Treasure Chest Thursday - Her Face on the Tea Towels

I hope you will indulge me a bit today as I go a little bit off the genealogy trail to share this treasure, for today I am thinking of July 29, 1981.

I had been married myself only a few weeks when Lady Diana married Prince Charles in St. Paul's Cathedral.  I was one of millions who awoke at 4:00 am to watch the festivities.  I had begun my "Diana" collection a few months earlier, quite innocently enough.  Newly engaged, I was watching the CBS Evening News when a brief report began picturing the Prince of Wales and a beautiful young woman dressed in a brilliant blue suit.  As they were shown strolling hand in hand, the story went on to describe their engagement and gave the woman's name as Lady Diana Spencer.  The next day in the newspaper, a photo from that press report appeared and I thought it might be nice to have a copy of it for my "wedding scrapbook" to show something that was going on in the world during the time of our engagement. I thought it would just end at that, but, boy was I wrong!

Lady Diana, the lovely, young, kindergarten teacher caught the imagination of the whole world and "royal wedding" fever began to spread.  I decided to start a scrapbook about the wedding itself and there was no shortage of items with which to fill it.  One scrapbook turned into two, three, four...... 

I also starting buying other souvenirs; plates, dolls, stamps, books and the tea towel pictured above.

After the majesty of the wedding, came the "baby watch" and the births of Prince William and Prince Harry. But, it was soon quite obvious to everyone that the royal marriage was not a happy one.  By the time of the official announcement of their impending divorce, no one was surprised, although it was very sad. Now, we watched Princess Diana begin a life as a single woman; much wiser and no longer the innocent young lady she was when we first came to know her.  When she spoke of the fears she had prior to her marriage, she said her friends had told her she could not back out of the wedding because "her face was on the tea towels".  I have to admit when I read those words I felt very sad.  How trapped she must have felt by the expectations of the entire world.

When Diana died in Paris that Labor Day weekend, I cried my heart out. Her funeral took place during one of my regular work days and those of us in the office sat around the television and watched.  There were several "twenty-somethings" who worked with me and they expressed confusion as to why Diana's death was "such big news".  We had lost famous people before. Why was Diana so special?

I can only speak for myself, but this is what I think.

My generation, maybe more so than any other, was raised on the fairy tale.  The story of the beautiful princess meeting her prince, falling in love and living "happily ever after" was a staple in our lives.  We had the Disney "Big Three" in Cinderella, Snow White, and Sleeping Beauty.  In the 1960's we were even given Rodgers and Hammerstein's brunette version of Cinderella in the form of Lesley Ann Warren. (Who was my special favorite!) So, when Lady Diana appeared, it was almost like a fairy tale come true. It was even spoken in their marriage ceremony, I believe by the Archbishop of Canterbury, who said, "This is the stuff of which fairy tales are made. A Prince and Princess on their wedding day."  We wanted to believe it was true love.  We wanted to see the "Happily Ever After".  So, when it ended so cruelly, so abruptly, it was truly painful.  We felt like we knew her. We were pulling for her to be happy because she had been treated so unfairly and her death was almost too much for people to take. Maybe that's why the emotions were so great.

My scrapbooks became larger over those weeks as I concluded Diana's story.  I'm glad I started my collection almost 30 years ago now,  and I don't think I could ever part with any of it.  It's a remembrance of a special time and it truly is one of my "treasures". 

Sentimental Sunday - Shared Birthdays

I have heard people lament the fact that they share a birthday with a family member.  They somehow feel "short-changed" by the fact that celebrations were never just for them alone.  I guess that maybe that might be true for multiple birthdays within an immediate family, but I consider myself lucky to have shared my birthday with my two great aunts, Carmen and Olive.   Our birthdays all fell on September 14.  I was a C-section birth so my parents were allowed to choose the birthdate and I was always happy they chose a day that would allow me to celebrate with "Carmie" and "Olive"

Inside the "Baby Book" my mother lovingly kept for me are two precious handwritten letters, sent to my parents by Aunt Carmen and Aunt Olive just after I was born.  I love reading about their excitement at the news of my arrival and I'm thankful that my mother cared enough to save them for me.  

When I was very young, we actually did have the opportunity to celebrate our birthdays together and I'm grateful for the photographs I have of those times. I don't have any memory of those parties, but they sure look like they were fun!

As I grew up, I could be guaranteed that on every birthday, without fail, I would receive a special birthday card from each of them.  Since we weren't living in the same household, I wasn't "sharing" the attention with someone else, but rather I was receiving "special" attention from people I knew loved me. Throughout my childhood and into my married life, we continued to send each other those birthday wishes year after year, until Alzheimer's Disease began to take Aunt Olive away from us and Aunt Carmen passed away. 

Each year, as the calendar turns to September my thoughts go back to those precious days and to those beautiful ladies that I love and miss so much and I sure wouldn't mind sharing my birthday with them again.

Wordless Wednesday - James Nash Marling

My great great uncle, James Nash Marling

Columbus, Franklin, Ohio

circa 1900

Tombstone Tuesday - Milton and Josephine Morrow Jacks

My great great aunt and uncle, Milton and Josephine Morrow Jacks and their daughters, Maude and Ora.

Surname Saturday - Roseanna Varvel Shoemaker

My great grandmother, Roseanna Varvel Shoemaker

Roseanna Varvel was born 15 June, 1876 in Adams County, Ohio.  She was the third child of seven born to George W. and Mahala Mahaffey Varvel, the first of their four daughters and she was named in honor of her grandmother, Roseanna Bowen Varvel.   Sometime in 1895, she was married to Thomas Jefferson Shoemaker, the son of Jacob and Anna Mariah Grimes Shoemaker,  in Adams County and they began farming in the rugged southern Ohio land.  In 1896, their first child, Floyd,  was born and Ann would eventually give birth to thirteen children, twelve of whom survived to adulthood.  It was not an easy life for Tom and Ann as they struggled to feed and shelter their large family, which also included two of Tom's brothers, Ike and Jake.  At one point, they even lost their farm due to a combination of unscrupulous maneuverings by a mortgage holder and poor record keeping by a too Tom.  Somehow, they managed to keep a roof over their heads and food on the table.  Ann was a strong and courageous woman.  Her daughter told a story of how she herself was terrified of all the snakes that made their homes around the family farm, but Ann was never bothered by them. She would simply pick them up by the tail, "crack" them like a whip and their heads would fall off.  She would just go on about her business, teasing the girls about their fear. 

The Shoemaker Home from 1933-1949 photographed in 1990

As her children grew up, Ann had to watch her oldest son go to war and several of the others leave the homestead to find the jobs that were not plentiful in and around Peebles.  She persevered, taking care of those who remained and watching her family grow as her children married and had babies of their own.

On 19 October, 1943, Tom had a massive heart attack and died at the age of 74.  According to her daughters, Ann was never the same.  She spent a great deal time living with her daughter, Lulu, in Xenia, Ohio and that is where she died on 28 January, 1956. 

She is buried next to Tom in the Locust Grove Cemetery in Peebles, Adams County, Ohio. 

Wordless Wednesday - Robert Varvel

My great great uncle, Robert Varvel

Adams County, Ohio

Tombstone Tuesday - Dr. Isaac and Elizabeth Potterf Kesling

While searching for my husband's Kesling relatives in the Springboro Cemetery (Warren County, Ohio) we discovered this very unusual tombstone in memory of Dr. Isaac Kesling and his wife, Elizabeth Potterf Kesling. It certainly stands out in the crowd.

(copyright, 2010, George W. Hellmund, Jr.)

Madness Monday - What Would They Think of Us?

 I'm taking the "Madness Monday"  category in different direction today, discussing not something  that is driving me "mad"  or an ancestor that might have been a little bit "off" in some way, but instead I am thinking today about how my ancestors would feel about ME.  You see, recently I have been wondering if my ancestors would be driven "mad" by the way their descendants are living their lives now.  Obviously, life today is far different than it was during the time of our great great grandparents and even our grandparents.  I often wonder what they would think if they were able to come back and live among us now.  My great grandmother was very young when the first telephones were installed and now every day I "talk" to people all around the world on my computer. What would she say about that?

 Imagine how excited they were at the invention of electricity, indoor plumbing, the radio, movies, and television.  Wouldn't it be wonderful to share all that we have learned?  Obviously, our ancestors would be surprised by all the new technology we live with every day.

But, I don't know if they would be pleased with all the things they would discover in "modern times". 

My ancestors were devout members of the German Reformed, Lutheran, Presbyterian, Baptist, and Quaker faiths.   I think they might be shocked and saddened at quite a lot that they would see right now, and  I would love to hear what they would have to say.

Doubtless, we would have some very interesting discussions!   Wouldn't it be wonderful to talk  with them about their lives and what their hopes, dreams, and disappointments were? Someday, I hope I will be able to do just that.  

I'm very grateful for the firm foundation of faith and family they passed down through the generations to me and I surely hope I am not driving them "mad".

Surname Saturday - The Marling and Oldham Families

John Austin and Margaret Susan Armstrong Marling

Pictured above are my maternal great great grandparents, John Austin and Margaret Susan Armstrong Marling.  On this Surname Saturday, I am deeply in the midst of compiling documents for my application for The Daughters of the American Revolution based upon the Revolutionary War status of the grandfather of John Austin Marling. 

His name is Isaac Oldham and he is, of course, my 5th great grandfather.

Uncovering information about the role that Isaac played in our fight for independence was not difficult.  Heritagequest.com contains the scanned copies of the actual pension request that spells out his service record completely.   He stated that he served with Capt. John Van Meter and with the Westmoreland Battery and he was a Private.  A visit to the DAR Genealogical Resource Database  provides me with proof that he did indeed serve his country and also gives a list of those who have proven their family link to him in the past. So, that step has been simple.

 Through various other sources, I had already found the branches of my tree that led back from myself to Isaac, but finding the source documents that are acceptable proof to the DAR has not been quite as easy. As a matter of fact, this post could well belong in the Madness Monday category.

Up until now, all the genealogical honor societies I have joined have not required me to compile my Marling and Oldham family information, so this has been a "start from scratch" endeavor.  I was actually working on The First Families of Ohio application first, but I received a little "kick start" in the form of an email from a representative from the DAR this week. She told me that since others had already proven a family link between my 4th great grandmother, Esther Oldham Marling, and her father, Isaac, I would be able to just link to their applications and not worry about proving the line myself.   Given that boost, I started pulling out the forms, certificates, census records, etc. that I thought I would need to document all the pertinent facts.

I (somewhat) easily managed to put together all the proof evidence I would need for generations 1-4; myself and my husband, my parents, my maternal grandparents, my maternal great grandparents, and my maternal great great grandparents.  However, when I got to my 3rd great grandparents, I could find no source document that stated absolutely that Samuel Marling was the son of John and Esther Oldham Marling.

Everything in previous generations that might be considered a little "weak" can be completely explained and shown to be true, but any proof I have of Samuel's parentage is simply not good enough for the DAR.

The problem is that Samuel was born in 1811 (to early for official birth records) and he died in 1851 (too early for official death records).  Others have listed that he is buried in Pleasant Hill Cemetery, Cambridge, Guernsey County, Ohio and I know that his wife, Amelia, is buried there as well.  Howver, numerous people have searched the cemetery for their headstones, to no avail.  According to One World Tree on Ancestry.com, Samuel is John and Esther's son, but I can find no actual source documents to prove it.  In the 1850 United States Census for Guernsey County, John and Esther Marling are living on a property between the properties of their two sons, Isaac and Samuel.  Also helping to point out a link between Samuel and John and Esther is the fact that Samuel and Amelia named one of their daughters, Esther.  This certainly is not enough evidence to prove that they are his parents, so, I am now feverishly searching and researching every available Guernsey County/Marling family resource to discover just one proof document that I can use to cite the parentage of Samuel Marling.

I won't stop looking.

I know it's out there.....somewhere.

Wordless Wednesday - The Patterson Monument

This monument to one of the great men in Dayton, Ohio history, John Patterson, stands in Hills and Dales Park, overlooking the Community Golf Course.