Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Postcard mystery

   Back in November I received an email from Daniel Grimsley telling about a postcard of a World War I soldier he had found among papers of the Grimsley and Flake families of eastern North Carolina that didn't seem to connect to his family.  Daniel had found my website that includes the letters, diary and pictures of Paul B Hendrickson concerning his service in World War I.

    The mystery postcard had not been mailed but writing on the back said, "Priv't. James Bernikow, Med. dept. 79th Inf., Camp Logan, Houston, Tex."
   Paul trained at Camp Logan in Houston with the 33rd Division. The 79th Infantry was not part of the 33rd.
   I believe the 79th Infantry (from the postcard) was a part of the 15th Division. The 15th was a Regular Army division that trained at Camp Logan after the 33rd Division had left. I do not believe it went overseas. There is a website called New River Notes that has wonderful information about the various World War I divisions, including the 15th.

   But who was Private Bernikow?
Passport photo
   A search at Ancestry located an emergency passport application of a James J. Bernikow at the American legation in Panama dated 1 December 1919. In the application he states he was born 28 December 1895 in New York City the son of Samuel M. Bernikow, a Russian immigrant. He also states he was in the Army and was at Brest, France, from January to December 1918. The passport photo is at right. Is it the same man as the one in the postcard? The ears sure look the same. The hairline and eyebrows are also similar.

   I also found a 1910 census record for a Samuel Bormkow (corrected to Bernikow) age 40 born Russia with son James age 11 (born 1899). I've asked Ancestry if they could identify the person who made that correction but it was made before they started keep track of such things. Might be someone related. 
   Obviously, if James was born in 1898 or 1899 he would not be the first man to exaggerate his age in order to enlist in World War I or obtain employment afterwards.

Face in the postcard

   The mystery postcard has an interesting feature -- the woman's face in the cigarette smoke cloud. Could she have been a girl friend? Or, was this a stock picture added to all postcards of this design representing the girl the soldier left back home?
   It sure would be nice to know the answers to all these questions. And I'm sure Daniel Grimsley would like to know as well. Daniel said in his initial email that he would like to return this postcard to James Bernikow's next of kin.
   If you can help solve the mystery, leave a comment or email me.
 
 
 
 
   

Monday, January 2, 2012

History of English Mines

   Among the many newspaper clippings my mother collected and left for me in her "Ancestor Albums" is this one concerning mining in England in the 19th century.
   My mother believed that the "Grape Creek resident" who submitted the article to the newspaper was her grandfather, Jonah James.  Jonah was born 6 January 1835 in Somerset, England, and was a life-long miner and coal mine manager.
   If it was Jonah who submitted the article, and if he started work in the mines at the age of 9 (about 1844) and had spent sixty years in the mines at the time the article was published that would make the publication date about 1904 and the place of publication probably Danville, Illinois.

   Back dating would also place the original date of publication in The Miners' Journal about 1885.  A newspaper of that name was published in Pottsville, Pennsylvania, in the 1800s, but that identification is only a possibility.
   If you have ancestors who were coal miners in England in the early 1800s, you will find the article both interesting and disturbing.

HISTORY OF ENGLISH MINES
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REMINISCENCES OF BOYHOOD DAYS SPENT IN THE MINES OF M[O]THER COUNTRY
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QUEEN VICTORIA EMANCIPATES WOMEN
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Women and Children Worked Harnessed Like Mules, Carrying and Handling Coal.
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   This articles, which deals with conditions of the mines in England as they confronted the miners of that country some thirty years ago, is the much valued property of a Grape Creek resident who has spent sixty years in the mines, both here and in England, starting in the mines when 9 years old, as a trapper boy[1], in England, and elevating himself to the position of mine manager in America.  By his request his name will not be given.
This article was published in the Miners' Journal nineteen years ago.

I first made the acquaintance of a coal mine in my native Scotland, in the year 1842, a few weeks before I had attained the age of 8 years.  At that time Lord Ashley's bill[2] had not been introduced in parliament for the exclusion of female labor and children from coal mines.  When father told me that he was going to take me to the pit my joy knew no bounds; I was so overjoyed that I could not sleep, and got up at 1 o'clock in the morning, fearing that if I fell asleep he would go off without me.  It was regarded as a great honor for a small boy to be taken to the mine; and when I returned home that evening I walked up and down the village showing myself to all my little comrades.
   My oldest recollection of the mine was seeing a young woman at the bottom of the pit as I was lifted out of the corve by father; she was standing on the plates with her hands on her sides singing a song, snatches of which I still remember, although I do not think I ever heard it since. It began as follows:
   "I've got a pain in my side, and I got it by dancing;
    Fal the deedle al al; fal the deedle ee."

   A set of harness was brought to me and I was told to put it on, which I did, and was then hitched up to one of the mine wagons and ordered to go on.  I started to pull with all my might, but could not move the empty car; the bystanders roared with laughter, and declared that I could not tighten the chain.
   There were no cages in the pits in those days.  The coal was raised through the shaft in an iron basket of circular form, made of boiler-plate, called a corve.  It held about 400 pounds of coal.  The hoisting rope was made of hemp, [an inch] in thickness and four inches wide. A double chain was attached to the end of the rope, having hooks which were hitched into the lugs of the corve.
   The miners began to gather around the pit as early as 3 o'clock in the morning; but were not allowed to go down until 4, the first on the ground having the right of descent.  The corves held four to six persons; and the father, his sons and daughters generally descended together; the youngsters sitting in the bottom of the corve, the father standing erect with one leg outside the corve and one arm guiding it to keep it from striking the sides of the pit.  The younger and bolder men who had no charge caught the rope as the cage descended below the platform and clung to it until the bottom was reached -- this was a daring plunge and sometimes three or four men would descend in this manner, one above the other.  Those who went down in this manner were not required to wait their turn.  Before going down they stuck their picks behind their backs, between their jackets and vests.  A curious habit with miners in those days was carrying their picks on their left arm.  When a miners carried a pick [in this] manner it was proof that he was not a trained pitman.

   All the hauling was done by boys and girls in Scotland; but some parts of England the women did every kind of pit work, from digging the coal to hauling it to the bottom of the shaft.
   In hauling, two women were usually employed -- one behind and the other in front; the forward one was hitched up to the mine car, with a belt around her waist and a chain passing between her legs.  In many parts of England the women were dressed like boys.  When the commissioners appointed by parliament to inquire into the operation and results of female labor in coal mines made their report, they presented a picture of deadly physical oppression and systematic slavery of which no one unacquainted with the facts would credit the existence.  The women worked 12 to 14 hours a day in the damp and unwholesome air of mines, crawling on all fours in dragging the loaded cars along roadways covered with water in many places.
   In Scotland women were not only employed in hauling the coal along such roadways, but at many mines they carried it up the shaft on their backs, through a long winding stairway, the coal being carried in wicker cribs fitted to the backs of the women and held in place by leather straps passing around their foreheads.  Mr. Robert Bald, the eminent coal viewer of Scotland, who knew them well, states that one of their days' work was equal to carrying a hundred weight from the level of the sea to the top of  Ben Lomond;[3] and Hugh Miller, who worked at his trade at one of the mining villages near Edinburgh, in 1824, says that he often saw the poor women coal bearers toiling under their loads, and crying like children along the upper rounds of the wooden stair that traversed the shaft.

   Children as young as three years were taken into the mines.  One miner stated to the commissioners that he took his child, only three years old, into the pit with him.  It was made to follow him into his room and hold a candle for him, and when the child became overcome with fatigue he cradled it upon the coals.  Some of the pit women tied their children to their apron strings to prevent them wandering away into the old working and losing themselves.  This horrible fact was, however, an exceptional case, nor was it the custom of employing women in mines general. In the thick coals of Billston, Dudley and Wolverhamdon, women were never employed in mines, and in the north of Eng[land         ] and t[       ]been volunt[arily abolished] since 1780.
  If the colored people of the United States have reason to honor the name of Abraham Lincoln for freeing the colored slaves of this country, the women of England should honor the memory of Queen Victoria, for it was one of the first acts of her administration which emancipated the pit women of Great Britain from a system of white slavery more cruyel than the worst form of negro bondage.  One pit woman of Scotland said to the commissioners: "You must just tell Queen Victoria that we are quiet, loyal subjects and that women in Scotland do not mind hard work, and that the Queen would have the blessings of all the Scotch pit women if she would get them out of the pits and find them other labor."

1. Trapper boys opened and closed underground ventilation doors -- Shorpy
2. The Mines and Collieries Act 1842 prevented boys under the age of ten and all females from working underground -- Wikipedia
3. A mountain on the shore of Loch Lomond which is 3,196 feet tall. -- Wikipedia

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Quincy, Illinois, newspaper archives

   Wouldn't you like to know what your ancestor had for supper on June 19, 1917?
   My wife knows.
   On that date her father had beef stew, sliced beets, baked corn pudding and ice tea.
   He didn't record it, but The Quincy (Illinois) Daily Journal did in an article headlined "Notes of Camp Parker" published June 20, 1917.

   Camp Parker was the training camp for the Fifth Regiment of the Illinois National Guard and Paul Hendrickson was a cornet player in the regimental band. The band was "working hard, practicing twice a day," the article reports.
   This insight is thanks to the Quincy Public Library's Quincy Historical Newspaper Archive which I discovered not too long ago. Newspapers published in Quincy from 1835 to 1919 have been digitized and indexed. It's a wonderful source and easily searched. If you happen to have ancestors in Quincy (western Illinois or eastern Missouri) check it out.
   I don't have ancestors there that I know of, but I do have an interest in my father-in-law's time in Quincy in 1917 with the Illinois National Guard.

   I've printed several articles from the Daily Journal and transcribed three of them so far and added them to my website. More will follow as time permits.
   I've also started adding some images from postcards I recently scanned relating to Paul's service in Quincy and at Camp Logan in Houston, Texas. More will follow.

Saturday, July 30, 2011

With Nannie's help

   I never met Nannie Jeter. She died about a year and a half before I was born.
   That is . . . until today.
   I received a request through FindAGrave for a photo of her headstone in Midway Cemetery near Midway, Kentucky.
   The cemetery itself was easy enough to find even though I hadn't been there before.

   It's a lovely cemetery, but very big.  When I parked the car I said to my wife, "This is a waste of time. We'll never find it."
   I didn't have a map or a section number, just the name.
   But we got out and started to walk as we've done for years, scanning the stones we could see from the roadway looking for Jeter.
   No luck.

   Finally I stopped. "Come on, Nannie. Show me."
   I wandered rather aimlessly, I thought, repeating the mantra, "Show me, Nannie."
   Finally I stopped and turned and faced a row of stones. There about 10 feet away . . . was Nannie's stone.


   It was scary. It was chilling. It raised the hair on the back of my neck.
   Was it blind luck or . . . something else?
   I don't know and I don't wish to start a debate.
   But, "Thank you, Nannie!"

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Look on the back

   Since finishing reorganizing my research notes, I've tried to concentrate on scanning pictures from my mother's "Ancestor Albums."
   On a majority of the pages, particularly the first ones I worked with, the pictures were pasted down.
   But, the last few I've worked with my mother started using photo corners. With the pictures in corners, the options were to risk damaging the photos by taking them out or scan them in place.
   At first I opted to scan them in place but then I decided to try to get one out without damaging it.

   Holy Cow! Look what's on the back -- names and dates my mother had not written on the scrapbook pages next to the photo.
   This photo was the biggest treasure so far. When I got it out of the corners and turned it over I found it was a postcard which the woman in the picture, my great aunt Edith (Carrigan) Elliott had sent to her mother, my great grandmother, Rose Ann (Rogers) Carrigan.
   The stamp had been peeled off and the postmark date was unreadable, but my mother had identified the baby in the picture as Floyd Elliott, born 25 May 1911. It would seem from the age of the child that the picture was taken later in that year and probably mailed soon after -- perhaps November 4, 1911.

   The card was addressed to Mrs. Rose Carrigin, Georgetown, Illinois, RR.
   The message was "Hello - Ma what do you think of this picture why dont you cone up I have got a quilt in good By Edith"

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Why am I doing genealogy?

   And, what direction should my future efforts take?
   An excellent post, "Organizing Those Documents and Photos" by Lorine McGinnis Schultze at Olive Tree Genealogy Blog, and some wonderful comments, particularly one by The Grandmother Here, really got me to thinking.
   I started to add a comment, but realized two things.  I needed to mull over the ideas first, and what I wanted to say might not fit in that little comment box.
  
   I had just finished a three-month project organizing my research notes (see I've GOT to get organized -- DONE!).  Yes, my notes are now in order.  If I need to find one, I think my chances are pretty good at being successful. 
   I didn't voice it, but in the beginning I thought if I organized my notes some repository, some place, some day would perhaps not want them, but take them.  Three months later, after looking at every single page -- from 45-year-old hand-scrawled notes to recent printouts of online digital records -- I don't think that any more.
   Other than the few one-of-a-kind "family archive" records, a good genealogist should be able to take my sources to a computer or a good library and reproduce them.
   Think about the transcripts of census records taken from scratched-up microfilm before the days of online digital records. Would you trust those? Wouldn't you go to the source and look at the original, a better original than I looked at 30 years ago?  


   Naw!  When I'm done with them, these file drawers are full of dumpster fodder.   And when I'm done with them will be when I quit doing genealogy (read that senile or dead).
   So I'm back to what Lorine is pondering, finding a way "To ensure that my research into my ancestry is passed on."  I am not going to throw away 45 years (and counting) of work. 
    So what's the answer?
   Lorine's current plan is binders for her ancestral lines only. She has children and grandchildren to pass them to.
   I have two wonderful children who have, to date, only shown mild interest in their ancestry.  That's probably my fault in not working to develop that interest.  I only have two step grandchildren, wonderful young people, but they have their own ancestry and it's not mine.


   There are always options.
   The first I've been doing for several years -- a web page -- http://www.jimgill.net.  But personal web pages are not permanent.  When I go, it will go.
   Online tree services.  But how permanent are they?
   I really like the look and feel of WeRelate, but I wonder if it will survive.  I only have time to do this once.
   I've recently been granted access to new.familysearch.org but haven't had the time to do more than read Randy Seaver's posts on Genea-Musings and experiment.  Data-wise, I suspect it's about as permanent as any could be, but there are problems.  For me those problems include no pictures, limited sources and wading through the morass of unsourced documents.  In all fairness, my first post connected me with a cousin I didn't know I had. 


   So what's the answer?
  For me, I think it will be paper -- not that I won't upload my whole RootsMagic database some day.  RM has created a very nice interface to new.familysearch making it, I suspect, about as easy as it can get.
   I'm not sure how I'm going to do it yet, but I will be investigating what I can do with RootsMagic and my recently upgraded version of  Serif PagePlus X5.  Between the two of them I should be able to produce pages of genealogy and pages of pictures that can be printed in multiple copies for family and interested libraries.
   I will keep you posted on my progress.


   As a final note, I was delighted to read the comment by The Grandmother Here who wrote, "The joy is in the journey.  Searching and finding is what I enjoy."
   Yes!!!  So do I!
   Maybe that's why I have so many green folders in my file drawers -- sources I've found but never entered into my RootsMagic.
   Without doubt, I'd rather be searching any day.
   Although . . . I've got to get that information into RootsMagic.  I can't go online with it or to paper if I don't. 

Friday, June 17, 2011

I've GOT to get organized -- DONE!

   Yes! Hallelujah!
   And, it only took three months.
   Five file drawers full of research notes are now in proper order. Notes are in color-coded folders. All notes for which sources could be even remotely identified are entered in my List of Sources Searched (LSS) database.
   I didn't plan on this step, but any obituaries or documents such as birth records, death records etc. have been scanned and the original records put into sheet protectors and sorted by family into three-ring binders. Prints of the documents are in the notes folders.

   Some final statistics: 108 ancestral names and 8,045 sources in my LSS.
   This project has been a humbling experience. My file drawers are a sea of green folders. Those are the ones with the notes that have not been entered into my RootsMagic. I enjoy research and I think I'm pretty good at finding information. But . . . that doesn't make me a good genealogist.
   That's one of the next projects -- entering that mass of data into my RootsMagic, turning the green folders into blue folders (sources entered). That may take years!
   I'll also review my families in RM. Some of the sources are from previous generations of database programs tracing back to PAF. They need to be corrected to EE style.
   I also need to send for official birth, marriage and death records to replace my abstracts and transcriptions.

   The other next project is pictures. We have hundreds, maybe thousands of albums, prints and slides from our families. They need to be culled, organized, scanned etc. A new CanoScan 8800F scanner sits on my desk and archival supplies are in-house from Gaylord to make a good start. I have to give a tip of the hat to Gaylord. I've had two orders with them recently and their service was exceptional -- delivery in 2-3 days.
   I think I'll focus on pictures for a while.
   Although . . . there is that roll of microfilm on order of Montgomery County, Ohio, tax records.
   What can I say, I'm addicted.