Showing posts with label Family History. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Family History. Show all posts

Sunday, June 2, 2013

National Geographic Project DNA Results

The National Geographic ancestry results came back, and I've been slightly confused and intrigued. Here is the breakdown of my results.

The Mediterranean and Southwest Asian percentages are what confused me the most. I never considered my heritage to be Mediterranean or Asian. But from what I understand, the National Geographic Project analyzes ancient DNA. The Mediterranean and Southwest Asian components reflect the out of Africa theory, in that all Europeans originally came from the hunting and gathering and farming populations in Northern Africa and Southern Europe. 
My reference populations are British and German. These are the modern populations I am most genetically similar to. I was surprised that I was not from a Scandinavian reference group, but the only reference group in that category is Finnish and Danish. Finns and Danes are 57% and 53% percent Northern European, which I am not.

I am also intrigued about the Native American percentage. I emailed the National Geographic Project and they said this percentage is indeed very small. The individual contributing this DNA would probably go back six generations. It could be that the rumors are true about my paternal grandmother's female line in Newfoundland, or it could be that one of my ancestors in Michigan had some Native American ancestry.  My only American born great-grandparent, David M. Taylor, is the only g-grandparent I have had difficulty tracing. How ironic!

Saturday, January 26, 2013

The Mysterious Case of the Burning Norwegian Cheese

As I have written about before on my blog, my grandfather Hjalmar ate a Norwegian brown goat cheese called ekte gjetost nearly everyday. He would slice the cheese very thinly, then place it on rye bread or crackers, with a slab of butter. If he ate it plain he would place a slice on the roof of his mouth, and slowly suck. He claimed it was delicious, but it was a most unappealing looking cheese.

None of my other family members joined him in consuming this delicacy. In fact, to us the cheese resembled a hunk of brown soap that you'd scrub a goat with, rather than eat.

When I visited Norway in my twenties in the spirit of acquiring family culture, I decided to try ekte gjetost (pronounced yed-oost). It has a very pungent taste and smell, and I quickly understood why my grandfather sliced the cheese very thinly. The Scandinavians also call it Brunost, because it is caramelized and loaded with sugar. I acquired a taste for this cheese. 

Indeed it is very delicious with rye bread and honey and jam especially.

In the United States Brunost is usually only available in specialty grocery stores like Whole Foods, or now online I'm sure. In the 1990s I used to find it at a specialty store in Harvard Square. Afterwards I did not see the cheese for awhile, until I went to the Norwegian Cultural Festival. I thought I better stock up, so I bought a huge block of gjetost. It had a dark blue and yellow plastic wrapping, with happy, dancing goats all over it.

This cheese lasted an eternity in my refrigerator. (there's no such thing as mold on Norwegian cheese, unlike those delicate French cheeses!!)

On NPR this week I heard that there was a freaky truck accident in Norway involving a truck load of brunost. The truck crashed and got stuck in a tunnel, caught on fire, and then burned for six days, blocking all the traffic for two miles. No one would ever expect 54,000 pounds of cheese to burn so long.

This event occurred in Knarvik Norway, which happens to be the area of Norway where my grandfather was born. In fact my great grandmother Henrikka Hansdatter was from Knarvik, Lindas Norway. 

Isn't it good, Norwegian brunost?
While I suppose the blocked traffic was an inconvenience, including the toxic flames, I can imagine the local Norwegians must have also had a good laugh. The smell alone must have been quite noticeable for miles. 

I know my grandfather would be cracking up right now, if he heard the story.

Monday, December 24, 2012

Grandmother's Ornaments

My mom gave me some xmas ornaments that belonged to my grandmother. I think I might have given her the bird ornament. The horses are very unique; I wish I could find out how old they are. I know my mom had some other ornaments belonging to my grandmoher, that definitely were from the 1930's or 1940's. I wonder if my aunt has them? Or were they were lost or broken?

Sunday, December 16, 2012

DNA Ancestry Results

Hordaland traditional dress- my grandfather was born in 
this area, but knowing him, never wore these knickers
Here are the results I received from Ancestry.com about my DNA testing. The amount of information given is somewhat disappointing, but the results are also surprising. I am more genetically Scandinavian than I thought. According to my understanding, I should be 25% Norwegian, but here I am 51% Norwegian. It occurred to me that Ancestry did not do a genetic analysis at all, but just went by the % of the family tree I submitted. I certainly have been able to trace more of my Scandinavian ancestors than my other ancestors, so is that why I'm 51% Norwegian? Hopefully it was a true analysis of my sample. I am Norwegian, Irish, and English.

My g-grandmother was born in Rathkeale, Limerick Ireland
Fortingbridge, England -where the ggg grandfather Pinhorn came from
Of course now I want more information, so I've ordered a DNA kit from National Geographic too. Hopefully this analysis will prove to be a bit more illuminating. For example, what is the 5% unknown?  

Places where ancestors were born: 
Canada 38%
Norway 35% 
England 14% 
USA 9% 
Other 4%
Area of Norway where most of my ancestors lived, 
particularly Lindas

Genetic Ethnicity

  • Scandinavian
     51%
  • British Isles
     44%
  • Uncertain
     5%

    My Dale ancestors emigrated from Cornwell, England

Saturday, November 10, 2012

What's in your DNA?

I have recently received my Ancestry.com DNA kit in the mail. Soon I will spit into a tube and send off my bodily fluids to be analyzed. There are other choices for DNA analysis, like the National Geographic option, that may be more detailed and encompassing, but I talked to a friend and she said her first and cheaper choice was the Ancestry.com offer. If the Ancestry.com results are tantalizing and bring more questions and curiosity, then I'll likely go for the National Geographic analysis too, and will probably try to get my father to submit. Before I get the results, I thought I would write about my expectations. What surprises might there be? What will unlikely be a surprise at all? 
Expected:
  • I would expect that about 60 percent of my DNA ancestry should be from the British Isles-- England and Ireland. 
  • I know I have some Scandinavian DNA. 
  • I'm probably all Northern European.
Surprises or Questions to be answered: 
  • Do I have any German ancestry? Was my great-grandfather on my father's side, David Miller Taylor, German? 
  • Do I have any Native American blood? Did my great-grandmother Jedidah Pinhorn have an indigenous female relative in Canada?
  •  Do I have French ancestry? Perhaps? 
  •  Can the DNA test tell me how far back my Norwegian ancestry goes? 
  • It would be a real shocker if I had Asian or African American blood, but you never know.  
  • Were my ancestors ancient Druids? 

I don't know if DNA analysis will tell you anything more than what you can research in documents. I suppose it should, since DNA should go back before people kept records. We shall see.....

Sunday, September 2, 2012

The Disturbing Case

In 1974 my family moved from my grandmother's house to a new three family only six blocks away. I know it was ridiculous, but I missed my grandmother terribly and didn't want to move. My father had bought a very run-down three family in Somerville, Ma. It was the most he could afford at the time. The house was a mess and I disliked living there. My Dad had to refurbish the other two apartments before he could refurbish ours. Never mind the outside of the house. I was embarrassed to have my friends see where I lived. We lived with plaster walls and dirty floors for a long time. 

When we moved in, an old couple named Gallison lived on the first floor, and they moved out not too long afterwards. I don't remember ever seeing them. All I can remember about them is that they painted the stained glass windows black, the windows on the china cabinet, and kept the shades drawn always. It was weird, and even creepier was the basement of the house. I remember in one corner of the cellar there was a bed, beers cans and trash everywhere. Their son had lived in the basement of the house on and off. 

I also remember finding a set of rosary beads in the basement. Raised as a Protestant in a sea of Catholics, I was intrigued with Catholic icons, but these beads gave me a sense of evil and bad karma. Some awful vibes lingered in that cellar. 

A few years later we found out that the son that lived on and off in the basement of our house-- Edward R. Gallison-- was indicted for murder. I remember sketchy details of the case. Something about dismembering his two children and putting them in the trash. We were horrified, but without the internet and mass media at the time we didn't know much about the facts. I can't remember how we found out, but more than likely my detailed oriented mom found an article in the local paper. 

I put the story out of my mind, but I remember having a nightmare about the family on first floor dismembering their children, putting them in a trash bag, and burying them on the side of our house. I can't recall if this dream was before or after the revelation about our former residents. I recall it as a haunting premonition.

Anyway, the other day I decided to look up the case. After some searching, I found the actual write up of the court trail in 1981. The details I remember are basically factual. The true story is that Edward and his wife Denise were convicted of manslaughter and child abuse and neglect of their two year old daughter Jennifer. They also were convicted of abuse of their son. They received 18 to 20 years.

It is unclear how exactly Jennifer died, whether she was deliberately beaten or died of illness and neglect or all three. It is also unclear which parent abused the child, or both. In any case this horrid incident happened during the blizzard of 1978, and the parents kept Jennifer's body in an unheated room in the apartment for six weeks. Edward then disposed of Jennifer in the trash, though Denise says he dismembered Jennifer first and laughed about it. He denies this though there was a knife and ax found with blood on it. Analysis at the time could not determine if it was human blood, or whose blood. Jennifer's body was never found.

The case was instrumental in Massachusetts as a rallying cry to improve state funding for agencies working on the behalf on abused children. A hotline was subsequently set up in Massachusetts because of Jennifer's case. I guess it's somewhat comforting to realize that something good came from the case. In fact Governor Michael Dukakis was criticized for not setting up the hotline fast enough, or putting enough money into it. It's ironic how the rallying cry now is for reduction of government and state funding. 
 
I don't know what happened to Denise and Edward Gallison, and how long they served their sentences. Let's hope it was long enough.

A picture of Jennifer Gallison, being held up by her former foster parent

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

The Good Old Days

It's been 67 years this month since the end of WWII. Saturday night I was sitting around with my Dad, Mom, Aunt, and an 85 year old neighbor of my cousin's. My Dad is old enough to remember the end of the war. He was ten and my aunt was 11. He remembers my grandmother running out onto Allston Street in East Cambridge and banging pots and shouting with all the other ladies. The end of the war meant their sons (and daughters perhaps) were coming home. At least some were.

My mom doesn't remember the actual day, but she remembers other wartime realities like rationed butter. My Mom said the butter was white, and there was a little dot of yellow something on the top you'd mix in to turn it yellow. She also remembers raid drills and climbing under her desk at school. My Dad recalls getting into the movies with a handful of metal scrap. The neighbor, who is a little older than my parents, said she was in NYC at the end of the war. She recalls a parade going down 5th avenue. She said she saw Eisenhower and Truman go by in an open convertible.

Of course here is one of the most famous pictures of the end of WWII, taken in Times Square. Greta Friedman, a nurse at the time, and George Mendonsa, are the subjects of the photograph. (Many people over the years have tried to claim this photograph, but it has finally been established it is Greta and George). Here are Greta and George reunited today. When George grabbed and kissed Greta on that evening in 1945, he did not know her. In fact he married another woman he was on a date with that night....

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Distribution of Family Names

There's a nifty application that provides you with the distribution of last names in the United States and Canada. I looked up some of my grandparents and great-grandparents surnames. Not surprisingly, Taylor is the most common name.In regards to my family history research, however, Taylor is not really our family name. Supposedly my great-grandfather was adopted by Taylors because his parents were killed, though we have never confirmed this. His surname was Miller or Muller, and he was born in Wisconsin. Ironically, the one great-grandparent I have that was born in the United States is untraceable! Whereas in Norway I was able to trace branches of the parental line going back to the early 1600's. In Canada and England I've gone back to the 1700's.

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

What My Grandfathers Made in 1940

Grandparents Gwen & Hjalmar on left, 1930's
With the 1940 census just being released at the beginning of April, 2012, I've already perused it. Most of the information I know, like the names of my family members, and their birth dates, etc... Though it is still exciting to witness history captured in time, the census seemingly doesn't add much detail to the family story. However the 1940 census recorded salary information, so I looked up what each of my grandfathers made in 1940. 

Surprisingly, both were employed, which I guess during the Depression was a feat in itself. Not surprisingly, my grandfather Taylor (my dad's father) made more money than my grandfather Grimstad. I say 'not surprisingly' because my grandfather Taylor was a U.S. citizen. My mother's father, on the other hand, was a Norwegian immigrant and also not a U.S. citizen at the time. I'm assuming it made a difference in terms of employment opportunities. 
  
My grandfather in 1957, still at Elliott
I know my grandfather Grimstad worked as a painter, and probably received a salary 'under the table.' He made 340 dollars in the year 1940. My dad's father William worked as a printer machinist at The Elliott Addressing Machine Company in Cambridge. The building still stands in Central Sq. In fact, my grandfather William served as an auxiliary military police officer during the war from 1943-44, as a guard for the company. In 1940, he made 1,130 dollars.

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

1940 Federal Census

On April 2, 2012, the 1940 Federal Census of the United States will be released. For amateur genealogists like me, this is exciting news. I was very interested when the 1930 census was released ten years ago. My parents and grandparents will be on the 1940 census, living in Cambridge and Somerville, Massachusetts. Actually my mom might have still been living in Chelsea at the time. We will see. The census is released after 72 years.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

The Locks of Hair

I suppose all mothers do this, though it seems somewhat morbid--- I don't know why. I read a book by Edward Ball called "The Genetic Strand: Exploring a Family History through DNA." Edward Ball is the same author that wrote: "Slaves in the Family," a fantastic book about genealogy and American history. The "Genetic Strand" is all about how Ball inherited an old desk from a distant cousin, only to find several hair strands of his ancestors in a hidden drawer. He was able to analyze the DNA and get a clearer picture of his ancestry.

Here is my hair from a tender age, that my mother lopped off and kept. I guess I was a little more blonde back then.
My Braid June 3, 1970 age 6:11
Lock of Hair age 1 1/2 1965

Thursday, July 21, 2011

1930 Census

In April, 2011, the 1940 American Census will be available for research. For amateur genealogists like me, that's very exciting news. Although the census will (perhaps) not reveal any information I don't already know, just seeing it will be interesting. Here is my great-grandmother, Margaret Downing, in Chelsea on the 1930 Census. My grandmother is Gwendolyn.

United States Census, 1930 for Margaret Downing


Name: Margaret Downing
Event: Census
Event Date: 1930
Event Place: Chelsea, Suffolk, Massachusetts
Gender: Female
Age: 41
Marital Status: Widowed
Race: White
Birthplace: Ireland
Estimated Birth Year: 1889
Immigration Year: 1925
Relationship to Head of Household: Head
Father's Birthplace: England
Mother's Birthplace: Ireland

HouseholdGenderAge
  Margaret Downing F41
Child Henry R Downing M23
Child Cyril Downing M19
Child Cecil Downing M18
Child Gwendolyn Downing F16
Child Leslie Downing M9
Child Mildred Downing F4

Martin Wonson M40
Child Isabelle Wonson F22



Grandmother at time of census
















 


































Friday, March 12, 2010

The Pinhorns of Scilly Cove, Newfoundland, Canada

As you may know I've completed or attempted quite a lot of family research. It's the love of history and the unknown past that motivates me. My paternal grandmother, Rachel Charlotte Andrews (1903-1997), was born in a hamlet in Trinity Bay, Newfoundland called Winterton. In former days it was called Scilly Cove. Through the years I have visited Winterton three times. Of course I still have lots of relatives there.

It was with great luck on my third visit that I found out about my great-grandmother Jedidah Pinhorn's family line. A man and woman in town, both descendants of the same great-great-great-great grandfather, had traced the family. Not surprisingly, they had very inaccurate information about our immediate family, since my grandmother emigrated to America in the 1920's.

The Pinhorn families (three brothers) originally migrated to Newfoundland, Canada in the 1600's from England. Here is a picture of some of the Pinhorn ancestors.

My Pinhorn Line in Winterton













The woman seated is Minnie Pinhorn, & the man standing is Abraham Pinhorn (not confirmed). The woman on the right is definitely my great-grandmother Jedidah Pinhorn.


Generation No. 1


1. BENJAMIN PINHORN was born 1737 in Fordingbridge, Hampshire, England. He married (1) ELIZABETH PITEE. She was born 1754. He married (2) ELIZABETH. She died 1759. He married (3) ELIZABETH. She died 1762.

Child of BENJAMIN PINHORN and ELIZABETH PITEE is:
2. i. BENJAMIN PINHORN, b. 1754; d. 1818, Winterton, Newfoundland, Canada.

Children of BENJAMIN PINHORN and ELIZABETH are:
ii. JOSEPH PINHORN, b. 1759; d. 1826.
iii. WILLIAM PINHORN, b. 1757; d. 1818.

Child of BENJAMIN PINHORN and ELIZABETH is:
iv. MARY PINHORN, b. 1761; m. SAMUEL MORRISS.

Generation No. 2

2. BENJAMIN PINHORN (BENJAMIN1) was born 1754, and died 1818 in Winterton, Newfoundland, Canada. He married ELIZABETH 1784. She was born 1772, and died December 20, 1847.

Children of BENJAMIN PINHORN and ELIZABETH are:
i. EMMA PINHORN, b. 1785.
ii. SARAH PINHORN, b. 1788.
iii. ELIZABETH PINHORN, b. 1790.
iv. JOHN PINHORN, b. 1794, Scilly Cove, Newfoundland; d. 1814.
v. BENJAMIN PINHORN, b. 1797.
vi. ROBERT PINHORN, b. 1800.
vii. LYDIA PINHORN, b. 1802; d. 1882.
viii. WILLIAM PINHORN, b. 1803, Scilly Cove, Newfoundland.
ix. MARY PINHORN, b. 1808.

Generation No. 3

3. WILLIAM PINHORN (BENJAMIN2, BENJAMIN1) was born 1803 in Scilly Cove, Newfoundland. He married MARY.

Children of WILLIAM PINHORN and MARY are:
i. BENJAMIN PINHORN, b. 1842; d. September 29, 1913.
ii. ELIZABETH PINHORN, b. 1845, Scilly Cove, Newfoundland; d. 1915; m. HUBERT REID.
iii. SAMUEL PINHORN, b. 1846, Scilly Cove, Newfoundland; d. 1924; m. ALICE RYAN.
iv. RACHEL PINHORN, b. 1849.
v. WILLIAM PINHORN, b. 1853, Scilly Cove, Newfoundland; d. 1926.
vi. ROBERT PINHORN, b. 1855; d. 1934.
Generation No. 4

4. BENJAMIN PINHORN (WILLIAM3, BENJAMIN2, BENJAMIN1) was born 1842, and died September 29, 1913. He married ELLEN DOWNEY. She was born 1850, and died 1898.

Children of BENJAMIN PINHORN and ELLEN DOWNEY are:
i. MARGARET PINHORN, b. 1873; d. 1958; m. AMBROSE CHURCHILL.
ii. MARY MARIA 'MINNIE' PINHORN, b. 1876; d. 1952. m. Daniel Hindy
iii. SARAH PINHORN, b. 1881; m. JAMES HARNUM.
iv. JEDIDAH PINHORN, b. 1882, Winterton, Newfoundland, d. 1945
v. ABRAHAM PINHORN, b. 1884; d. 1958; m. AMELIA JANE ADEY.
vi. WILLIAM HENRY PINHORN, b. 1886; m. FRANCES COATES.

Generation No. 5

6. JEDIDAH PINHORN (BENJAMIN4, WILLIAM3, BENJAMIN2, BENJAMIN1) was born 1882 in Winterton, Newfoundland, Canada, and died 1945 in Winterton, Newfoundland, Canada. She married SAMUEL ANDREWS July 07, 1903. He was born September 17, 1879 in Winterton, Newfoundland, Canada, and died June 20, 1963 in Winterton, Newfoundland, Canada.

Children of JEDIDAH PINHORN and SAMUEL ANDREWS are:
i. RACHEL CHARLOTTE ANDREWS, b. September 1903, Winterton, Newfoundland, Canada; d. November 26, 1997.
ii. WILSON ANDREWS, b. July 16, 1905; d. March 03, 1977.
iii. SARAH ELIZABETH ANDREWS, b. August 13, 1908; d. 1994.
iv. NEHEMIAH ANDREWS, b. June 10, 1911; d. 1997; m. BESSIE HISCOCK.



Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Letters From Norway

Sadly, my grandfather Hjalmar never returned to Norway after his youth. Except for one brother, Nikolai, who was lost at sea during W.W.II, the rest of his family never left Norway to visit the states. My grandfather left behind his mother Hendrikke (she died in 1956), three sisters Bertha, Gunhild, and Borghild, and four brothers Nils, Hans, Klaus, and Johan.

Over the years the family corresponded by letters and cards. In the 30's, 40's, and 50's my mother remembers getting packages with home-made mittens, hats, and
scarfs. Apparently my grandfather's sister Gunhild was very talented at knitting and embroidery. In the 1960's and 1970's correspondence tapered off to an occasional holiday card.

When my grandfather passed away in 1986, we sent a letter to Norway informing his family. At the time we were not even sure if any of his siblings were still living. It turns out his sister Bertha, and brothers Klaus, Johan, and Nils were still in Norway. Thus began a re-correspondence, as I took up interest in reacquainting with the family. It was difficult, as the oldsters only wrote in Norwegian, and could not read or speak in English.

Hjalmar's sister Bertha, who was in her 80's at the time, was the sister I corresponded with. Unlike my grandfather, Bertha's personality was cheerful and interactive. From the late 1980's to the early 1990's, we wrote to each other several times until her death in 1994.

In 1992, I went to visit Norway and met Bertha and Klaus. It was a joyous occasion and one of the most memorable of my life. Bertha seemed at peace to finally meet one member of her long lost family. When she saw me, she clapped her hands and said in Norwegian, "Oh yes! I can see the resemblance!"
Below is the translation of a letter sent by Bertha.




--------------------------------------------------Klaus, Great-grandmother, Bertha, Nikolai

"Dear all of you! Hearty thanks for your letter and the pictures you sent us. We become thereby better known to each other. Those who see John (my uncle) say he resembles Kjell (his cousin). Yes we miss Nils who was always the happy boy from when he was little. He and Hjalmar and Klausen were inseparable. Now we are all old. Johan has had the same as Hjalmar-- heart infraction. It was rather light, so Johan could come home from the hospital. He has help in the house 3 times a week.

Klaus playing his fiddle in 1992, and as a young man

You write about a trip to Norway. Don't know if I can manage such visits now. Had it been 10 years ago it would have been nice for us. We waited for Hjalmar for a long time. Many regards to your mother for us. You have a lovely mother and Hjalmar had a good wife. I shall buy a frame for the nice picture of her.


I will become 85 this summer, so you can understand my writing is not as good as it used to be and I have some trouble gathering my thoughts. I am happy for what I am. I do things around the house okay. We are fine, but there is alot of evil in the world today which destroys a lot of people. We expect Kjell to come home. He will help Klaus with some work.

You write something about the house at home in Grimstad. In those days all houses were built with two livingrooms, kitchen, a hallway, a loft upstairs, and 2 rooms and a hallway. Where we slept as children we called ..... . There were 4 beds, and the boys slept 2 and 2 together in one bed. I can remember my mother banging with a broom handle to wake us in the morning so we could eat and go to school at 9. It was fun. We were 8 neighbors in Grimstad and a lot of boys.

It took a long time before you got an answer back. I have had a bad knee and was not allowed to walk on that foot without support. I am better after I got medication from the doctor.

These houses in Nymark are big houses. We used to be two families. Now we are only 2 people left. That's the way it goes. Those days were cozy when we were all alive. Hearty greetings to all of you from all of us--- Klaus, Johan, and Bertha. You must give many regards to your mother! I will send more pictures later!

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Merchant Seaman

My grandfather, Hjalmar Nilson Grimstad, was a merchant seaman or 'merchant marine' for many years. During the early 1930's he worked for the Department of Commerce, particularly the Bureau of Navigation and Shipping Service. As a sailor on various freight ships, he had the opportunity to sail to Panama and the West coast of South America. He may have been as far as Argentina. After each voyage, he was 'discharged' from service. Through 1929 to 1932 he was discharged in Baltimore and New York, and then later in 1933 in Boston, where he ended up settling and getting married.

He kept records of the various ships he sailed on. Interestingly, one of the ships he sailed was called the S.S. Carolyn, and it was the only ship I could find a picture of! Unfortunately, this ship was later utilized during W.W. II and was torpedoed and sunk in 1945.



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Monday, August 10, 2009

Naturalization Papers

I just took a course about bilingual children and education in America. I learned a lot about language, language loss, and second language acquisition. I thought a lot about my grandfather's eventual loss of Norwegian through the years. We also discussed immigration and culture, and the 'American Story' in general.

Below are two documents aptly illustrating my family's story-- the naturalization papers of my great-grandmother Mary Margaret Downing and my grandmother Margaret Gwendolyn Grimstad.

As an amateur genealogist, if you can find the naturalization records of your ancestor, you will glean a lot of information. Some of the details given are birthplace, port of entry to the United States, children, address, physical description, signature, and usually a photograph. There is a website, Footnote.com, that has naturalization papers, but it costs money to access them.

Obviously I didn't get my height from this side of the family!

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Thursday, November 13, 2008

Grandmother's Quips

My maternal grandmother had an awesome sense of humor. She often repeated odd turns of phrase and told many a joke. I've been trying to remember all her quips and jokes, and write them down. Help family! I may keep adding to this list:

"This is the Westinghouse. And I'm westing."

"For years they called it yelly. And now they calls it yam."


Woman to husband: "There's 3 kinds of turds in this world. Mustard. Custard. And you you big shit."

"I ain't worried about your carfare. It's your welfare."

"Copacetic!"


As she bends over stiffly to pick something up: "How to keep from going old!"

As she says something very obvious: "Shakespeare!"


"An old Italian man goes into town to sign up for social security. When he gets there, he realizes he forgot the papers to prove his age. After he gets home he tells his wife: "I forgot my papers! I had to show the young lady the gray hairs on my chest to prove my age!" Wife quips: "You should have showed her something else. You would have got disability."


After many days in the house. "Get me out of here. I've got cabin fever."


"Skal vi ga hjem?" (Norwegian: Shall we go home?)

Person 1: "Hey, Did you hear about the gas explosion at Ma and Pa's?"
Person 2: "No, What happened?"
Person 1: "The roof came clear off."
Person 2: "Oh my."
Person 1: "Yeah. It's the first time ma and pa have been out together in years."

Person 1 (digging the butt of his trousers)
Person 2 "You going to the movies?"
Person 1 "No."
Person 2 "Well, you're picking your seat."

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Come over and see me sometime.....

Ernest Leslie Downing (grandmother's brother); Lillian Downing (sister in law) Cyril Downing (brother)
Here are some fun pictures of my grandmother and her friends and relatives in the early 1930's. I love the 'flapper' fashions of the time. What a fun era that must of been to experience! "A flapper" refers to a young woman who defied the times. The style of the day called for short, bobbed hair, short skirts, fancy hats, and clunky shoes. Women no longer wore corsets. After the end of W.W. I and the passage of the right to vote, women enjoyed more liberties. Many even began smoking, drinking, and driving cars! Oh my!
Lillian Downing; friend; Cecil Downing (grandmother's brother);Isabel Downing (grandmother's sister)

Prohibition was a desperate, conservative response to the excesses of the Roaring Twenties. My great-grandmother Mary Margaret solved the problem of Prohibition by having a whiskey distillery in her apartment in Chelsea. At the time, my grandmother's brother Cecil was a merchant marine and fisherman. My Norwegian grandfather Hjalmar was a seaman too. After many a fishing trip, Cecil would invite 'the guys' to his mother's house. That's how my grandparents met.
Grandmother Gwen and Lillian Downing

Saturday, October 11, 2008

All in the Family


granddaughter............................... grandmother

It's a bit uncanny, but I guess expected too, how family resemblances will skip generations, or appear if you compare people at similar ages. Here's a view of some members of my family......


niece.............................................................................aunt

niece (left).........................................................................aunt in Norway (3rd from left)

mother (back, 3rd from left) ....................................daughter

son, age 5 .....................................mother, left, about same age