Thursday, March 31, 2011

Tressa Rose Froman, Not Forgotten

Tressa Rose Froman was born in 1867 in Mercer County, Pennsylvania, according to family records. Since she died in 1936, it seems strange that no family records record her birth day and month.

The 1900 U. S. census tells me that she was born in March, 1867. Her name on the census is recorded as Rose Doyle. Further research led me to the book, Good Hope Church, Lutheran and Reformed: West Salem Township, Mercer County, Pennsylvania. Parish Records, 1805-1861 by Paul Miller Ruff, where I found the following entry:
Baptism No. 563
Name of Baptized: Theresa
Date of Birth (or Baptism): 24 May 1868
Parents: John Fromman and Catharine
Sponsors: Parents, F. Pilgran
It seems likely, but do not know definitively, that this is my Tressa Froman. I attempted to obtain copies of the original records, hoping they might show more information, but was told they were unavailable.

As I was searching for a photograph to post I realized that other than her marriage photo, this is the only one I have of Tressa. I also noticed that in the background of the photo with this post, faint and barely discernable, there is a quilt hanging on the clothesline. Perhaps she made it. Tressa (or Maw as she was called) enjoyed quilting and made a beautiful wedding ring quilt which she gave to my father.

Though I don't know the exact day she was born, I am pleased to remember and celebrate Maw's birthday. Happy Birthday, Maw! I hope it was fabulous, whichever day it was.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Round Glasses and The Girl with An Itch

Two things stand out to me in this photograph. First, that two of the girls are wearing almost identical round glasses. Round must havee been the popular style in the late 1920s, at least for girls. I think I've been looking at some of these old photos too much because when I went to choose new glasses last week, the round frames kept calling to me, "Choose us!" I didn't choose the roundest. Perhaps I'll get brave and show you my new frames when they come in.

Second, that the little girl, front left, has an awful itch. You can imagine the photographer looking through the lens seeing smiling children, all nicely posed and standing still, and at that very second before the camera lens clicked open, up went the hand. Poor Betty, being memorialized as the girl with the itch. And such a squinched up face to go with it. She makes me laugh.

These are Meinzen cousins, children of W. C. Robert Meinzen and his sisters, Wilhelmina (Mina) Elizabeth Meinzen Harris and Belle Meinzen Hashman. My mom wrote the names on the border of the photograph (which I cropped to get a larger photo). Strangely, she used childhood surnames for several of the children, married surnames for others, and only initials instead of first names for some.

Front row, left to right: Betty Harris, "Baby Girl" Meinzen, Geraldine (Jeree) Meinzen, and B. H. Probert
Back row, left to right: G. Hashman, Sid Harris, and Audrey Meinzen (my mom)

Betty's and Sid's mom, Mina, raised poodles and we see them in several other photographs from this time period.

This photo was almost definitely taken in Steubenville, Ohio, where the Harrises and Hashmans lived. The distance between Mineral Ridge and Steubenville was a day's travel at the time this photo was taken. Though the cousins enjoyed spending time together, it probably didn't happen as often as they would have liked.

My mom, Audrey Meinzen (back right), was born in June, 1915, and looks to be about 14, so I'm guessing this photo was taken in about 1928 or 1929.

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Thursday, March 24, 2011

Searching for Thomas Smith, Sr.

Is there a more common surname than Smith? And though "Thomas" is not the most popular given name, it must be one of them, at least in the early 1800s. And here I am searching for Thomas Smith.

I know a family historian shouldn't made assumptions - unless she's willing to keep searching to find information to support her assumption. I am and so I've made some assumptions.

They are:
1) That Thomas Smith is the father of Rebecca Smith Bartley, as mentioned in Rebecca's anniversary article. If so, Thomas Smith is my great-great-great-grandfather.
2) That Thomas Smith and his family lived in Butler County, Pennsylvania (assumed because Rebecca and her husband, Dixon Bartley, lived there).
3) That Thomas Smith was born in 1802 or before (because the anniversary article says that Rebecca was 68 in 1888 (born about 182o) and her father probably would have been at least 18 when he became a father (therefore born in 1802 or before)).
4) That Thomas Smith may have been born in Butler County, Pennsylvania, or may have been born in Little York, Pennsylvania, based on information in the anniversary article. (Little York may have been in York County, Penna, or not.)
5) That Thomas Smith was still alive in 1850.

Sometimes when we're searching for someone we know so little about, we have to start somewhere, even if somewhere is with assumptions. Based on the assumptions above, I searched the 1850 U.S. census in Butler County for Thomas Smith.

There were four Thomas Smiths in Butler County in 1850. One, in Clearfield Township, was born about 1836. One, in Butler Township, was born about 1832. I discounted both of them because they were too young to be her father. (Rebecca was born about 1820 and was about 30 in 1850.) The other two lived in the same home in Parker Township. The older was 57, therefore born about 1793; the other was 18, therefore born about 1832.

The older Thomas Smith in this family is within the age range to be Rebecca's father. The eight young people living with him, ages 4 to 24, could be within age range to be Rebecca's siblings. It's also possible that the 24-year-old female could have been a single, divorced, or widowed daughter of Thomas and that several of the younger children were hers. (I love the later census records that name relationship to head of household! Don't you?)

I also searched the 1850 U.S. Agricultural Census and found Thomas Smith living in Parker Township, Butler County, Penna. He is the same man as on the 1850 U.S. Census based on the names of neighbors.

Thomas either died or moved before the 1860 U.S. Census. I already searched the Butler Area Public Library Obituary Index but did not find an obituary for Thomas. If I knew his wife's name perhaps I could find an obituary for her. The library continues to add obituaries so I'll search again later. Perhaps the Butler County Genealogical Society will have some information.

Aside from those two sources, I'm not sure what my next steps should be. The Butler County Courthouse is not one of those cordial and generous courthouses where searches are willingly and helpfully performed, but I suspect I need to find more information from county sources.

Is there anyone out there reading this who can suggest my next step? Thank you!
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1850 U.S. Census, Parker Township, Butler County, Pennsylvania, Written Page 721, Printed Page 373, Dwelling 864, Family 872, lines 20-28. September 13, 1850. From FamilySearch.org.


Thomas Smith, 57 years, male, farmer, $2000 real estated owned, born Pa.
Thomas Smith, 18 years, male, Do [ditto]
Rachel Smith, 16 years, female
Nelson, 14 years, male
Eloira, 24 years, female
Rosannah, 10 years, female
Sarah J., 8 years, female
William A, 6 years, male
Martha, 4 years, female

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1850 U.S. Federal Census, Non-Population Schedule, Agriculture, Written page 695, line 7. September 13, 1850. (From Pennsylvania Historical and Museum Commission)
Thomas Smith, 90 acres improved; 210 acres unimproved; 2000 cash value of farm; 100 value of farming improvements and machinery; 4 horses; 5 milch cows; 2 working oxen; 4 other cattle; 30 sheep; 2 swine; 284 value of livestock; 90 bushels wheat; 30 bushels rye; 50 bushels Indian corn; 350 bushes oats; 70 pounds wool; 15 bushels Irish potatoes; 60 bushels buckwheat; 5 dollars value of orchard products; 100 pounds butter; 5 tons hay; 15 pounds flax; 2 bushels flaxseed; 20 value of homemade manufactures; 42 [?] value of animals slaughtered
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Saturday, March 19, 2011

Beautiful Emma and Her Lovely Waist

I think this "dewy" photo of my grandmother, Emma Bickerstaff, is as perfectly lovely as any I've ever seen. She's beautiful and so is her high-necked "waist" with its abundance of lace down the front and the slightly pouffed half or three-quarter sleeves. I like how she looks straight through the lens of the camera into my eyes. I like the innocence, honesty, and trust I see there.

If you enlarge the photograph you can see an enchanting, delicate pin in the shape of a leaf at her neckline. Her off-center locket adds just a touch of movement - or possibly lack of attention on the part of the photographer or Emma herself.

Emma was born in July, 1893. I've been trying to decide her age when this photo was taken. My first guess was between 14 and 18. I wondered if perhaps it was a birthday photograph.

"Waist" in this circumstance is a "shirtwaist," a particular style of lady's blouse. Waists similar to Emma's were popular from at least 1903 until about 1909 with style variations over the years. Since Emma would have been only 10 in 1903, I'm sure this photo was taken later.

Emma grew up in Steubenville, Ohio, along the Ohio River. I thought perhaps some of the old newspapers might have clothing advertisements depicting clothing of the time. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to get to the Ohio Historical Society to look at the Steubenville newspapers; fortunately, Google Newspapers has lots of other newspapers from that time period online. Since Pittsburgh is only about 39 miles from Steubenville (by today's routes) I looked at the Pittsburgh Press thinking the styles might be similar because the cities were so close.

Below are advertisements from June issues of The Pittsburgh Press from, left to right, 1906, 1907, 1908, and 1909. None is exactly like Emma's but I think 1907 is the closest. Perhaps the portrait was taken in 1907 when Emma was 15 or, if the waist wasn't new, perhaps it was taken when she was a year or two older.



If you'd like to see the ads yourself, go to The Pittsburgh Press at Google Newspapers, type in the dates (one at a time), click the arrow to the proper page, enlarge, and view the original advertisements. Here are the dates and page numbers: The Pittsburgh Press, June 29, 1906, p. 8; The Pittsburgh Press, June 30, 1907, p. 3; The Pittsburgh Press, June 28, 1908, p. 3; and The Pittsburgh Press, June 30, 1909, p. 12.


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Thursday, March 17, 2011

Irish?

I remember several conversations - very brief conversations - with my father about having Irish ancestry and heritage. Once when my sister was in high school she came downstairs on St. Patrick's Day wearing orange. My father, sitting at the breakfast table, commented that the orange was a good choice because we weren't Catholic, but then we weren't Irish, either, so why bother wearing orange or green. Then he quipped, "Well, everyone's Irish on St. Patrick's Day."

Other comments from my father about possible Irish heritage were brief and definitive.
"Noooo," said my father, "we're not Irish. Our Doyles came from England."
"NO! No, we're not Irish."

Though I thought being Irish would be fun, not being Irish didn't really bother me. But imagine my surprise when, a few years after my father's death, I received a letter from his mother's sister, Brendice Gerner Davis, with the following statement about her own mother, Elvira Bartley Gerner: "My mother was Scotch Irish and had that Irish wit."

Whoa! What?!! Irish!??? We have Irish ancestors?!!!! It was on my father's mother's side of the family, the family with which he had little contact growing up. How would he have known that several generations back one of his greats came to America from Ireland? If the Doyle side of the family were traced a few more generations we would probably find Irish ancestors, too. In fact, one of my cousins is confident that we would.

To add a bit more humor to this post, Bernd Biege wrote an article, "The Irish Vernacular - Idioms and Phrases or: How to Make Sense of the Irish," in which he includes the following definition:
Yes and No
Irish does not really have a definite "yes", neither a final "no". This explains the abhorrence with which the use of these words is treated. They are avoided as far as possible. Only if pressed a clear answer might be given - the implication always being that both "yes" and "no" are in a state of flux and synonymous with "well, maybe, we'll see".
I guess that suggests how far my father was from his Irish roots when he so emphatically said, "No! We're not Irish! "

Happy Saint Patrick's Day to you!

William and Tressa

On this day,
March 17, 1885,
126 years ago,
Tressa Rose Froman
and
William Doyle
were married
in Mercer County, Pennsylvania.

William and Tressa are my great-grandparents and I don't want them to be forgotten.

Happy Anniversary, Maw and Pap! I hope everyone you love and everyone who loves you is celebrating with you!

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

A Memory to Celebrate an Anniversary

Please scroll down just a little, click on the youtube link, and listen to the song as you read this post. (No need to watch the video.)

This story about my great-grandparents, Edward Jesse and Mary Thompson Bickerstaff, was told to me by one of their granddaughters who was present when it happened. She did not tell me the year but based on the song, it probably took place in the early 1930s when both Edward Jesse and Mary would have been in their late 50s or early 60s. I'm posting this in honor of their anniversary. They were married on March 15, 1891, 120 years ago!

In the kitchen of the house where Edward Jesse and Mary lived there was a daybed or a couch where family members would occasionally rest or nap during the day.

At the time this story takes place, Gramma Mary, Grampa Edward Jesse, and their granddaughter had just finished lunch. Perhaps Grampa was finishing his coffee as Gramma cleared the table and moved to the sink to do the dishes. In the background the radio was playing. Gramma, busy with the dishes, heard the song, "When Your Hair Has Turned to Silver."

What was Gramma thinking about? What had the lunchtime conversation been? What had happened in the morning or on previous days? Did she feel her age creeping up and need a little reassurance?

Without turning to speak directly to him, Gramma asked her husband, "Will you still love me then?"

When he didn't respond, she turned toward him and found him asleep on the daybed. She stood at the sink and cried.

I find this story so touching and yet so accurate to "man" and "woman" -- a woman's heart, a man's body. Their granddaughter didn't remember what happened next. I hope Edward Jesse somehow confirmed to Mary that he would love her in future years. She passed away about 10 years later, 5 years before he died.

Happy, happy anniversary, Gramma and Grampa. I hope you both have silver hair and are loving each other to bits, just as much as you did - or more than - when you married!

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Genealogist, Family Historian, or Both?

Because of a search through old newspapers at Google News Archive yesterday I began to think about what I view as the differences between genealogy and family history.

A genealogist searches for names, dates, and places of family members who came before, and seeks to verify blood relationships between individuals.

A family historian searches for the names, dates, relationships, and places, but is also interested in learning about the historic settings of those family members and their relationships to other people and to their environments.

I don't think a family historian can be a family historian without first being a genealogist: without the information of names, dates, locations there's no setting of time or place. Without the relationships, there is no family. But a person can stop at being a genealogist and have little interest in the activities that took place in the lives of ancestors except as they help document names, dates, and relationships.

I don't know that one is better than the other, but for me, learning about the environment in which my ancestors lived gives a new dimension to them and their lives. It helps me imagine my grandmother ironing her dress and fixing her hair before her visit to the photographer's studio. It lets me imagine leaving the light of day behind to work in a dark and dangerous coal mine. Learning about homemaking in the 1800s helps me put my great-grandmothers in their kitchens and on their farms. And so many other settings help me envision of the lives of my ancestors.

I think I am more of a family historian - after I've found the people, dates, locations, and relationships. I guess I must be both!

How about you? Are you a genealogist, a family historian, or both? After finding the names, what matters most to you as you search out your ancestors?

Friday, March 11, 2011

Ellis Bickerstaff - Life and Death

Ellis Bickerstaff, my great-great-grandfather, has been on my mind lately. I don't know why. He was born in 1840 or 1841. I thought maybe I was thinking of him because he was born in March but looking at the 1900 census, it tells me he was born in April. Why ever he's on my mind, I decided to share a little about him.

Ellis was the third son and sixth or 7th child of William and Susan (Holmes) Bickerstaff. He was born in Jefferson County, Ohio. He was married three times. His first wife, Emma Nelson, is my great-great-grandmother. Ellis and Emma had four children before Emma died on May 1, 1878:
->Susan, born about 1862
->John, born about 1864
->Edward Jesse, born 27 April 1871
->Alice, born 27 April, 1871. Alice died at less than a month of age on May 21, 1871.

What little else I know about Ellis can almost be summed up in the following statements: He served in the Civil War. His occupation was carpenter. He died on June 28, 1907 and is buried in Union Cemetery, Steubenville, Ohio.

The Union Cemetery interment records give the following information:
Place of Death: McKeesport, PA
Cause of Death: Gun Shot
Date of Interment: 1907/07/01
Occupation: CO. G 157th O.V.I. He is interred in Union Cemetery, not with his family but in the GAR Section, Lot 3-16.

I went to the Ohio Historical Society (OHS) in search of a Steubenville obituary for Ellis Bickerstaff and found one in the Friday, July 5, 1907, edition of The Steubenville Weekly Herald-Star. Large headlines tell that Ellis shot himself, then give a description of the events. What a shock to read that news while sitting in the microfilm room of the Ohio Historical Society! Yes, I absolutely grieve for my ancestors, both those who died and those who were left alive after tragedies like this!

While searching last night, I found a more benign and less descriptive obituary on the front page of The Pittsburgh Press, Saturday, June 29, 1907, edition. There are slight discrepancies between the two articles. I doubt I'll ever know which is more accurate.

Ellis' granddaughter who is also my grandmother, Emma Bickerstaff Meinzen, would have been days away from turning 14 when Ellis died. Were Ellis' grandchildren shielded from this awful tragedy? Was it so gruesome and horrifying to think about that they, therefore, didn't?

I'm hoping that the bit of information about Ellis having lived in Austintown, Ohio for the three years just before his death may shed some light on the Bickerstaff property puzzle in Mineral Ridge, Ohio.

I often wonder what serving in a war does to a person's mind. Perhaps the images seen during combat cannot be erased or buried. Perhaps a troubled person imagines the only way to remove the images is by removing one's self from life. Maybe memories of the war didn't impact Ellis' decision to choose death. I have so many unanswered questions about so many ancestors.
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From The Steubenville Weekly Herald-Star, Friday, July 5, 1907, p. 2, col. 5
SUICIDE Of Former Resident of Steubenville
WHOSE MIND WAS AFFECTED BY ILLNESS.
ELLIS H. BICKERSTAFF SHOT HIMSELF
At His Home in McKeesport--Veteran of the Civil War--Prosperous Contractor.

The many old friends of Ellis H. Bickerstaff, a native and a former well known resident of Steubenville, who has made his home at McKeesport, Pa., for the past 15 years, will be sorry to learn of his death which occurred Saturday by his own hand.

His mind weakened by ill health Mr. Bickerstaff shot himself at his home on Grandview avenue about 7 a.m. Saturday. He fired two shots, the first bullet going through his hat and lodging in the upper frame of the doorway in a rear room. Mrs. Bickerstaff was in the house when the shot was fired, and ran from the building. As she left the house she heard another shot. She and her daughter-in-law, Mrs. John Bickerstaff, who lives close by were afraid to enter the house and called a neighbor, who found Mr. Bickerstaff lying in a pool of blood. He died before nine o'clock.

Mr. Bickerstaff, who had been suffering from nervous trouble, arose about 3 o'clock Saturday morning and procured a revolver. His wife asked him for the weapon, but he refused to give it to her. Later, in his absence, a search for the weapon was made, but without success.

Relatives say that of late he had been demented, but that he was harmless. Eight years ago he had a similar attack. He was a prominent contractor. Three years ago he moved to Austintown, O., near Youngstown and three weeks ago returned to Mckeesport [sic] to reside. He owned several houses and was stopping with his son, awaiting the removal of a tenant from the house in which he shot himself. His goods had just been placed in the house.

Mr. Bickerstaff was born and raised in Steubenville and lived here till about 25 years ago when he removed to McKeesport. He was a veteran of the civil war and was about 68 years of age. He had been married three times and his last wife survives him. These children also survive: Edward Bickerstaff. Mrs. George Curry and Miss Flora Bickerstaff all of Steubenville; one sister, Mrs. John Nelson and three brothers, Louis, John and Augustine, also of this city, a step-son, John, also survives.

Deceased was a member of the M. E. church and of Co. D, 157th O.V.I.

The remains of Mr. Bickerstaff were brought in on No. 10 Monday and taken to the residence of Mrs. George Curry, on South Fifth street, where the funeral services were held at 4 p.m. to-day, Rev. Boyer officiating.

_____________________________________________________________________
From The Pittsburgh Press, Saturday, June 29, 1907, p. 1, column 6
AGED MAN KILLS HIMSELF WHEN ALONE IN HOME
Ellis Bickerstaff, a McKeesport Carpenter, Shot Himself in the Head

Ellis H. Bickerstaff, a carpenter, living on Grandview avenue extension, just over the McKeesport line, in Versailles township, shot and killed himself at 7 o'clock this morning.

His wife had just crossed the street to the residence of their son, John, when she heard two shots, and rushing back home found her husband had shot himself in the head.

She rushed to the house of Thomas Stewart, her nearest neighbor, and then Dr. W. C. McCune was summoned, but he could do nothing, as Bickerstaff was almost dead when the physician arrived. He expired a very few minutes later.

No reason whatever could be given for the suicide. Mrs. Bickerstaff said her husband appeared to be as usual when he arose this morning. He was not morose and had no cause for despondency. He was 68 years old and had lived at McKeesport for many years.
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Monday, March 7, 2011

One Lovely Blog Award

Thank you to Julie from Anglers Rest for giving my blog the One Lovely Blog Award. My blog and I love receiving awards, mostly because it means others are reading it and appreciate it (if only and at least just a little).

As always with awards, there are some responsibilities involved. These are the rules for accepting this award:

-->Accept the award, post it on your blog together with the name of the person who has granted the award and their blog link.
-->Pass the award on to 15 other blogs that you've newly discovered.
-->Remember to contact the bloggers to let them know they have been chosen for this award.

I've chosen to give the award to the blogs listed (in no particular order) below. Some are more recent discoveries than others but they are all beautiful blogs, worthy of the award. I encourage you to visit them and if new to you, leave a comment and say, "hello." (Some are genealogy blogs and some are not.)

Hearts Turned
Today's Gift
Family History
Family Tree Gal
Finding the Feitner Family
Marian's Roots and Rambles
Eclectique
Nutfield Genealogy
Spirits of the Old
From Little Acorns
Glimpsing the Past
Tomorrow's Memories
Oh Spusch!
Quilting with the Past
Whispers from the Past... Tales Told

To the rest of you who visit and have absolutely beautiful blogs, I wish I could give the award to a hundred of you!

Thursday, March 3, 2011

His Brand Was Cutty Pipe

My great-grandfather, William Doyle, was born 147 years ago today. To commemorate his birthday I've decided to share a little-known bit of information in his honor: smoking a pipe was at least a four-generation tradition in the Doyle family: William; his son Gust; his grandson, Lee (who is my father); and his great-grandson, Bob, all smoked pipes for at least part of their lives (though we have no pipe-smokers at the moment).

I asked Dad's half-sister, Aunt Tressa Doyle Wilson, once about Gust and Pap smoking pipes. Gust smoked Cutty Pipe in a corncob pipe but, she said, Pap preferred a better pipe for his Cutty Pipe.

I searched google newspapers and found two large ads for Cutty Pipe, both from 1913 issues of The Beaver Falls Tribune, in Beaver Falls, Pennsylvania.

It seems like Cutty Pipe was the brand to smoke if you wanted something free.

The ad on the left, from July 11, 1913, offers a free corn cob pipe. With its border of silhouettes, this ad seems to suggest that Cutty Pipe is the tobacco for men from all backgrounds and of all ages.

The ad on the right was published May 24th. I wonder if "sanitary" had just recently become popular. Do you suppose their sales increased because of the free cup in "paraffine" envelope?

Cutty Pipe advertised itself thus: "CUTTY PIPE is an old friend of many thousands of men who know good tobacco when they smoke it or chew it. CUTTY PIPE is manufactured from selected Burley leaf--the best that Kentucky grows. It is prepared by a new process--in a modern, sanitary factory--and is absolutely free from impurity. There is no purer, milder, better tobacco sold anywhere, at any price. When you get CUTTY PIPE you get the best."

Little did most men know the dangers of smoking tobacco in earlier days! And even knowing the dangers now, I must admit to loving the fragrance of a good pipe tobacco.

Happy Birthday, Pap! I hope it's grand! (And I hope you're not missing your pipe!)

--Nancy.

Copyright © 2013, NDM & My Ancestors and Me
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Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Because of Them I Am And Without Them I Would Not Exist

They are common and undistinguished as the world sees women. No national heroines, no poet laureates, no great wealth or fame among them. They are alike in many ways. The common thread that runs through all of their lives is what women the world over share and have shared throughout history: love of family; hope for the present and the future; sorrow at the loss of a loved one; anger at injustice (especially when it’s her own child); and an interest in passing on knowledge and teaching worthy principles to her children.

Yet their commonality does not make them alike. Each is an individual, each distinctive in her personality, interests, abilities, likes and dislikes. When I look at these ladies I wonder what I inherited from them. Am I similar in appearance to any of them? Or in character traits? Which was strong-willed? Who was more of an introvert? Did any of them have green eyes? Did one of them need to overcome the challenge of making quick, impulsive decisions? I wish I knew these ladies and could draw from their knowledge and experiences of life. I expect to meet them some day and learn more about them. By knowing more about them, I think I’ll learn more about me.

I am thankful to these women for the choices they made and the courage they had to live through difficult times, to marry who they did, to have children, to live where they lived. Because of them I exist and to them I say, “Thank you!”

These ladies are, left to right, top row then bottom row:
Audrey Meinzen Doyle, my mother
Emma Bickerstaff Meinzen, my maternal grandmother and Audrey's mother
Mary Thompson Bickerstaff, my great-grandmother and Emma's mother
Elizabeth Armitage Meinzen, my great-grandmother and my maternal grandfather's mother
Beulah Gerner Doyle, my paternal grandmother
Elvira Bartley Gerner, my great-grandmother and Beulah's mother
Tressa Froman Doyle, my great-grandmother and my father's paternal grandmother
Elizabeth Jane Laws Doyle, my paternal great-great-grandmother



This post was created as a tribute to the women in my family to commemorate Women's History Month, 2011, and to participate in 103rd Carnival of Genealogy. Thanks to Carnival host, Jasia at Creative Gene and to footnoteMaven for the delightful poster.
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