists think too much about the past or is it something that is happening to me now because I am in my 70s? </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="text-align: left;">I think I should write about some things that I remember because there is no photograph that matches the memory because we can't take a photograph of everything. I suspect the generations that follow me will try to do just that. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="text-align: left;">Blogging was designed to be about short writing. I think that is why so many have stopped writing blog posts. Writing is time consuming, so let's just take a photograph so we won't forget. Is that going to work?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Some studies suggest that writing with a pen in a journal helps us remember better than recording with a computer and sharing online. What do you think?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ever since the summer of 2004, when I went in search of information on my Stewart family who lived in North Stonington, Connecticut, I have been in love with the story of Edward and Rebecca (Noyes) Stewart. They were my 3rd great grandparents and my great grandfather, Charles Edward Stewart's grandparents. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The History of Stonington by Richard Anson Wheeler (the second compiled genealogy I owned), tells me that "all that knew him loved him." </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We had to move fast. The house was set to be torn down. We got there in time to take photos and look at the cemetery. My friend, Gladys Chase directed us to the next cemetery where Edward's parents are buried. It is still my most amazing genealogy adventure.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">They tore down the house and then the cemetery was endangered. But, we found who held the deed and they restored the cemetery. Today, the place where the house stood is a new housing development but The Stewart Hill Cemetery is safe.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">What did Charles Edward Stewart inherit though his father, Dudley Wheeler Stewart from the house of Edward and Rebecca? It took two probate records to be sure.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Think about it: the desk in my own parent's living room came from this house!</span>Midge Frazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05817669854967092840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6753970204899943204.post-14340852605868690012018-11-07T08:23:00.002-05:002018-11-07T08:23:43.206-05:00Pricky Fall: Whose Desk is it?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: large;">My maternal uncle, Evans Stewart, Jr. (1917-1951) inherited from his grandfather, cash, shares of stock in the family business and an antique desk that belonged to Charles E. Stewart's grandfather. In an instant, I knew that this must be the desk in the small photo that I wrote about previously. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It was the "belonged to my GRANDFATHER", that made me sit up and take notice. Charles's grandfather was Edward Stewart (1774-1837) of North Stonington, CT. So, this desk was older than I thought. It must have been in the house on Stewart Hill when Edward's son Dudley W. Stewart took it to his home after his mother Rebecca Noyes Stewart died in 1842. Dudley was her youngest child. More on this in the next blog post.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Notice, that my mother, Dorothy was given more money than her brother and NO shares in the family business. Clearly a patriarchal situation. But, my mother was charged with inheriting and distributing 1/2 the contents of the house. She was a college student at this time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My uncle was not yet 21 when he was supposed to inherit the desk and the shares. The plot thickens.</span>Midge Frazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05817669854967092840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6753970204899943204.post-43383228868355075232018-11-05T10:11:00.003-05:002018-11-05T18:31:07.111-05:00Prickly Fall: The Case of the Disappearing Desk<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: large;">As you can see in the right hand photo, I was quite small when my mother had this desk in our living room in Cranston, RI. (photo dated January 1952) I still don't know where this desk went but I do know that furniture in my maternal family was always moving around from house to house. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The Victor Cleaning Co. truck made frequent trips from my grandparents home to ours over the years. I even have a photo taken of the truck in our driveway and I know they weren't delivering clean clothes to our home. We had a station wagon for just such purposes.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">As I have been getting some scanning done of my own childhood photos, I have been discovering that our photos and the few taken from previous generations begin to line up because of the items in the background of the photos. I am lucky, my ancestors wrote things down and talked to me about the past.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The photo of me with mom is one of several taken on the same night in 1952. Mom's clothes and mine are the same and two of the photos have the developing date on them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">But, I have no idea where this desk went. The drop down top tells me this is a desk and not a chest of drawers.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">This week, I solved the mystery of who originally owned this desk.</span></div>
Midge Frazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05817669854967092840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6753970204899943204.post-65946710230003701832018-10-07T11:25:00.000-04:002018-10-07T11:39:41.849-04:00Prickly Fall: Fear of Jumping Off<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">This is the only photo I can find that shows the concrete steps and section that connects the house to the garage at my childhood home. It was a favorite picture spot but photos usually were taken closer to the back door with someone coming or going out of the kitchen.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">When I was in the first grade, my mother got the idea that I should be encouraged to jump off to the driveway by not using the stairs. I looked down and then over to the stairs and wondered why it would be better to jump than use the stairs. What was the purpose of the stairs? </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">My mother obviously wanted me to be more aggressive and be like other kids. What happened was that I waited until I was taller and heavier to do things like that. She wanted it now, so she could catch me since I tended to move away from people if they came near me. I didn't like the way people smelled or touched me without warning. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">There was a neighbor man who wanted me to sit on his lap. I refused. My father told me I should be kind to the man who didn't have children. When my father went into the garage to get more chairs, I told him that he couldn't make me and that I would tell my grandmother. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">His face changed. My grandmother owned the business. I learned that that was something my father was afraid of...losing his job. In 1971, she did just that, sold the business out from under him. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">While in college I was frequently told, that I should try to "get along" and be "more fun". Instead I observed people and made my own mind up that I didn't like people who jumped without using the stairs, so to speak. People found out the hard way that I was aggressive when they weren't paying attention. It is a prickly way to live but it works for me.</span><br />
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Midge Frazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05817669854967092840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6753970204899943204.post-11115902803278686392018-10-05T11:07:00.004-04:002018-10-05T11:07:39.065-04:00Rose Gold: Grandmother's Bracelet<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">I love my grandmother's (or should I say grandfather's), taste in jewelry</span><span style="font-size: small;">. </span><span style="font-size: large;">I have inherited and kept most of my maternal grandmother's jewelry because it is simple and sturdy. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">For a couple of weeks, I have been thinking about the focus of my family history book and realized that the name of my project should be called the Rose Gold Project because Rose Gold is so different. I have searched my jewelry collection for the pieces that match my grandmother's wedding band. My grandfather gave my mother a rose gold Movado watch. The band, which is fabric, broke and it sits in the box, unworn. I can't read the watch face anymore but I keep it anyway.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">But, wait! The watch is evidence that my GRANDFATHER bought that watch, my grandmother's ring and this bracelet. It wasn't that my grandmother liked it, HE did. Family history at its best.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The Project name will be a subtitle and it fits well with the title I have chosen.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The bracelet is rose gold and yellow gold and I have decided to start wearing it. It is comfortable and sits well on my wrist. The ovals are rose gold and the squares are yellow good.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Preparing to Write a Family History</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">In 2016, I began thinking about planning and writing about my family business and what to include. I started writing last year in sections in a spiral bound EC notebook with removable pages. That was a good idea because it let me pre-write without fear of forgetting where I left off. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Now, I need to make a better writing plan and add in the people from my family that made the story happen. It needs to be in a small book because it will need to look like it is meant to be kept or cherished. I named this project, "Rose Gold" because my grandmother's wedding ring is rose gold and it had endured as well as is in fashion today.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I pulled together two small bound notebooks with non removable pages to look like a set because the story won't fit in just one book. I also picked a blank journal to use so that it will look like a scrapbook of evidence. You'll see. Then I started buying stickers to be used a section or chapter dividers. I have written headings to fit the text and I am going first to write in the productivity book so that I can build my timeline without feeling that this story needs to be written sequentially or in chronicle-date order. That technique build suspense and make the research look inviting to read about.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I won't be writing matching blogs posts very often but instead writing about the process as I write in the books you see here. People are more interested in how to do it for themselves than they are reading about my family.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am going to call it "Away at My Dreams" because it was something my daughter said to me when she was really little and thought she actually went somewhere while she was sleeping. </span></div>
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Midge Frazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05817669854967092840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6753970204899943204.post-20209935543876535422018-09-23T14:41:00.001-04:002018-09-23T14:58:26.404-04:00Prickly Fall: Being a Widow<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">This summer, I lost a friend, very suddenly and then another and then another. Then, my husband's cousin, Eleanor, who was a recent widow when we moved here, passed away. She was in her late nineties. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">There's nothing more prickly than death whenever it happens. It is disturbing and makes you question your own age and existence. Who leaves this world and who gets left behind can make you fearful of what tomorrow can bring. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">People who aren't on social media are getting hard to keep in touch with. I found out about one death by using the online newspaper for that location just because I had a funny feeling. I sent a card to the widow followed by an email. She felt comfortable enough to call me. I was glad to hear her voice and she shared details with me. I hope everyone is so brave. My daughter wanted me to scan some photos for her to keep of these friends. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I found one this morning that I cropped down to share. It was a 25th anniversary photo I took more that 25 years ago. They look so young in the wedding photo and since I didn't know them when they married, I should have taken a close-up after the cake was cut.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I begin to think about how many women in my family were widowed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">My paternal grandmother died a bit before her husband but my maternal grandmother became a widow at age 62 and lived to be 98. I learned from her that you just have to take life a day at a time. I went through my print photographs until I found the last photo I took of her and scanned it. She was living with my parents but died in a nursing home. She told me she was wondering why she was still alive. I didn't have an answer for that question.</span></div>
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Midge Frazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05817669854967092840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6753970204899943204.post-72185837550715457612018-09-17T10:58:00.000-04:002018-09-17T10:58:07.871-04:00Prickly Fall: The Railroad Tracks Lesson<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">This summer, hubs and I stopped at a local railroad crossing and I suddenly remembered the lesson my father gave me at the railroad tracks behind the houses on Bowling Lane in Bradford, RI.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">It must have been a time when my mother wasn't with us because she would not have approved of us going down so near to the tracks.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We went down a long series of stairs behind one of the houses. My dad looked at his watch and went out on the tracks. I was not nuts about following him. He told me to put my hands on the rails. It was vibrating. I saw no trains either way or a railroad stop like the one shown above.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Dad said that I should never go out on the tracks alone. We climbed back up the stairs and we waited what seemed like a long time until we could see the train coming. He said that you could always feel the vibration before the train actually came but it was very dangerous.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">When I moved to Bridgewater from Rhode Island as a newlywed, I had no car to drive so I had to walk from our apartment to get groceries, go to the bank or the library. I had to cross the tracks into town. When my parents came up for the first time, my dad took me aside and reminded me of the train lesson. I told him that I remembered and that I was still afraid to cross. Year after year the nearby college reported that kids took the shortcut by walking over the tracks and even some adults have been hurt on the tracks.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">This is a good life lesson. Always be aware of your surroundings and don't take chances near the railroad tracks. It you see the train coming wait it out. There have been a lot of times when I have thought of dad and this lesson.</span></div>
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Midge Frazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05817669854967092840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6753970204899943204.post-32479913966754688082018-09-13T14:25:00.004-04:002018-09-13T14:25:44.083-04:00Prickly Fall: Newspaper Evidence<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">It is apparent that my father played for two local baseball teams after graduating from Westerly High School in 1935. During high school, my father ran track and cross country and played baseball. This is the kind of evidence you can find in high school yearbooks. He also helped support his family after his parents died in 1934 and 1937 by working in the local dye mill called Bradford Dye. These newspaper clipping from the Westerly Sun newspaper for June of 1938 helped prove where he was that year. Teams were sponsored by local business who most likely bought the uniforms and the equipment. This put ancestors and relatives in a particular year and helps add evidence to their life story.</span></div>
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Westerly Hilltops at Hilltop Park</div>
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Bradford Dyers ( as "Tommy" Broadfoot)</div>
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<br />Midge Frazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05817669854967092840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6753970204899943204.post-90083084811086667492018-09-13T13:14:00.001-04:002018-09-13T13:14:18.385-04:00Prickly Fall: Champion Team Photo<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">This is the Champion Team Photo of the Bradford Dyers (BDA) of the Twilight Baseball League in Westerly, Rhode Island.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Did my father play for two baseball teams? </span><span style="font-size: large;">This was the question I asked about the photos I have. This uniform Tom is wearing doesn't have a team name but other men have shirts that say Bradford. The plot thickens.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There is another team photo (not shown) that says 1936 and is the Bradford Dyers. Tom must have joined the team after graduating high school in 1935.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I guess you have to be champions to get a team photo.</span>Midge Frazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05817669854967092840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6753970204899943204.post-29037438659677782222018-09-12T11:41:00.001-04:002018-09-12T11:41:36.963-04:00Prickly Fall: Tom and the Baseball Photos<br /><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Prickly Fall: Two Baseball Teams<br />Was it Twilight League or Hilltop?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Tom Broadfoot, my father died on this day, twenty years ago. With every passing day it seems so fresh in my mind yet so long ago. For many years, this photo remained a mystery. Stay with me as I show you how solving this took a lot of time.</span><div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">My father, loved sports like cross county, track and golf. He envisioned a retirement where his days were spent playing golf with his friends. That's not what happened because many of his friends moved to Florida and my mother, who didn't drive was demanding of his time because my maternal grandmother came to live with them. He did organize a senior golf tournament and it was called the Twilight League. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">This photo of my father is dated by the car license plate as 1938. Probably it was taken the summer before the Hurricane of 1938 in the town of Bradford, RI where he lived with his sister Ada and his brother Bill all who worked for the Bradford Dye. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I appealed to my friend Barbara Fallon to help me solve the mystery of why this uniform says Hilltop. You see, we lived on a street called Hilltop but that was years later and my dad thought that was funny.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I assumed that my dad played for a local team sponsored by the company that he worked for and I wasn't wrong but it must have taken her a long time to find it in the microfilm of the Westerly Sun, a widely read newspaper of southern Rhode Island and eastern Connecticut. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The prickly thing is that there is a bar in Westerly called Hilltop so on this twentieth year, everyone should have a beer to salute my father.</span></div>
Midge Frazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05817669854967092840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6753970204899943204.post-17558466609578042192018-09-11T13:28:00.001-04:002018-09-11T14:32:17.149-04:00Prickly Fall: Hurricane Fear<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">When we cleaned out the items in our parent's houses, we found some books published and given freely to Rhode Island residents about the Hurricane of 1938 (often called the Long Island (NY) Express and the Hurricane of 1954 called Carol.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">As part of my Master's coursework, I did a project about these Hurricanes. My family both maternal and paternal lived through the Hurricane of 1938 and I interviewed them about what they remembered. Many books have been written about that hurricane and the newsreels are available on YouTube. Because of a failure to predict hurricanes at that time, coupled with the beginning of World War II, this storm devastated much of New England. Power was out for weeks and the economy suffered. It was a blow to New England during the Great Depression.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We found out that my mother, who was a student at the Rhode Island School of Design couldn't drive in the wind (in a convertible) and a fellow student took over driving the car home. My father, was working at the Bradford Dye in Westerly, was an able bodied adult and was called upon to help move bodies from the ocean near Watch Hill to Westerly so that they could be identified by loved ones.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">In 1954, I was scared of the high winds and my mother tried to calm me down by telling me that our new neighbor was in a Boston Hospital giving birth. I wanted to know why anyone would have a baby during a big storm! Our neighborhood, plunged into darkness for days, became a place of fear as all the adults had lived through the 1938 hurricane and were not prepared at all.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It was my first experience of living without electricity. I didn't like it then and I don't like it now. It gives me fear and anxiety.</span>Midge Frazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05817669854967092840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6753970204899943204.post-26384954582876274562018-08-31T06:53:00.000-04:002018-08-31T06:53:19.390-04:00School Days: My BEST writing<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">I attended the <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/midgefrazel/14786428957/">Oaklawn School </a>for grades 1-4. Oaklawn (the village) is on the <a href="http://www.preservation.ri.gov/pdfs_zips_downloads/national_pdfs/cranston/crns_oak-lawn_hd.pdf">National Register of Historic Places</a>. It was at one time a Quaker community. When I was in 2nd grade, the "new school building" was under construction. In 2014, I went back to see what was left of my school. The part of the school that wrapped around the oldest ("new part") part is gone.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When they hung the girls bathroom mirrors, the principal pulled me out of the classroom and went with me into the bathroom. I was the smallest child on that floor. Afterwards, she explained that I should never go into the girls room without an adult female teacher if there were men in the bathroom. I was scared.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I also remember that when I was in third grade, polio vaccine was being administered to schoolchildren and we did not start school until 21 September 1955 (on my report card) so that they could monitor possible outbreaks from those children that had not been inoculated.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Oaklawn School began in the Quaker section and it is now the Oaklawn Public Library. For all of us that grew up in the area, we remember fondly the wonderful May breakfast tradition. The <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/midgefrazel/14786276909/">Quaker building is long gone</a> and the <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/midgefrazel/14972953115/">Baptist church still stands</a>.</span><br />
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