tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293079532024-03-12T00:50:24.111-04:00Granite in My BloodDedicated to gravestone research and photographyMidge Frazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05817669854967092840noreply@blogger.comBlogger2224125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29307953.post-24765816115788788252018-06-10T14:03:00.001-04:002018-06-10T14:03:32.058-04:00Jessie Taylor Aiken Dow: My grandmother's sister<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Jessie Taylor Aiken Dow</span><br />#52ancestors, post #24<br />1889-1940<br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Prickly Summer: Grandmother's Sister</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8BTwpOP3TvWzt8Zu0mbIbgOJUaKSpszggfIoumIxDlIya7cXNRFkaIpgxOVsQGFeyyqpPl3X7gWleJdMrWC5wolyoIc4FgFeDDI44B1YUY3fHfID6Rpd_XWbfA9ZRrqm8E5S-GA/s1600/Jessie+Obit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="552" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8BTwpOP3TvWzt8Zu0mbIbgOJUaKSpszggfIoumIxDlIya7cXNRFkaIpgxOVsQGFeyyqpPl3X7gWleJdMrWC5wolyoIc4FgFeDDI44B1YUY3fHfID6Rpd_XWbfA9ZRrqm8E5S-GA/s400/Jessie+Obit.jpg" width="275" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jessie Taylor Aiken's Obituary, located by Rosalie for me.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">When my fellow researcher, Rosalie located this obituary, I knew that I had a lot more to learn about my grandmother's family if I wanted to learn more about my paternal great grandparents. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jessie was named for Jessie Taylor 1809-1879, wife of Alexander Aiken and Alexander Esson of Newhills, Aberdeen Scotland. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">She died in Westerly, Rhode Island and is buried in River Bend Cemetery in the Dow plot. Growing up, I knew nothing about her except that somehow she was related to me through a woman that my dad called Freckles. Freckles turned out to be Bertha M. Dow, Jessie's youngest daughter who died, unmarried, and is buried without a headstone in the Dow plot at River Bend Cemetery in Westerly.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">From Jessie's parent's death records, I can see that Jessie moved to Georgia to take care of her parents, who had retired there and then moved back to Westerly when they died. She lived at 71 Bowling Lane in Bradford. She was only 52 when she died.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">From this obituary, I can confirm some married names of females and add to my family tree the organizations that Jessie was a member of. </span>Midge Frazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05817669854967092840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29307953.post-90984271839000418232018-06-07T05:00:00.000-04:002018-06-07T05:00:05.007-04:00Prickly Summer: Vexatious Gravestones<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMB6bAiO3YgN_Fmj7Otb5MvixzfgHbyTbGSq3NFWtd92iyzh_n3AXS1QZZJ-GsrAfUYh5HmE_R8ruT-2D-ANVIWNJv6R647OOd-VNvIdZ17-o-GtRWZbThOsOojNli48LxGqrx-w/s1600/Little+Albert+Beattie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="622" data-original-width="1600" height="124" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMB6bAiO3YgN_Fmj7Otb5MvixzfgHbyTbGSq3NFWtd92iyzh_n3AXS1QZZJ-GsrAfUYh5HmE_R8ruT-2D-ANVIWNJv6R647OOd-VNvIdZ17-o-GtRWZbThOsOojNli48LxGqrx-w/s320/Little+Albert+Beattie.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Baby Albert Beattie, photo by Midge Frazel</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Many people are concerned about the accuracy of the gravestones they photograph. We all hope that this last part of an ancestor's timeline is correct. Many times it is not. The stone may not be even "set" at graveside for many months or years. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">My parents and paternal grandparents are buried (with headstones) close to but not in the same plot as Georgina and her baby son. The baby son's headstone is definitively older that the gravestone placed after 1953 to mark her grave. Cemeteries are not necessarily responsible for the names and dates of those stones. They are paid for by estates and family members. With divorce, annulments and multiple marriages no proof is required when purchasing a stone.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">In this case, Georgina had children (and now later generations) with her first husband and no children with her second husband. Her family wanted to put Beattie on the stone because that's how she was known to that generation. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">My parents put up their own gravestone and my mother did not bother to put her maiden name on it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">However, newspapers and funeral homes should offer the correct information. We have to hope that it is correct. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I can tell you that Georgina's obituary and her death notice are correct.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have ancestors who were buried with first husbands because that is how their children wished them to be remembered. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Is this a prickly situation for many researchers? Yes.</span></div>
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Midge Frazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05817669854967092840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29307953.post-68218277103960167842018-06-06T05:00:00.000-04:002018-06-06T06:51:03.548-04:00Georgina Watt Moir Aiken: my grandmother's sister<br />
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1890-1953</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">my paternal grandmother's sister<br />#52ancestors blog post #23</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Blogiversary Post (twelve years)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://midgef.blogspot.com/2018/06/prickly-summer.html">Prickly Summer </a><br /><a href="https://midgef.blogspot.com/2018/06/prickly-summer-whats-name.html">What's in a Name?</a></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">This lovely little girl with the lace on her dress is Georgina Watt Moir Aiken, sister to my paternal grandmother, fifth child of my great grandparents, David Aiken and Annie Beveridge.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">This is her death notice from the Westerly Sun, Westerly, Rhode Island located by fellow researcher, Rosalie. We know from this newspaper that Georgina died before her husband William H. Pill and that she lived at 54 Oak Street in 1953 and that she is buried in River Bend Cemetery in Westerly. </span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJnEnSj09ZrkvJjrcvBXGC-WaI9e7oyQk0v7sXIGI10IIXhn7MxBCWo7rXxQxvfaCZH8FksyP1GAyvJSYRpCgzZv3089-a1QnfxPzMkR7HyPpSdmwpEkU87aBJZznu61YeJtwQ4w/s1600/Death+Notice+Georginia+Aiken+Beattie+Pill+Westerly+Sun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="454" data-original-width="811" height="179" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJnEnSj09ZrkvJjrcvBXGC-WaI9e7oyQk0v7sXIGI10IIXhn7MxBCWo7rXxQxvfaCZH8FksyP1GAyvJSYRpCgzZv3089-a1QnfxPzMkR7HyPpSdmwpEkU87aBJZznu61YeJtwQ4w/s320/Death+Notice+Georginia+Aiken+Beattie+Pill+Westerly+Sun.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">However, her gravestone looks like this:</span></div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYCkSE4fI991y4C8pNrqO4wqj_Y0LtyUhIyxe5RS1rmzteh4OZDpoZZw6jBxFBvml0RnjHD5V12ZAqrY5YDvAjimYsfXN2RO8FbLaMhY46NzUSncZXP4ZIwQAQKOTSkZCCX3i7BQ/s1600/Beattie+Monument.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYCkSE4fI991y4C8pNrqO4wqj_Y0LtyUhIyxe5RS1rmzteh4OZDpoZZw6jBxFBvml0RnjHD5V12ZAqrY5YDvAjimYsfXN2RO8FbLaMhY46NzUSncZXP4ZIwQAQKOTSkZCCX3i7BQ/s320/Beattie+Monument.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Beattie monument, photo by Stephen H, Frazel. taken in 2009</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">This gravestone was erected by a family member of her first husband, Archibald Beattie. They were divorced. Archibald and Georgina had six children together.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Her second husband isn't named on her stone, is he? Rosalie told me why and it makes sense. Good thing I knew something about this when I went looking for it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">It's a prickly situation when a woman's gravestone doesn't match her history. Even her year of birth is incorrect (it says 1893) but at least her baby son's name is correct and it is a pretty stone located near her two sisters. </span></div>
Midge Frazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05817669854967092840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29307953.post-36296960221983514712018-06-05T14:56:00.002-04:002018-06-05T14:56:57.094-04:00A Dozen Years Blogiversary<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;">Tomorrow marks the day that I started writing this blog. June 6, 2006 was a date easy to remember, I thought, but I didn't know that I would be blogging this long.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have a blog post ready for tomorrow. It is getting harder to keep up and work on the family history book I have begun to write. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Thanks for sticking with me!</span><br />
<br />Midge Frazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05817669854967092840noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29307953.post-55767031429988910272018-05-26T14:02:00.000-04:002018-09-08T13:38:22.547-04:00Josiah F. Broadfoot: A Flag for Joe<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;">"A Flag for Joe"<br />Corporal Josiah Ferguson Broadfoot</span></div>
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(1889-1918)<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Josiah Ferguson Broadfoot died for his country, in France, during World War I. At the time of his service, he was the oldest son of Thomas Broadfoot (deceased) and his wife Annie Ferguson and lived his whole youth in Westerly, RI. He was 29 years old and single.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I get more questions about Josiah than any other person in my family that died in service to his county. During that service time, Josiah's brothers, John and Walter were also serving, John with the Canadian forces and Walter was in the US Navy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have located a <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/midgefrazel/27433577967">Norwich, CT newspaper article</a> that tell me more than any military record I have found so far. He is buried in France and has a memorial cross at River Bend Cemetery in his family plot in Westerly, RI. His father, called "Uncle Tom", by my branch of the family died in 1911, so Uncle Tom's wife must have had someone carve the white granite cross in the family plot. The <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/midgefrazel/8597383107/">Westerly Disabled Veteran's Chapter #6</a> is dedicated in Josiah's memory. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Called Joe by family and friends, he died of his wounds in a hospital overseas. A bullet penetrated the tank he was driving and lodged in his abdomen. He died in a hospital of this wound. He did not die on the battlefield. </span></div>
Midge Frazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05817669854967092840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29307953.post-7123416181774145812018-05-21T15:06:00.001-04:002018-05-21T15:08:24.894-04:00Fredrica Denison, daughter of Rev. Frederic Denison, dies at 99<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;">1853-1952<br />#52ancestors Post #21</span></div>
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Miss Fredrica Denison was a descendant of Roger Williams through her mother, Amey Randall Manton Denison.<br />
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For some time, I thought the Roger Williams line was through her father, Rev. Frederic Denison, because I didn't know how to read her baptismal record at NEHGS.<br />
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It pays to revisit past searches because there is a much better explanation of what this "text only" database represents. It is a <b>church member</b> database. Adult baptism is a practice of American Baptists and occurs only when the person professes to believe in Jesus Christ without prompting by an adult.</div>
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This is what the record looks like today and below that on the page is what the "original text" means. The B stands for baptism, and the rest is listing of her lineage. This database did confirm what my grandmother told me about her since she was alive in my lifetime.</div>
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In fact, my grandmother told me that when my grandfather went to visit Fredrica and told her I was going to be born, she insisted that I be named Frederic or Fredrica. (thank goodness they ignored that)<br />
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Fredrica is often spelled with an extra e (Frederica) and of course, the father's name could be spelled with a k.<br />
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</span>Midge Frazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05817669854967092840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29307953.post-80303288961020830812018-05-17T14:14:00.002-04:002018-05-17T14:14:37.052-04:00Ann Borodell Denison, dies at 97 in 1712<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;">Ann Borodell, 2nd wife of Capt. George Denison<br />#52ancestors #20</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Born in Cork, Ireland to English Parents, Ann nursed Capt. George Denison when he was wounded in the Cromwell War. His first wife, Bridget Thompson died and left him a widower with two little girls. Ann and George married in Ireland and when they left for America, Ann was heavily pregnant with their first child, John who was born in Roxbury, Massachusetts on 14 July 1646. It is said that this was ten days after they arrived in America. It is a recorded birth. There were six more children born to Ann and George. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ann was my 8th great grandmother and her petite and perfectly readable gravestone is a stone's throw from the graves of my maternal grandparents. No one ever showed me this stone and it wasn't until I began to do gravestone work that I appreciated how special this original stone is and how beloved Ann was over the many years since she died.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Of course, she doesn't have an obituary but The Dension Society gave me an article about the miniature hand drawn portrait written by historian and descendant Grace Denison Wheeler. (The portrait is now in a safe place and no, I did not see it.) But, it has been dated to a later period than previously thought and so is not evidence of her actual face. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">More about Ann in future posts...</span>Midge Frazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05817669854967092840noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29307953.post-79829407061680940902018-05-07T05:51:00.000-04:002018-05-07T05:51:43.327-04:00Sarah Gardiner Schofield, Pie Maker<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">1845-1944<br />widow of Joseph A. Schofield, Jr.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The Westerly, Rhode Island City directory of 1945 lists the exact death date of my 99 year old second great grandmother, who lived most of her life in Rhode Island. She is buried with her husband in River Bend Cemetery in Westerly, RI. Her daughter Nellie/Ellen's birth record lists Sarah's birth location as East Greenwich, RI where every other source lists this fact as North Kingstown, RI. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">East Greenwich, RI and North Kingstown, RI share a border. In 1850, she is listed as living with her parents and siblings in East Greenwich, RI. As a family of Baptists, her baptism at the age of 11 in the First Baptist Church of Westerly, RI, places them living there. Her older brother, George C. was baptized in 1851 so it places this family living in Westerly, having moved from East Greenwich before 1850.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sarah's father was a twiller in the 1850 census and I remember a spinning wheel in my great aunt's home when I was a little girl. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Joseph and Sarah lived in the house on Elm Street, in Westerly until about 1925 as Sarah is not listed in the Rhode Island State census of 1925. The whole family moved to 160 West Broad St. in nearby Pawcatuck, CT probably in that year.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">My mother told me that Sarah was sharp minded in her nineties and was making pies on Memorial Day weekend and said she felt unwell so they put her to bed. She died on Monday, 29 May 1944 having never arisen from her bed. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I can tell you that I will not be making pies the day before I die.</span></div>
Midge Frazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05817669854967092840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29307953.post-87026873783989946512018-04-30T07:00:00.000-04:002018-05-01T08:15:02.642-04:00Was her name Nellie or Ellen Schofield Barber?<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">For many years, all I had for my grandmother's mother was a date of birth and death on the Barber family gravestone, which read 1868 to 1944. I have no idea who placed the gravestone at River Bend Cemetery but it was before my lifetime. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">This week with the help of my wonderful researcher/detective cousin, Barbara Fallon, I have the birth record of Nellie. It was not filed until 18 February of 1868 but a white, single female child born on 8 Dec 1867 to Joseph and Sarah Schofield in Westerly, Rhode Island is surely her. The heading on the vital record book (Book 2) says, "First Name, if any"so I think the record keepers may not have been concerned about first names in this place and time.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">All records found to date tell me her name was Nellie with a middle initial of E. She preferred to be called Ellen and that might be her middle name. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Nellie/Ellen was an only child and sometime in her childhood before she married J. Fred Barber, at the age of 22, she had <a href="https://www.webmd.com/a-to-z-guides/understanding-rheumatic-fever-basics#1">rheumatic fever</a> (Streptcoccus pyrogenes) and suffered with the pain and side effects of that, all her life. My grandmother who told me this said that she tended to be obese after she bore three children. Because of my grandmother's birth weight of 13 pounds, I think Nellie/Ellen may also have been diabetic. My grandmother was the middle child and Nellie's last child, my great aunt, Tattie was small and had poor hearing and eyesight.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have several photographs of her taken when she was young and her face is so much like her father with the dark circles under the eyes (she probably had allergies). In 1935 at her mother's 90th birthday party, Nellie looks uncomfortable in an outdoor setting on Elm St. in Westerly, Rhode Island.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">When Nellie's father, Joseph died in 1917, the property became joined jointly by his wife Sarah and Nellie and the family decided to move there. When the house became too small for everyone to live together, they moved to Pawcatuck, CT. It is most likely that she died at home there on 16 Jun 1944. My grandmother called this period of time, the terrible year, because so many family members died.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The furthermost ancestor in my Scholfield/Schofield line was Arthur, spectacle maker of Saddleworth, England. He was my 6th great grandfather.</span></div>
Midge Frazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05817669854967092840noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29307953.post-79198341303239746502018-04-23T04:00:00.000-04:002018-04-23T04:00:17.544-04:00J. Fred Barber, great grandfather<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Oldest son of James Albert Barber, Civil War Medal of Honor recipient and one of seven sons, James, was my maternal great grandfather. When I saw his photograph in my mother's wedding album, I asked my mother to tell me about him. As she talked, I began to remember him. Both my parents were there and I only remember him a tiny bit as I was one year, eleven months and seven days old when he died.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">My research tells me that he loved cars and hated fishing and repaired marine equipment as well as automotive repair. He was once in business with his father-in-law, Joseph Schofield, who repaired bicycles and lived his last years, as a widower, living in Pawcatuck, CT with my great-aunt Tattie (Dorothy Palmer Barber Bliven).</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am grateful to own a photo of him in his middle years (1918) and to find his marriage record to my great grandmother, Ellen. </span></div>
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Midge Frazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05817669854967092840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29307953.post-42940618334664176422018-04-17T11:13:00.001-04:002018-04-17T11:13:33.259-04:00Dorothy Stewart Broadfoot, mom<br />
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1916-2002<br />
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Mom with boyfriend Bob McClosky before marriage<br />
to my father, Thomas Broadfoot<br />#52ancestors #16</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Before my mother passed away in 2002, I had moved her to a local nursing home from the Rhode Island Hospital where she was admitted for pneumonia and dementia. While she was only there a month or so, she never really recovered from the pneumonia and like many women of her age, she fell and was taken to the Brockton Hospital for treatment.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Fortunately, we had paperwork in hand that stated she did not want heroic measures taken to save her life and she had a clear, lucid moment and talked to the hospital doctor about it. They moved her from intensive care to a regular floor and she passed away soon after. I gathered a few photos from my collection to show the nursing staff and one nurse told me that was a great thing to do because they can't imagine what an elderly patient must have been like when they weren't ill and dying.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I was in the process of working with a local funeral home to be ready. I filled out a form and typed up the information they needed and cut out the resulting obituaries from The Providence Journal and the local (to me) newspaper. The one on the left is from the Brockton Enterprise and the two on the right were from the Providence Journal. <b>Notice the typeface difference</b>. The Providence Journal one I can match to other obituaries in my collection whether they are labeled or not.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">In Rhode Island, it was still customary to print the "death notice" (in this case "deaths reported") for free and for a fee, the obituary. I made this one page sheet for her lawyer to add to the death certificate for the probate court to declare me the executrix of her estate. When all of the paperwork passed, all her property and her bank accounts (already in my name) cleared. This enabled me to sell her home. I often tell people to gather as much evidence as possible because grief is so crippling that you can't think clearly.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Writing an obituary is harder than you think.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Dorothy Palmer Barber Bliven was born on 7 April 1895 in New London, CT where her father, J. Fred Barber took a job as a barber (hairdresser) and moved his wife Ellen (Nellie) Schofield Barber and his other two children, H. Josephine Barber (my grandmother) and Harold Schofield Barber (my great uncle) from their native Westerly, Rhode Island where he had also been a barber.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My grandmother told me that her first memory of living in New London, was of a parade for returning soldiers from the Spanish American War.<span style="font-family: inherit;"> <span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;">(April 1898 – August 1898)</span></span> She was such a pretty brunette haired, brown eyed little girl that one man stopped and asked her father if she was Spanish! J. Fred's store was on State Street which was probably shut down for the parade. By 1900, the family returned to Westerly. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Dorothy was petite and blond in contrast to her siblings. As the baby of the family, Dorothy was not "rough and tumble" like her brother and my tomboy grandmother. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Dorothy was smart, outspoken and good at math, and was the scholar of the family. She lived the rest of her life in the Westerly area. Her eyesight and hearing were poor but it didn't hold her back. For a time, she did the bookkeeping for her father's automotive business, J. Fred and Son, she also was a stenographer for the Red Cross. Always employed, she was an office manager for the Narragansett Electric. I attended her retirement party hosted by her co-workers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">She was married and divorced from Henry (Harry) Bliven, a young man from nearby Stonington, CT who was an automobile parts salesman. They had one child, Gloria Josephine Barber who died at the age of ten. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My mother told me that her brother, Evans Stewart, Jr. couldn't say "Aunt Dot" and it came out Tat, so she was known from then on to family as "Tattie". I was also told that she had an out of wedlock child, before he married Harry, a boy, given up for adoption.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I can't prove this and had to coerce this information out of my mother. I asked my father if her knew about this but he shook his head no. He looked surprised. It is a mystery.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">After selling the house she lived in, Tattie lived in two apartments before she died. Her friends, Harry and Mary helped her move and as he was an attorney, he took care of her estate. My mother, her niece, was not named in this obituary so I assume a non family member or the funeral home wrote this all too short obituary.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">She always came to spend Thanksgiving and Christmas with us. When we had the beach house at Bonnet Shores, she would vacation with us. When she gave up driving, my father's family would bring her from Westerly to Cranston and for that I am grateful. My husband and daughter remember her and we say out loud on her birthday, "Oh man, Oh boy it's Tattie's birthday!" as it was her favorite saying and beige was her favorite color. I remember her fondly as a fun, talkative, friendly person.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">On 16 Dec 1981, she died in the Westerly Hospital at the age of 86. She is buried at River Bend Cemetery with her father, mother, brother and his wife Martha and of course, her little girl. My parents are buried in the same section along with the paternal grandparents I didn't know.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>Midge Frazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05817669854967092840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29307953.post-31839656819122817502018-04-06T09:17:00.001-04:002018-04-06T09:17:21.255-04:00Anne Crompton, godmother and aunt<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Not only did I not have an obituary for my godmother and aunt, I didn't even know she died because my mother had passed away and my doctor advised that I take a vacation to relieve my anxiety. My cousin tried to call me but she only had my home phone number and I didn't even know she had called because she called me from her cell phone. If she hadn't called me back a week later, I might have tried to call the nursing home listed and found out from a stranger.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have searched all the newspaper sites but as I knew she died in Warwick, the obit would have been placed in the Providence Journal. I was so surprised that GenealogyBank had this partial listing because I thought I had no hope of finding it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When my father, Annie's brother died in 1998, we seated her in the front row with us. My mother and Annie sat side-by-side and it suddenly came to me that the only one of the four children of my paternal grandparents left alive was Annie and she was the oldest. I was appreciative of my now deceased cousin who put her had on my shoulder from the row behind us to let me know to turn around and see that she and the rest of my father's family was there. It was a comfort.</span>Midge Frazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05817669854967092840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29307953.post-10966946934416170702018-04-02T05:00:00.000-04:002018-04-02T08:28:18.458-04:00The Widow Bliven<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Although this person, Mildred Alice Britton Bliven is not my ancestor, she is important because she was the second wife of Harry/Henry Manuel Bliven, the husband of my late great aunt, Dorothy Palmer Barber. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Through records, I have determined that my great aunt and Harry must have divorced sometime between 1924 and 1929 because he married this woman Mildred Alice Britton and they had their first child in August of 1930. I found that child's birth date from his obituary. I have not found the date of divorce or the second marriage date in many searches.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Mildred was from New York and Harry was a traveling salesman who sold automobile parts. My great aunt must have met him because her father was in the automotive business with his son, Harold Schofield Barber in Westerly, Rhode Island.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My late mother told me that my great aunt had an illegitimate son born to her and given up for adoption when my mother was a toddler. I can't prove that. I think maybe someday, a descendant of that son may find me through DNA, so I keep researching.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://midgef.blogspot.com/2017/10/little-gloria-josephine-bliven.html">My family was not so wild about Harry.</a> He liked fast cars and he scared my mother. I have found that Harry may be buried in Elm Grove Cemetery because this wife is listed in this obit as buried there in 1971.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The best part about this obituary is that I did <b>not</b> find it by searching for it. It was on the same part as one of my Broadfoot relatives.</span><br />
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<br />Midge Frazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05817669854967092840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29307953.post-8893349662169763312018-03-20T12:36:00.000-04:002018-03-20T12:36:06.745-04:00Necrology: Rev. Frederic Denison, 2nd great uncle<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">One of my most famous relatives was my 2nd great grandmother, Eliza Fish Denison Stewart's brother, Frederic Denison. Born the second child and second son, into a large family of nine children, Frederic was a prominent figure in both Connecticut and Rhode Island history. This necrology is the only obituary that I have located of him and it does contain information that I didn't know before. This article lists all the churches he ministered at and a list of the books and articles he authored. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">It is the personal information that I couldn't prove (beyond his childhood and marriage) was quite unknown to me. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">He was born in 1819 "<a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/midgefrazel/3362784239/">in the Old Denison Homestead</a>", which was the home of John Borodell Denison and his wife Phebe Lay and that house was torn down in 1883. The family moved into a house at <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/midgefrazel/8643189970">6 Willow Street in Mystic</a> in 1839. (Grace Denison Wheeler's book Old Homes in Stonington, p. 99) When he retired, he moved to Providence and rented a house at 28 South Court St. with his surviving single daughter to live a quieter life and finished his writing career. </span></div>
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Midge Frazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05817669854967092840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29307953.post-77814753646472738322018-03-19T06:00:00.000-04:002018-03-19T06:54:26.955-04:00H. Josephine Barber Stewart, my beloved grandmother<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Like many obituaries in most families, clipped newspaper articles have eliminated the name of the newspaper and the date it was published. This time, I was lucky to find this same obituary (in typed text format) at the subscription site, GenealogyBank on 28 Jan 2018. My mother must have provided the information as it is accurate but quite sparse. My grandmother lived a long time after both her husband (1955) and her son (1951). She also outlived all of the people on her Barber side, including her siblings and her niece. She was 98 years 3 months 15 days old.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">My grandmother lived with my parents for a number of years until she began to fail and fall even though she had a walker. The nursing home mentioned is where she fell asleep and did not wake up. I was glad that this obituary mentioned the clubs she belonged to as, like her daughter, my mother, she was an artist.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">She would have been pleased to know that her great granddaughter would have two sons. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Hannah was her first name and she hated it. Even her gravestone, says H. Josephine on it. She was named for her grandmother, Hannah Josephine Taugee/Tourjee/Tourgee (1847-1881) wife of James Albert Barber. That Josephine was said to look just like my grandmother and that's why she was named for her, plus she was almost born on the same day of the month of October and also died at the end of January. She was only 33 years 3 months 9 days old at her death.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jo rests at Elm Grove Cemetery in Mystic, CT with her husband Evans and her son, Evans Stewart, Jr.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Not a day goes by that I don't miss her and am grateful that my daughter remembers her. </span></div>
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Midge Frazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05817669854967092840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29307953.post-74278858845822862262018-03-13T14:22:00.002-04:002018-03-13T14:22:56.689-04:00Evans Stewart, grandfather and business leader<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Evans Stewart 1886-1955<br />beloved grandfather<br />founder of Victor Cleansing Co. in Providence</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The death notice at the bottom of the obituary gives the date of the funeral and burial of my maternal grandfather. I was too young to attend but I remember that my father's sister, Ann Broadfoot Crompton stayed with me until everyone returned from the funeral and the burial. It was a very long day. My aunt and I sat on the couch on the sun porch at my grandparents home at 205 Wentworth Ave. When the hospital called to say my grandfather had died, my mother and grandmother took the train to Boston and my father stayed behind to confirm the arrangements. My mother told me that that was the only time she saw my grandmother cry. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">From these two newspaper accounts, I gained the name of the funeral home and the date of burial. They misspelled my grandfather's first name which was Evans, not Evan. This is the first obituary in which I am mentioned as grandaughter. My mother's brother died previously in 1951 and I am not mentioned as survivor.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">All of the rest of this, I knew except that he was the former director of the National Institute of Dry Cleaners. I might be able to find out which year.</span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">My dad died in his chair in my parent's living room, comfortable in his pjs, slippers and bathrobe, after enduring the pain of lung cancer for many months. He slowly stopped breathing, just after midnight, with my hand on his arm. Late that afternoon he was talking and ate some food before becoming quiet and unresponsive. That's when the hospice nurse was called and arrived quickly with the pain medication and she called us to come right away. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">After he passed, I called his best friend (now deceased) who lived not far away and he kindly offered to write his obituary and fax it to the funeral home listed in the obituary. Many of the details are incorrect but neither my mother or I thought to correct what was sent. After some months, I sat down and asked my mother which parts were incorrect and we agreed. Now, it is time for me to correct these mistakes in my family tree so my daughter and grandsons won't wonder why what is "in print" was wrong.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">The funeral home placed the notice in the Providence Journal and in the Cranston Herald and the Cranston Mirror. I don't think anyone put it in the Westerly Sun which was Dad's hometown paper. Dad was not born in Bradford. He was born at home at 7 Vose St. in Westerly. I continue to research his wartime service.</span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Many people came to his funeral and my family came to the graveside ceremony.</span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;">
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<span style="font-size: medium;">William B. Broadfoot, 71, of 16 River St. Alton and employee of the former Richmond Lace Works, died Monday at Westerly Hospital. He was the husband of Hannah (Champlin) Broadfoot.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Born in Westerly, he was a son of the late Thomas and Annie (Aiken) Broadfoot.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Besides his wife, he leaves a brother, Thomas Broadfoot of Cranston, and a sister Annie Crompton of Providence.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">The funeral service will be held Friday at 2 PM at the Avery Funeral Home, Main St. Hopkinton. Burial will be in Pine Grove Cemetery, Hopkinton.</span></div>
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My dad and Uncle Bill's wife Hannah were with him at the Westerly Hospital when he passed away. My dad told me that Uncle Bill gave a little sigh and was gone.<br />
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Dad always called him "Brother Bill". Bill was only 15 when his mother died and as the picture of the family has emerged though the years I have been researching, I think Bill must have missed his mother the most.<br />
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Dad told me that my Uncle was not expected to live when he was born. He was small and fragile. But, he did live and my dad carried him on his back to elementary school for years. I wondered if his mother had a difficult pregnancy or if she didn't get enough rest because she worked on her feet so hard with three other children to care for.<br />
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I knew Uncle Bill had a car accident some time ago and I thought it was that accident that disabled him but no it was not. It was because he was an epileptic since birth. My cousin sent me the newspaper articles about the accident and I think he was lucky to have survived the car wreck.<br />
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Quiet spoken and of few words, Bill always said, "Can't complain" when asked about his health. With his red hair and Rhode Island accent, Bill was a good listener. He embraced his love of his parents by learning as much as he could about the places where his parents came from.<br />
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Being disabled from the accident, didn't slow him down when it came to playing croquet. Nobody let him win either. When I think about him now, I realize that he most epitomizes what both my Broadfoot and Aiken ancestors looked like and how their mannerisms were in everyday life.<br />
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His wife was an angel. She catered to his every need and I don't know what we would have done without her to care for and love Bill. <br />
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Midge Frazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05817669854967092840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29307953.post-75998993758372200932018-02-19T05:00:00.000-05:002018-02-19T05:00:02.456-05:00Jack Crompton: Coal Miner's Son<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">These words do NOT do justice to the great man that was my Uncle Jack. He is the most interesting person to research and because he was born in the UK, it was fun. His parents came to America and moved back to their home area making the geographic area easy to find. My first cousin 1x removed, lives near there and was interested in what I discovered.</span></div>
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Jack was not only my paternal aunt Anne's husband and my godfather but he was my Dad's favorite person because he actually helped raise my father and was his friend after his parents passed away. We all loved him and enjoyed his English accent. He had some great slang sayings. </div>
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To quote my cousin's wife, "He made the best highballs in the world." Truth.</div>
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Because of his days being in the coal mine, he liked things clean. He painted the walls in his house all of the time. You never knew what color it was going to be next. Everyone called him Jack and the information in his obituaries is correct except that he collapsed on the kitchen floor and died instantly. </div>
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In the obituary on the right, probably from the Providence Journal, it says he retired in 1970 after being plant superintendent. I used that information to help me be sure of the date that grandmother closed and sold the business (from the property card 31 Dec 1971). I do think he worked at Victor for more than 20 years and he may have been the first person in my paternal family to work for my maternal family.</div>
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He did what was called "wet wash" and the area he worked in smelled strongly of the clean smell of bleach. He monitored the boiler and kept it working during the week and my father checked it on weekends. </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">My paternal aunt, Ada L. (Broadfoot) Curry was a patient in the Jane Brown section of the Rhode Island Hospital when she passed away in 1985</span>. <span style="font-size: large;">These obituaries carefully saved by her sister-in-law, Hannah Champlin Broadfoot and given to me by Barbara Trowbridge. The one on the left must be from the Providence Journal and the one on the right from the Westerly Sun.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The Rhode Island Hospital is the hospital where I trained as a student in the medical technology, MT (ASCP) program and after graduation, I worked there for a little over a year until I married. (h<a href="https://www.rhodeislandhospital.org/about-rhode-island-hospital">istory of this hospital</a>) Ada was the widow of George J. Curry for only a few years when her health declined. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ada's devotion to her church and family was legend. She always remarked that she was a "dyed in the wool Baptist". My family can always work textiles and dyeing into their conversation.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">After her parents died, Ada took over the household which included my father and my Uncle Bill. She was a laboratory assistant of chemist and dyer, George Curry and married him in 1939 and continued working. She was a strong willed woman and a talented needleworker. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">#6</span>Midge Frazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05817669854967092840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29307953.post-10285523983870139662018-02-05T10:54:00.002-05:002018-02-05T10:54:50.615-05:00George J. Curry: Golfer, Chemist and RISD Grad<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;"> George J. Curry<br />Golfer, Chemist and RISD Grad<br />1907-1982</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">This obituary of my Uncle George gives us the year that he graduated from the Rhode Island School of Design and the day and place of his death and who was still living when he passed away. All valuable pieces of information.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">His daughter, my late cousin, told me that he studied textiles and dyes. His obituary doesn't mention that he worked, first, for Bradford Dye, in Bradford, Rhode Island where met Ada L. Broadfoot, my aunt.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">His parents names and his birth date are correct from my oral interview of my aunt. My late cousin told me he left the BDA and went to work for George C. Moore Co.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sine people lived in "mill houses" owned by the local mill, I think that Uncle George and his family moved when he changed jobs. sometime in 1962. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Uncle George was a quiet guy until he started talking about golf, a passion he shared with my dad. I was pleased to see the name of the church he attended and that it was the one where his son, John and wife Frances were married in 1963. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/midgefrazel/8399110094/">Dudley Wheeler Stewart</a>, was one of my maternal 2nd great grandfathers. He was the last child of his parents born when his mother was 40 years old in <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/midgefrazel/4790051690">(Milltown) North Stonington</a>, Connecticut. This was<a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/midgefrazel/4790051344"> his home</a> with his wife Eliza Fish Denison Stewart and the likely location of the porch for the chair I inherited.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He grew up to be the <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/midgefrazel/5807982797">owner and operator of the general store</a> and was a selectman for his small town. He had no recorded birth for me to check so I use the date from my family bible and the <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/midgefrazel/5096676014">gravestone</a>. I do have certified copy of his marriage.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">My friend and town historian for Stonington, Connecticut, Fred Burdick went to the nearby Westerly public library to find a record of his obituary, while I asked Gladys Chase to find his death record. His death, from consumption, says 3 July and the newspaper says 4 July. The Mystic Press says 4 July, 1886.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">I recently found this mentioned in the New Haven Register which states he died on Sunday the fourth. </span></div>
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<a href="https://www.genealogybank.com/nbshare/AC01110214194905223561516721329">New Haven Register: Wednesday, July 7, 1886 Vol. XLIV: Issue 158, Vol 7</a></div>
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Certified Death Record, North Stonington, page 41 obtained in 2005</div>
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Stonington Mirror. 10 July 1886 (obtained from the Westerly Public Library)</div>
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by Fred Burdick, Town Historian, Stonington, CT</div>
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#4Midge Frazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05817669854967092840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29307953.post-71148822027959892952018-01-22T05:00:00.000-05:002018-01-22T05:00:03.701-05:00Laid to Rest: Obituary of Eliza Fish Denison Stewart<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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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Porch Chair which belonged to Eliza Fish Denison Stewart<br />
Privately held in my possession since 1973 when I bought my first home.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Funeral of Eliza Fish Denison Stewart<br />1833-1909</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Found in my family Bible, is the lengthy obituary of my 2nd great grandmother, Eliza Fish Denison, wife of Dudley Wheeler Stewart. It is probably from a Rhode Island newspaper because at the bottom (not shown here) is an article about the Town of Charlestown (RI). The archives of the North Stonington Historical Society also contains a copy of this obituary without any source listed. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />However, the Norwich Bulletin of Norwich, CT contained the above short death notice on 06 April 1909 on page 6.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Eliza attended Porterville Academy and at the age of 17, lived with family in Groton to attend school and help with the three boys of her uncle Simeon Fish. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Considered a spinster at age 22, </span><span style="font-size: large;">she married 33 year old bachelor Dudley Wheeler Stewart in 1856 and had the three children listed, including my great grandfather, prominent businessman, Charles Edward Stewart. At the "old age" of 67, in 1900 she moved in with her son Charles, his wife Adah and her grandsons. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The Denison and Fish families were large ones. Eliza taught Sunday School in the Baptist church in North Stonington. Her brother was the famous minister, Rev. Frederic Denison.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Eliza wrote the names and dates of her family in the Family bible. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I own some of her furniture, her writing desk and a few piece of jewelry. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">#52Ancestors<br />Ancestor #3</span>Midge Frazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05817669854967092840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29307953.post-66029990289760417742018-01-15T05:00:00.000-05:002018-01-15T05:00:19.362-05:00Just a Death Notice for Adah<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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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Death notice for Adah Evans Stewart, 1934, probably The Providence (RI) Journal<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Glued in my Family Bible, under her husband's obituary, is this small death notice for my maternal great grandmother, Adah. My interview with my grandmother for a college assignment states that Adah was very quiet, loved to read and was happy as a housewife.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">STEWART: In this city, on June 4, Adah (Evans), wife of Charles E. Stewart, in her 69th year. Funeral services to which relatives and friends are invited will be held at her late home, 135 Lexington Ave. Friday. Time to be announced. Burial at Mystic, Connecticut.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">There is no known photo of Adah. Her mother died at 20 and her father remarried and raised Adah. Evans is probably a surname from Wales. Adah was born in Adams, Massachusetts.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ancestor #2 Adah Evans Stewart</span></div>
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