Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Documents in Dropbox

Well, I got my lazy self into action, cleaned up some material, and uploaded it to my Dropbox account. These materials are now available for those who request them.  What's posted:

  • A narrative with photos that traces the Bushus, Bushues, Buschors, and Bushurs (perhaps others) with roots in Perry County Ohio and Celina, Ohio.
  • A full descendent chart beginning with Jean Germaine Bourgeois of Montfauçon, Switzerland.
  • A spreadsheet listing all the Swiss and French birth and marriage documents in my possession.
  • A second spreadsheet listing all the deaths in Mertzen, Strueth, and Fulleren (Haut Rhin, Alsace communities) from 1810-1830.

If you would like access to these documents, just ask. If you'd like I'd love to know the following:

  • an email address to which I can send Dropbox links.
  • Tell me a bit about yourself and why you'd like the documents. I'd like to know where you are from and how you're related (if you're related). If you have a story to tell, please tell it! 
  • If you have materials that add to or contradict what I've detailed, please tell me. 
  • Agree NOT to share all or part of my work. The information and people belong to all of us. Put it in your tree, tell your family about it, enjoy the story. But my documents are mine, my errors are mine, and I wish to retain control of both. So I hope I don't see these documents posted intact or in pieces anywhere. 
Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoy the blog. 


The growing list of Bourgeois families in America

I haven't written in a while. I've been cleaning up some stuff and chasing an Irishman who doesn't want to found. Have you missed me?

I met with cousin Lester recently, and he shared materials that he gathered on his recent trip to Somerset and Celina, Ohio. He had a wonderful time, met some terrific people in the libraries, courthouses, and genealogical societies; even had a tour of the "old Bushu place" by the neighbor just north of Morand and Meinrad's old farms.

The reason I'm posting is to add another family to the list of people who can trace their roots back to Strueth, Haut Rhin.  Bear with me here.

So the first family to arrive in the US, in 1827, was Michael Bourgeois, born 1782 (to Michael Bourgeois and Joanna Flury), his wife, Anna Marie Turaine, and their six children. The second to arrive, in 1828, was a mystery man (possibly Michael's uncle)  and his wife, another Michael and Mary Ann. The third to arrive, in 1833, was Michael's (1782) younger brother Morand and eight of his nine children. The fourth immigrant was that of Morand's oldest child, Xavier, his wife Theresa, and their children in 1850.

Lester Bushue is descended from the first immigrants, Michael and Anna Marie. Their second son was Meinrad, and he and his first wife, Mary, produced Jonas whose descendants became BUSHUES

Mary Rivers (that would be I) is descended from Meinrad's younger brother Morand. My sisters and I are descended from Morand and his wife Mary Ann's second son, Frank. We spell the name BUSHU.

So that's Michael's line.

Morand 1785, Michael's little brother, didn't stay in Somerset for long. He and family ended up in Mercer County, Ohio. The BUSHUR of Celina, Ohio descend from THIS Morand. Thelma Bushur and her sisters Marjorie and Evelyn compiled the family tree for this line.

Lester, in his recent travels, discovered another line.  Meinrad, the sixth son of Morand 1785 (don't you dearly wish they'd had some imagination when naming children?) is the direct ancestor of the BUSCHOR family. Lester found the documentation for THIS family in the Mercer County Library.

Of course, in the growing mountain of paper that is my office I have all these documents. Oy!


So this should make your head spin. My ancestor Morand BUSHU had three sons, only one of whom had children, but he had five sons. So there's a fair number of Bushus.

Lester's ancestor Meinrad BUSHUE only had three sons, but Jonas had five. There are a lot of Bushues

Morand BUSHUR had six sons; lots of opportunity for the family name passing on, at least one of whom passed on BUSCHOR.

So at this point we know that Michael Bourgeois and Joanna Flury, parents of the immigrant men, produced four different last names. I can't help wondering how many more spellings, and relatives, are out there. Of course, the family genes continue in the thousands of women who've produced lots of babies; I'm not a big fan of the whole "carrying on the name" thing, so that's not my point. My point is that, if we just consider the male side, we may find there are many more permutations of BOURGEOIS, the name that started it all. Let me know if your family may be one of them.

Saturday, November 21, 2015

Paris

I wrote this the night after the Paris terrorist attack and have been debating a post here ever since. I'm sharing because I AM French and I pray for us all.

France

I am a compulsive genealogist, and I have spent the last few nights entering data into my mother's side of the tree: the Hoffs, the Wolfs, the Bushus, who are French. Eva Hertling and Johannes Muller have donated their German ancestors to the cause, but for the time being, I've been focused on France. The process means seeing, again, that Salome died at 34, leaving seven children. That Anthony was felled by a tree and left his wife with 11 children to raise. That Jean died 25 days after marrying. It's hard to do this without seeing tears and pain in faces I never knew.

In the process I've been writing, laboriously, to my French relatives (and a genie friend) with questions. In answer, Michel has sent me some of the loveliest photos imaginable of Brittany (a slide show of chrysanthemums was breathtaking), and Etienne has graciously answered my demands about just how strong and accurate his sources are (very!).

Tonight, France is hurting. And I realize just how much my world has grown to embrace a land across the Atlantic. Intellectually, I have been educated to the nth degree to be culturally sensitive, to embrace the wider world, to empathize, to feel. But it's different tonight. I have relatives -- LOTS of them, I imagine -- in France, and given the propensity of restless young people to put their rural homes in their rearview mirrors, I imagine I have relatives in Paris. So suddenly an intellectual exercise has changed; I have skin in the game.

Please don't misunderstand. I'm not saying that the violence in Paris appalls me because of relatives I've never seen. I'm saying that this recent research process has made me think about France in ways I never have before. I've been researching agricultural processes, folk sayings, living arrangements, marriage rituals, the relationship between husband and wife, the dynamics of life and death in a small farming community. I spent a week reading and recording all the deaths in three tiny towns from 1810 to 1830; the families, whom I already knew because of marriage and baptism records, became real to me as I read about some killer years when three or four children might die within two weeks, of whole families wiped out, of priests and town officials dying, of death visiting house after house and leaving his mark. I am still haunted by what I learned.  

Two hundred years ago, the villain was probably disease. Today, we have a new villain. There was a time I would have been saddened by what's happening to people in France. Tonight, it stalks me, perhaps because of the incomprehensibility of people hating enough to kill. But also because I just discovered this beautiful spider web of connections in France, and tonight explosions and gunfire sent tremors along those delicate threads, reminding me that in mourning for France, I mourn for myself. Je suis une Francaise.

Thursday, November 5, 2015

Should you use Google Translate?

First, let me say that Google Translate has helped me enormously in my genie work. Because the Bushu and Wolf families were Catholics from Europe, I spend a lot of time with documents written in Latin, French, and German. I also spend a lot of time on German and French websites. I can get by in all three languages, though at a very, very, basic level.

I also correspond with five people in France and Germany. While I can use English with two of these people, that is not the case with the other three. One friend writes in French, and I answer in German, another writes in German, and I respond in kind. And the third, let's call him Jean,  prefers that we use a translation program, so he composes in French and lets his program translate; I compose in English and turn the translation over to Google.

I tell you this to demonstrate that my use of Google is pretty complex. I cut and paste lengthy text from foreign websites into Translate. (I can manage short stuff, but it takes a while; long stuff is overwhelming.) I compose my long emails to Jean in Translate. But I compose the German emails, and the short French ones, "freehand," meaning I use the language as I know it, using a dictionary to look up words I don't know. It's a long, arduous process, but good for my brain. However, when I'm done writing, I submit it to Translate for comparison. Translate fixes my spelling and syntax, but sometimes changes my meaning. Sometimes a LOT. So I don't always accept what Translate tells me because sometimes Translate is wrong.

So based on my pretty complicated experience, I'd like to offer some suggestions to those thinking of trying out a translation program. I'm writing about Google Translate, which I understand is one of the best, but I imagine much of this applies to other programs as well.

If you're asking Translate to convert foreign language text for you, expect errors. Be patient, get creative in your thinking. If you're translating something written by a native speaker, assume they didn't intend to confuse you or insult you. Here's a good example of what I mean. Jean wrote and told me that he was giving me access to his online tree. He said I could either do "one copy to stick" or access the whole tree. I played around with that "one copy to stick" thing; did he mean copy to a USB drive? Nah. I finally found the French terms in his email (one good reason to know something of the language), entered the individual words (copier coller) in Translate and Voila! Copy-paste. "Coller" is paste as well as stick. Now it makes total sense. If you are totally perplexed, try using another translation program. My friend Jean uses Systran.

Now, if the translation is going the other way -- English to another language, my advice gets more detailed.

First, I would strongly caution you from using a translation program for anything sensitive or important if you don't know the language at all. I would NEVER try to correspond with someone in Russian, Japanese, or Dutch; I'd find someone to help me, even if I had to pay. I might use a program to say "Thank you," but that's it. There are too many ways things can go wrong; at the very least, you'll look like an idiot and at worst, start world war III. You don't need to know much; some vocabulary would help, as well as a little bit about how the language goes together. In general I'd say the more important the message is, the more you should have some acquaintance with the language.

If you're writing someone, be upfront that you're using a translation program. Your reader will assume you didn't mean to be insulting or confusing; she will blame the program, perhaps get a good laugh.

The less you know the language, the simpler your text chunks should be. Use simple sentences with simple punctuation, and translate one sentence at a time. You can put them in paragraphs when you paste into your email or whatever.

Avoid slang or specialized language. While current tech language (wifi, USB, Internet) often retains its general English spelling in Western European languages, lots of English jargon and idioms turn into gobbledegook at the other end. So for instance, I would not use the word "passing" to refer to death, or "tying the knot" for marriage. Try to read your prose with an eye out for stuff that doesn't make literal sense. (For example, I'd avoid "keep an eye out" and "stuff" in the previous sentence if I planned to have Google translate it.)

Proofread, proofread, proofread your English before you submit it. Translation programs are literal; non-words will be left untranslated, and the program won't catch your use of "piece" when you meant "peace." Don't forget to look for accidental spaces in words; that could make a mess of the translation. So triple-check everything for typos, spelling, correct pronouns (no accidental "our" when you mean "your"), and homonyms.

Finally, read through the translation for obvious errors. Yes, I know, you wouldn't be using the program if you could translate the text yourself. But a careful look will help you catch misspelled English that didn't get translated, odd characters where there shouldn't be any. In a recent instance, when I cut and pasted text from Google, I ended up with the same paragraph pasted multiple times. In another, I discovered a sentence had been cut off. In a third, an acronym (CDHF) was converted to another one entirely.

On the upside, I strongly encourage anyone with immigrant ancestors to dive into foreign research. And connect with people overseas. I have found that Europeans are gracious and helpful as long as I'm courteous and clear. My experience is they love knowing what happened to those ancestors who vanished. But if someone helps, offer help in return.

I doubt that I've covered all the bases here. I'll add as I experience yet more fun with translations. And if others have advice or experiences to share, please leave a comment.

À bientôt!

Sunday, November 1, 2015

The romance of log cabin life

I had visitors this weekend: my genie buddy Susan and her husband came for the weekend, and on Saturday we visited the Lincoln museum in Springfield IL.  It's my second trip there, and it is wonderful. If you haven't been, and Illinois isn't half a continent away, I highly recommend it.

I mention this because one of the exhibits is a replica of the log cabin that Lincoln grew up in. And it looks surprisingly like the house that Morand Bushu, Mary Ann Miller, and their 11 children lived in from about 1840 to 1870, in Somerset, Ohio.


Theirs was one room with a loft, a luxury I don't think Lincoln had, and I think it's pretty much like the dwellings that laborers in Mertzen and Strueth lived in. From what I've been reading, one large room, and maybe an attached "barn" was pretty standard in 19th century France. 

The Lincoln exhibit puts the rigors of log cabin living front and center. At night the only light is from a fire and lamps burning precious oil, something I really appreciate now that night falls at 5:00. You also realize just how cramped living was: much of life must have been lived out of doors. There sure wasn't room for a child to set up a blanket fort, chase the dog, have a tantrum, or get sick without making it necessary for other functions to cease. And when I think to what extent I'm shielded from the heat, cold, humidity, bugs, vermin, and other vicissitudes of midwest life, my awe at my ancestors' fortitude balloons. 

The Lincoln cabin interior contains young Abe reading by the firelight, a dog at his feet, and the remainder of the room taken up with two beds from which loud snores emanate. I assume that once Abe set aside his reading, he'd have climbed into one of the two already occupied beds. Upon rising, one bed would slide under the other and somehow the cooking, eating, and other daily indoor activities would have taken place in the scant space remaining. 

As I type this on my wifi-connected iPad, with overhead lights and a sofa lamp illuminating the space, a lovely fire at my side, and my spouse out of sight and sound watching a football game on a 50" satellite-connected television, I feel preposterously over-indulged. My ancestors would have been agog. But would they be jealous, or appreciative? Would they disaprove of such hedonism, or elbow each other out of the way to take part? I think Morand might have been judgmental, perhaps his children as well. Or maybe not. Maybe they'd be thrilled that so much came from their labor. I hope they don't judge me too harshly, at least giving me credit for unearthing their stories for their descendents to share. 


Death rides a pale horse: UPDATED

In 1827, Michel 1782 and Marie Anne Bourgeois packed up their children and their belongings - everything they would need to start a new life half a world away - and left Mertzen in the Haut Rhin for the US. At about the same time, in a small village four miles away, another family, the Hoffs, was getting ready to do the same thing. And just few years after that (1833), another Bourgeois family, Michel 1782's brother Morand 1785, packed up his wife, Anna, and eight of their nine children, to follow the exodus.

Records of emigration that early in the 19th century are sparse, but because Michel Bourgeois 1782 made a beeline for Somerset, Ohio, I have to assume someone else -- perhaps one of Michel's sons - had already scoped it out as the perfect place to start life over. But it could also be that someone else from the area had made their way to Ohio and wrote back, raving about good soil and cheap land. I haven't yet found an easy way to locate migrations from that particular area of the Haut Rhin for the 1820s, but what records I can locate indicate that people were moving.

Anthropologists talk about migrations' pushes and pulls, using those categories as ways of thinking about the motivation for movement among people. It's assumed that the more difficult it is to pick up and go, the stronger the pushes and pulls must have been. Migration always entailed taking with you anything and everything you could, whether it was tools of the trade, household belongings, precious possessions, or just the clothes on your back (think Irish during the famines). The Bourgeois were farmers or farm laborers, so in addition to household necessities (butter churns, milk pails, dishes, kettles, bedding, clothing), they may have tried to bring hand plows, metal-working tools, saws, axes, tools that they would need and tools to help make other tools. Taking all this down the Rhine to a port, loading it onto a ship, making the two-week (or longer) ocean journey, and then unloading and getting these things overland to Ohio sounds impossible to me. But that's what they did. All I can say is they must have really wanted to leave. So why?

The opportunities for farmers in Ohio were obviously a draw. Land was plentiful, fertile, and affordable. If there were friends or family already there to help with assimilation, so much the better. Somerset had a German-speaking community, a Catholic Church. Though Ohio at this time wasn't exactly tame, the native population was slowly being rendered powerless, and the predatory animals had been reduced in number. These factors would appeal. But given the labor involved in the move, there had to be pushes.  What were they?

Lester Bushue argues reasonably that the limited land in Alsace would have been problematic for a man with four sons. After working the land for 100 years, passing land down to sons with each death (assuming they owned land, not an easy assumption), the land available for farming would been dramatically reduced in size. So Michel 1782 may have been concerned about his sons' ability to not only survive but be able to have families.  And it's clear, regardless of what you read, that the tax burden on the poorest people was onerous, despite a revolution to change the way France did business.

Famine is also possible. Fr. Blaine Burkey relates that the good Burghers of Magden Switzerland paid Augustine Burkey to lead 34 people out of their starving town, across Europe, and to America. Is that the story of the Bourgeois and Hoff migration?

This is also a post-war era, and even though Alsace seems to have had an easier time than other parts of France, still there would have been issues. Villagers didn't always agree with Napolean, the monarchy, the position of the Church, or each other. Men had been conscripted into war and died in Napolean's retreat across Russia. Others had fled to dodge the draft. These men left behind women and children who would have struggled to survive. Men also migrated to the cities for work for long periods of time. While these deaths and disappearances may have opened up land, Anabaptist families fleeing oppression in Switzerland poured into Alsace in search of land. Men returned from war to discover that their land had been appropriated by migrants. Life wasn't fair, and it may have had periods of violence.

Rural France had had some crises as well, that may have made people uneasy about their fate. There had been a cholera epidemic, and the years without summer (when the volcano Mt. Tambora in Indonesia erupted and covered Europe in a dense pall) -- 1816 and 1817 -- had invited famine into their communities.

But counter these issues with the enormous cost of travel and buying land, of leaving behind a century of family and friends, of organizing for the trip. Of abandoning the devil you know for the one you don't.

I spent a good deal of time scouting for books and articles that might address life in the Haut Rhin in the early 19th century, hoping for insight. I learned a bit more about ordinary life, not necessarily in Alsace, but enough to paint a life of hard work and close living conditions. But this life was also one of close families and neighbors with a solid tradition of pulling together in times of need. So whatever drove them to leave must have been pretty big. I began to suspect disease.

I returned to my favorite set of records, those maintained online by the Haut Rhin archives. I examined the Mertzen, Strueth, and Fulleren death records starting with 1810, hoping to find clues in the numbers. I'm not sure anything I've done in genealogical research has saddened me as much as those records did.

The story in the records

Mertzen. Between 1810-1819, with the exceptions of 1811 and 1814, there were a total of 36 deaths, and these occurred at all times of the year; in general, the ages of the dead were spread from a few days old to 70. I did see more deaths of men and women in their 30s and 40s than I'd expect, but without knowing anything about life expectancy in 19th century France, the data seemed reasonable.

But what struck me the more I looked at the data were the outlier years of 1811 and 1814. In THOSE years, almost all the deaths (16 of the total of 20) were in the four winter months, late January to May. And in those two years, the majority of the dead were adults, both young and middle aged.

As I moved forward into later years, that nice pattern formed by the other years (ignoring 1811 and 1814) was replaced with a horror story that slowly began in 1820, peaked in 1826, and didn't really taper until 1827.

In 1820, all seven dead are female. In 1821, three of the five dead are under seven. Something was going on that made women and children more vulnerable.

The years 1822-23 appear to revert to normal, with the deaths spread among the ages, sexes, and time of year.

And then something happened in 1824: 6 people died, 3 of them children. In 1825, the death toll rose to 11, 6 of them under ten.  And in 1826, starting at the end of January and lasting 4 months, the village of Mertzen buried 13 people, 11 of them children. Three families, families that were related through marriage to the Bourgeois (and Hoffs), lost 2 children each. Two babies died in 1827, two adults in 1828 and then we settle into the earlier pattern of 4-6 deaths, again representing the spectrum of possibilities. (In 1832, a man named Joseph Zwik died in December of cholera. Perhaps this event pushed Michel 1782's brother Morand to emigrate with his family to America.)

Strueth. Strueth is grimmer still. Keep in mind this is a larger community than Mertzen. But reading and recording the deaths year by year was incredibly sad.

In 1810, Strueth has 9 deaths; 2 are infantry men, reminding us that the Napoleanic wars were alive and well in this time frame.

In 1811, there are 18 deaths, and the situation mirrors that of Mertzen's. All but one death occur between Jan and May, and everyone is vulnerable but especially adults in their prime (15 of the 18 dead are adults in between 20 and 50). Something stalked these towns and targeted working men and women, people whose deaths would leave children in a precarious position.

As we saw in Mertzen, things seem to return to normal for 1812-1813 and then in 1814 we see 13 deaths, again among the adults. And, again, all but 3 of these deaths occur between February and June.

Between 1815 and 1823, the death rate fluctuates between 4 and 8 deaths a year, with most of the mortality striking the aging members of the community. One exception to this is what we see in 1822-1824, when more children than adults die: 4 of the 6 deaths in 1822, 3 of the 4 in 1823, and 3 of the 5 in 1824 are very young children. Are the children more vulnerable with so many adults having died? Have families taken in orphans and their resources are stretched?

And then we roll into 1825, and it's a nightmare. Thirteen of the 21 deaths (21!) are children and two-thirds of the deaths occur in the first half of the year. There are days when there are 2 or 3 deaths of children. The records become increasingly difficult to read as officials scrawl their reports.

The death rate drops in 1826 (9 deaths, 4 of which are children), but I imagine that at this point the community is staggering. Children lost both parents within a week or two, parents watched two and three of their children die, people lost spouses, two parish priests die. It must have been a nightmare.

Fulleren. Fulleren is larger than either Strueth or Mertzen, so its average number of deaths in any given year is about 10. And Fulleren's real nightmare is in 1814 when there are 43 deaths, more than 4 times the average. Half of these deaths occur in the first 4 months of the year and strike ruthlessly at old and young, male and female. It's a slaughter.

While 1814 is the worst year, 1825 and 1826 are also years when the death rate soars. In 1825, there are 17 deaths and 14 of these are between Jan and March. There were 20 deaths in 1826, three of them Hoff babies. Maurice Hoff and his wife Anne Marie Danzé lose two children that year. The number drops to 12 in 1827, but there are two stillborns, one of them belonging to beleaguered Maurice and Anne Marie. Life seems to return to normal by 1828; I'm willing to bet that by then the Hoff's were gone.

In all three towns, the years 1814 and 1825-26 seems to heartbreakers. These three towns are walking distance apart, with Strueth just down the road from Fulleren, on the west side of the Largue. Mertzen is just across the Largue from Strueth. These communities must have felt the world was ending.

Other than Joseph Zwik's death from cholera, and the two infantrymen who died of battle wounds, I have not found anything to indicate what 19th century scourge had visited them. My French genealogist friend Catherine Studer suggests typhus, cholera, dysentery, influenza, measles, as good candidates, as well starvation. Deaths during the truly horrible years occurred in Jan-April and strike the children. My naive guess is that there was an epidemic. I doubt we'll ever know what the disease(s) was, but its virulence was assisted by the particular living arrangements of the era.

Most people lived in small, one-room homes; occasionally their animals shared a space connected to the house to make caring for animals a little easier. Young marrieds (and their children) lived with parents until they were established well enough to start their own homes. There could easily be 8-10 people of all ages living, eating, sleeping, sneezing, coughing, puking in the same one room. The Largue was their water source; did human and animal waste drain into the stream? Who treated the ill, and what did they know?

These conditions would have made contagious diseases genuine scourges. We can add to the intimacy of the dwellings the close relationships among residents. Families were intricately connected through marriage and were quick to help one another in the event of need. Furthermore, the civil records reveal that continuous contact between households was the norm: when someone died, the death was reported by a witness and attested to by two more, always males.  The very factor that made survival possible in an uncertain world would have accelerated the hazards of contagious disease.

Did the towns pull together, or did people avoid contact with their neighbors? Did they start hoarding resources, or did they reach out to those suffering? Did they blame the dead and stigmatize their families, or reach out in sympathy? Did they turn to the darker arts, seeking intervention from gods and devils, or did they pack St. Maurice and St. Andre, light thousands of votives, wear out their knees on the hard floors? And did they choose to stay, living in uncertainty, or scoop up their loved ones and set off to start again?

No matter which of the four horsemen decided to ride into those towns, he was a ruthless killer, especially in winter and especially of the young. I can't imagine that the carnage didn't take its toll on people's relationships with their families, the neighbors, their officials, and their God. I imagine, even after life returned to normal, that it was a long time before a cough was just cough, when bells tolled for holy days and not death, when a knock on the door wasn't death calling. In my opinion, the Bourgeois and Hoff families chose the devil they didn't know, and fled to America.



NOTE: I have posted the raw dataset of deaths in these three towns from 1810-1830 in my dropbox account. It's a spreadsheet and I'm happy to share. Just ask.

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Bourgeois narrative now online.

Oct 21, 2015

I have written a lengthy essay, with photos, that details the Bourgeois story as I know it. It is stored in my dropbox account, and I will happily share it with anyone who asks.  

There are three files: 

“European Ancestors of the Bushu/Bushue/Bushur families” is the narrative with pictures. If you want the broad strokes, this is what you want to read. 

“Jean Bourgeois Descendants” is the eight-generation list of Jean’s descendants, starting with Jean Bourgeois in Switzerland. This is a ten-page indented list of Jean’s children, grandchildren, etc. It lists not just our direct ancestors, but their siblings’ families as well. It’s dense.

“Record of Bourgeois BMD records” is a spreadsheet listing the details of my sources. If you want to see where my information came from, this is what you want. 

If you want one or more of these files, leave a comment, with your email address, that you’d like the link.

IF YOU ARE A BUSHU: I’ve gone about as far as I can with the Bourgeois family. I’m turning my attention to the Hoff family whom I’ve found in a tiny town just north of Mertzen. I’ll be chasing those ancestors this winter. (Agatha Burkey is the daughter of Anne Marie Hoff who came to Ohio with her parents around 1827-1829). 

I’m also trying to get toehold on the Muller family of Goppingen, Germany and the Hierholzers of Birndorf, GE.  Johannes Muller is our great-great-great grandfather. His daughter, MariaAna Hierholzer, married Morand Bourgeois. One of their children was Frank Bushu, who married Agatha Burkey. 


If any readers have information on any of these people, I hope you will share.

Saturday, October 17, 2015

Agatha Burkey's parents: Hoff-Meyer ancestry

The origins of Anne Marie Meyer Hoff
October 17, 2015



For the sake of simplicity, I've used Marie and Anne throughout, even though the names are occasionally spelled as Anna and Maria.

This came together so fast I'm still reeling. Frustrated by my inability to confirm that MariaAna Müller was Mary Ann Miller, I started looking for Anne Marie Meyer Hoff whose daughter Anne Marie Hoff married Anton Burkey.* Googling random names the evening of Oct 4, I discovered the existence of The Berkey Book, which the Urbana library had, and I tootled off to the library the next morning to take a look at it.  I didn't see any mention of our Burkeys, but Fr. Burkey* has said they are there; I probably skimmed too fast (as usual). But it made me curious.

When I got home, I logged on to one of my favorite international sites, CDHF.net, plugged in Hoff and Anne Marie Meyer (actually, I plugged in "Me*er" which netted me all versions of Meyer plus a few other names) and got a hit for an 1810 marriage in Fulleren, Alsace, France.* Obviously, this was just a random couple in a random community; but the Huff graves indicate they were from Alsace, this was Alsace, so I decided to pursue the name a bit.

So I went to the Haut Rhin archives (archives.haut-rhin.fr) and started looking for this couple's children in the digitized records of the Fulleren naissance. And hit gold: the names and birth years (that Fr. Burkey had) of eight children matched those in the US. There was no doubt in my mind (nor in Father's when I told him about my find) that I had located the elusive Hoff family. I chased on and was eventually able to piece together the following.

Jean Hoff married Anne Marie Meijer (or Meÿer) 10 Sept 1810 in Fulleren. (Fulleren was Villeren on the old maps, which brings the name closer to the one Fr. Burkey saw in an old German document.) The page numbers in parentheses indicate the page the document is on.

Anna Maria 27 Feb 1812 (143)
Catherine 23 Aug 1813 (152)
Jean (Baptiste) 1 May 1815 (165)
Marie Anne 22 Sept 1816 (172)
          d. 19 Jan, 1817 (I think it's the 19th; hard to read. (p.104 of deces))
Marie Anne 6 Jan 1818 (182)
Antoine 13 Oct 1820 (197-198)
Madeleine 29 Apr 1823 (215)
Anne 13 July 1824 (221)
Francis Joseph 27 Sept 1826 (234)

(No babies in 1827-1830 and by mid 1830, the family is in Ohio. So I accessed the Columbus Diocese's historical society newsletter.)

Baptism transcriptions published in The Barquilla de la Santa Maria
July 4 [1830] Clara Hoof, daughter of John and Mary Hoof; spons. Elizabeth [Hierholzer] Roody. (Feb 1999, p 213)
Oct. 25 [1831] Teresa, daughter of John Hough and Mary Myers; spons. Morris Rodecker and Mary Perkey. [Burkey?](May 1999, p 238)

I have looked, several times , through all the French and Ohio records and cannot find Margaret, listed in Fr. Burkey's analysis of the family. I have a hunch that she was born around 1828, in Ohio, and I just haven't found her birth/baptism. Judging from these dates, I agree with Fr. Burkey that they came to the USA in 1826-1830. However, using multiple spellings, I can't find them in immigration or passenger records on FamilySearch or Ancestry.

Next, I began doing some background searches. I cleaned up and printed out Jean and Anne Marie's marriage record, identified their parents, and began my search.

According to the marriage record, Anne Marie Meÿer was married at 23 in 1810, so she was born about 1787; the marriage record named her parents as Joseph Meijer and Anne Marie Philipp. So I tracked down their marriage: Joseph and Anne Marie were married in Mertzen, 2 Feb 1785. Their daughter, Anne Marie, was born in Mertzen 18 Nov 1787.

Jean Hoff was 22 when he married, so he was born about 1788. The marriage document says his parents were Jean Hoff and Elisabethe Soldermann. Jean Hoff married Elisabethe Soldermann April 4, 1780. On  15 April, 1789, Jean Hooff was born to Jean Hof and Elisabethe Soldermann in Mertzen.

I ordered and received copies of the original birth and marriage documents which confirm the CDHF index.

I began looking for more information about Anna Marie Meyer and John Hoff. Neither FamilySearch nor Ancestry had anything of use. I also checked, again, with the Barq, to be sure I hadn't missed anything. And then I logged into geneanet.net, an international repository of old documents and lots of member-submitted family trees, and hit platinum. I found two family trees, with decent sources, that trace the ancestry of Jean Hoff, Elisabethe Solderman, Joseph Meÿer and Anne Marie Philipp. (I have very good reason, too convoluted to explain, to trust one of these trees. And because the second tree uses both independent sources and the first tree, I'm inclined to trust it as well.)

At this point, I was no longer able to get documents from the Haut Rhin archives, so I ended up using the CDHF index to its document holdings to confirm as much of the member-submitted trees as possible. I was able to confirm about 75%.

But every silver lining has a dark cloud, so here's the bad news.  The Central Department for Family History (the English translation of CDHF, Centre Departmental L'Histoire des Familles) has closed, hopefully temporarily, so I am unable to get copies of the originals. However, the CDHF's index has never been wrong, so in those instances where I am confident I have the right people, I have data confirming the dates and places provided in the Geneanet trees. If the CDHF does reorganize and reopen, I'll order what documents I can afford. The information contained in those old records is invaluable: We get names and dates of all involved people and clues about occupations and literacy. If this was a second marriage, we learn who the first spouse was. Often they mention if parents were still alive and where they were from, and sometimes we learn that a godmother or witness was related and how. The mail I get from the CDHF informing me of their plans suggests they won't be permanently closed, but when I last requested documents, I was told my request could not be fulfilled. So we're in limbo.

I'll admit to a bit of a letdown; this was awfully easy. Other than the invisibility of Margaret, this has been a very straightforward process. I rather like the quests that have some crunch. At this point, I have John Hoff and Anne Marie Meyer Hoff's ancestry (and some collateral lines) back to the early 1600s. I'll post the full Meyer-Hoff tree on Geneanet.net in the next few days.

On the other hand, this freed me up to pursue some other questions. One, I am sure that the Hoffs and the Bourgeois knew one another. I have no idea if they traveled together, planned the emigration together, or if they were simply both impelled west by the same reasons.  I'm not sure what sort of information would clarify their relationship. I haven't seen Bourgeois-Hoff baptisms but there are those Hierholzer links.  And of course, Michael Bourgeois' grandson married John Hoff's granddaughter. That says something. So I'm curious about the emigration.

Second, we know that one of John's brothers, Jacques (Andrew Jacob in Fr. Burkey's materials) emigrated to the US with his wife, Marie Anne Etschman in 1833. I wonder if anyone else from the family came to the USA. I'm beginning to think that the Haut Rhin must have just emptied in the early 1800s. I would try to confirm the dates of Jacques' birth, but 1796 is a period when the French records are gibberish to me. First, they are using the Republican calendar, and second, the script is indecipherable. So I went for the marriage record and found it. Marie Anne Etschman is the 23-year-old daughter of Joseph Etschman and Anne Marie Geiger.

Third, what were the occupations? I shall have to look more closely, but at this point it appears the men for whom I have records were farmers and carpenters.

Finally, what was happening in Alsace that made leaving more attractive than staying? France has just gone through 25 years or so of war, first the revolution and then the Napoleanic Wars. But most histories that I've read rarely mention Alsace, an area closer to Germany/Prussia than to the central areas of France. Alsace got special treatment in at least one treaty so in some ways its population had it easier than the rest of France. On the other hand, there was famine in 1827; did the Hoffs and the Bourgeois foresee it and leave while they could? Did the communities in their tiny piece of France pay them to leave the way the burgers of Magden paid the Burkeys?

So although I'm now able to fill in boxes with names and dates, there are still questions that need answering.  My work here is not done.



Fun Fact 1: When I was in Mertzen in April 2015, I saw Hoffs in the cemetery there. I found it interesting but had NO idea they were MY Hoffs. The birth records I perused last night include two other Hoffs in Mertzen having children at the same time as our Hoffs: Xavier and Jacques. These are Jean's siblings. Jacques emigrated as well to Ohio and became Andrew Jacob. I can't get his birth record so I don't know where the Andrew came from; it isn't included in the CDHF index.

Fun Fact 2: In October of 1829, Sebastien Hoff, son of Francois Joseph Hoff, and Marie Ursule Bourgeois, daughter of Xavier Bourgeois, have a baby boy they name Morand. They were married November 21, 1825. These folks are closely related to our Bourgeois family.

*Fr. Blaine Burkey, O.F.M. Cap., did the original research on the Burkey ancestry and descendants. His carefully documented work meant that I didn't have to start my search with Agatha Burkey and work backwards. We maintain contact; his guidance has been invaluable.
*This was a logical step for me because one of the things that has led me to believe that MariaAna Müller and Mary Ann Miller were the same person was the Hierholzer connection to John Hoff. I suspected that John, who was godfather to several of Elizabeth Hierholzer Rudy's children, was related to Anne Marie Hoff Burkey, mother of Agatha Burkey who married Francis Joseph Bushu, son of Morand Bourgeois and Mary Ann Miller. Because Frank grew up SW of Somerset and attended Holy Trinity and St. Joseph churches, while Agatha grew up in Zanesville attending St. Nicholas church, I wondered how in the world they met, Got all that? So I wanted to confirm a relationship, if there was one, thinking they could have met through the Rudys. And there is one; Elizabeth Hierholzer Rudy was godmother to Anna Marie's last child, Teresa.  Anne Marie did have a younger brother John; I don't know that he was the godfather John Hoff, but it seems probable.
*Almost all the events that I found indexed at CDHF place those events in Mertzen.  The documents I have say the Hoffs and their relatives came from Fulleren, Mertzen, Altkirch, Friesen, and Largitzen. However, tiny Mertzen, population today about 350, was the location for the officials of the area. My guess is that the documents referred to were filed there.

BONUS: Just because I don't think we should ever lose sight of what our ancestors did, I suggest you ruminate upon the following. Jean and Anna Marie traveled from their tiny community where they knew everyone WITH THEIR 8 CHILDREN (the oldest was at most 17) AND ALL THEIR WORLDLY POSSESSIONS, down the Rhine River to Amsterdam or Rotterdam, boarded a ship, sailed for two weeks across the Atlantic, then found passage from wherever they landed to Zanesville, Ohio, where they planted new roots. Dancing backwards in heels suddenly doesn't sound very impressive, does it?

Thursday, October 8, 2015

The Miller's Tale: Is MariaAna Müller Mary Ann Miller? UPDATED

The Millers’ Tale

No, this isn’t an ancient essay I’ve resurrected from a long ago literature class. It’s the tapestry I’ve created about the Rivers’ great-great grandmother. Some of it is my imagination at work; it should be clear when I’m speculating about how things might have been. But the framework is based on documents whose accuracy is not questioned.

In telling this story I have two goals. One is pay homage to our ancestors. The other is to successfully argue, using evidence, that the woman who married Morand Bushu was in fact Maria Ana Müller, daughter of a German immigrant and his wife. I do have one huge caveat for the reader: while the odds against Maria Ana Müller being Mary Ann Miller Bushu are incredibly small, they are not zero. I do not have a document that unequivocally names Mary Ann’s parents.

The principle actors in this drama were identified in an 1822 will written by a 25-year-old man who was dying. He was widowed and had an infant daughter for whom the will made provisions. In his will he named his parents, his guardian, his in-laws, and his daughter. The dying man was Johannes Müller; the infant was Maria Ana. This will gave me my first break in the search for Mary Ann Miller. Here is the story, as best as I can determine.

Let me preface this narrative with two small tales. The first is mine. At some point while I was still living at home, mother told me that one of her ancestors was the daughter of a duke/count/nobleman in Europe (I think she said Germany but my memory of this is very fuzzy), that she had fallen in love with the chauffeur and run off with him. Her father cut her out of her will.

The second tale is reported in a brief biographical piece on James Bushu, Herbert Bushu’s uncle. James reported that his mother (Mary Ann Miller Bushu) was the orphan granddaughter of a German count and that she had been swindled out of her inheritance.

The two tales, if you ignore the absurdity of the chauffeur in the 1800s, seem to share an underlying theme: someone was born into wealth but didn't inherit it.

Our story starts in Göppingen, Wurttemberg, Germany on January 9, 1797 when a baby boy is born to Johan Leonhard Müller and Eva Maria Ott. The baby is named Johannes (spelled Johanes in the will), and because he is raised by a court administrator named Ludwig Schafer, I assume that his parents died when he was young. There is evidence that suggests the family was wealthy, but so far I’ve been unsuccessful finding them. Johannes emigrated to America in March of 1817, with the permission of Herr Schafer. UPDATE: I have found German records for both Johan Leonhard and Eva Maria Ott, confirming the birth of their child and their early deaths. Their story will be another essay.

We don’t know why he left, especially since he enjoyed some wealth in Göppingen, but a look at the history of the area gives clues. Johannes was born during the Napoleanic Wars, which caused upheavals throughout the region. At the time of the French Revolution (1789), Württemberg was a duchy in the Holy Roman Empire; when Württemberg threw in with Napoleon in 1806, it became a kingdom. It also saw its population reduced by over 15,000 men who were sent to fight with the French in Prussia and Russia. In 1813, Frederick II, king of Württemberg, abandoned Napoleon and joined the German Confederation. I can't imagine this was met with sanguinity by many people. Militarily and politically, this would have been a volatile region; leaving may have been more like escape.

It's also worth noting that 1816-1817 were the years without summer. Mt. Tambora blew in 1815 and the consequence for agriculture was dramatic. Famine was wide-spread. In Switzerland, families were paid to leave, reducing the strain on the towns for feeding the starving. I know that in the Haut Rhin, deaths sky-rocketed, which may have driven people to emigrate.

Meanwhile a little girl named Anna was baptized on May 18, 1799 in Birndorf, Waldshut, Germany, a small town about 120 miles southwest of Göppingen, also part of the kingdom of Württemberg. She was the first child born to Joseph Herholzer and Helena Reinhardt Herholzer. She was followed by Elisabeth in 1801, Magdalena in 1806, Johannes Baptista in 1808, Marie Ursule in 1812 and an infant who died at birth in 1815. Sometime between the death of the last child and 1819, perhaps responding to the pressures of war and famine, Helena and Joseph packed up the family and left for America.

It doesn’t appear that Joseph was a man of means; in 1819 he bought 15 acres of land (contrast this with Michael Bourgeois’ land purchase a month after arrival of 80 acres). In 1828 his 15 acres and the house were worth $83. Even by 1820 standards, he was not a wealthy man.

And now it gets messy. We know that on August 22, 1820, Johannes Müller and Anna Herholzer got married (they Americanized their names for their wedding: They were John Miller and Ann Harhalsey). We know that in September of 1822, when Johannes wrote his last will, he was a widower with an infant daughter, Maria Ana. And we know that in the 1820 census, Jacob Hesholser had in his household one female under 10, one female 10-15, one male 10-16 and two adults, Joseph and his wife. (I don’t know for sure that Jacob Hesholser is Joseph. However, no Jacob ever appears in later censuses, and we KNOW Joseph is in Perry County in 1819 because he buys land then. In the absence of anyone else, it looks like Jacob and Joseph are the same man.) One person in the family is a naturalized citizen which means someone was born in the United States. Huh!

We also know that Anna was married in August of 1820, and that Elisabeth Herholzer married her first husband, John Downhour in 1821 (exact date unknown). Finally, we can’t find Marie Ursule at any point after her birth; I think she probably died, perhaps before leaving Germany (I doubt this; I think it would have appeared in the German church records. But I don’t know for sure.) Assuming this is Joseph Herholzer, how are we to read this census?

The 1820 census had multiple problems, starting with a delay in completing the enumeration until September 1821. Enumerator training varied widely in thoroughness and accuracy. And we know that Joseph and his family were recent immigrants who spoke German. It would have been good if the enumerator could speak German, but the Irish were also a huge ethnic group in the area, and it would take serious organization skills to ensure that the enumerator and respondent languages matched. To complicate this more, many of the area's German speakers were from Alsace, where the language was Alsatian, a dialect of German. I think understanding all the new settlers was pretty challenging. And Perry County was newly settled with limited amenities. The enumerator's job could not have been easy under any circumstance, but under these? Oy!

Perhaps when the census-taker appeared at the Herholzer household, he didn’t arrive until well into 1821. He got the name wrong. The respondent didn’t understand, or wasn’t told, that he should be counting people in the household as of Aug 7, 1820. So the record shows the people who were in the household when the enumerator showed up. John Baptiste and Magdalena were unmarried; they would have been there.  Elizabeth has married and is gone. Marie Ursule is dead. And Anna? She is married, probably dead as well, and her infant daughter is the "under ten" female in the house. Maria Ana was born in the US; she's the naturalized citizen.

I don’t like having to manipulate the data this much, so I’m not happy with this explanation, though I must admit it is both plausible and reasonably parsimonious. I am saved by the fact that in the larger scheme of things, this doesn’t matter. We don’t need the census to confirm the people, their children, or the locale; we have an extensive trail of official papers to tell us that. The census won’t get me the information I badly need: Maria Ana’s birth, Anna’s death, Marie Ursule’s fate, Johannes’ death, and clear data that tell me who the parents of Mary Ann Miller Bushu were.

Back to our story.

Joseph’s fifteen acres were on the edge of Somerset. According to the 1820 census, he worked in agriculture. I don’t know if this means he actually farmed or if he worked in a supportive role. Part of his household in 1820 were five 14-21 free males of color. Who they were and why they were there is a mystery to me. However, every household in Reading township in 1820 had at least two young men of color.

Johannes Muller, with or without Anna, is invisible in the 1820 census. We know he was THERE; he got married, had a baby, lost his wife, wrote his will, and died. But I don’t know if he was in a rooming house, living with a relative, in his own place (though I should be able to find tax records or a property deed; he doesn’t mention any local property in his will so I’m guessing he’s living with some family. But it doesn’t appear to be the Herholzers.)

In his will, Johannes placed Maria Ana in the care of his in-laws, Joseph Hierholzer and Helena Reinhardt Hierholzer. Maria Ana was to have all his property in Europe, property that he did not own but had a right to for his lifetime. I’m not sure just how property that he had a right to in his lifetime could be conveyed to his daughter, and this could explain how she was “swindled” out of her inheritance.

It appears that the terms of his will were met. In 1830 there was a 5-10 year old male living with the Herholzers. Since there was no child of theirs or of their married daughters who would meet this description, my presumption is this was Maria Ana. In the next seven years, as Elizabeth Herholzer Rudy and John Baptiste Herholzer had children, Mary Ann Miller appeared as godmother in the children’s baptisms. In the last one, that of Eleanor, daughter of John Baptiste Herholzer and Hester Snook, Mary Ann Miller’s co-sponsor was “Morant Burschuas.” Six months after the baptism of John and Hester’s child, on Feb. 28, 1838, a woman named Mary Ann Miller and Morand Bushu marry. I'm convinced this was Johannes Müller's baby girl.

In 1843, after having two sons, Mary Ann and Morand finally had a daughter. She was Emily in the baptismal record, but the date and the names of the parents tell us this was undeniably Ellen. Ellen’s godmother was Helen Reinhardt Herholzer. In many old naming traditions, babies are named for the baby’s grandparent. It is fitting that Mary Ann’s first daughter was named for the woman who was her “mom," if, in fact, Mary Ann is MariaAna.

One other small hint: When Morand's daughter Cecilia takes her vows as a Sister of Providence the name she chooses is . . . Helena.

What I love about this series of baptisms is the powerful sense of a close family. All three of the Herholzer children, as well as Joseph and Helena, served as godparents to one another’s children. And this closeness extends beyond family. I have read almost all the baptisms performed in St. Joseph and Holy Trinity churches; Elizabeth and her parents appear over and over again in the lives of their neighbors. Magdalena, who married Samuel Dean and became Mary, appears less frequently and then disappears entirely. I think they move away. But Elizabeth and her second husband Rudolph Rudy stay put, along with John Baptiste and Hester, having children and celebrating the milestones of their lives.

Shortly after Mary Ann and Morand were married, Joseph Herholzer died (1839). In his will and a codicil, both written before Mary Ann married, he mentions his beloved granddaughter Marie Anna, daughter of his beloved daughter Anna. In his will he leaves Mary Ann a half share of his estate. In his codicil, he says that that inheritance has been fulfilled. He did not provide any specifics so we are left wondering if he removed her from his will because he was unhappy with her (thus explaining James’ contention that she was “swindled). Or perhaps he settled some money on her in anticipation of her marriage.  I doubt we’ll ever know.

John Baptiste Herholzer died in 1845 (I assume his wife Hester predeceased him) and his five children were scattered among relatives; two of them were living with Helena in the 1850 census. At seventy something, she was still raising her grandchildren.

In the 1860 census, Helena Herholzer was living with Michael Bushu who was Morand’s first cousin. I’m not sure why Helena was not with her granddaughter, but we can ask the same question about why she wasn’t with her daughters. Perhaps Michael had more room (there were 11 people living in Morand’s very small log cabin), or lived near people she was close to or lived near the church. Perhaps she changed homes every six months and happened to be with Michael when the enumerator appeared. Regardless, all the evidence strongly suggest the Herholzers and the Bushus were close.

In September 1865 shortly after the birth of her eighth daughter and eleventh child, and the marriage of her first daughter, Ellen (to Samuel Mattingly), Mary Ann Miller Bushu died. She was 44. She lost her mother and father in infancy, married at 17, lost her grandfather (who helped raised her) at 18, bore eleven children in 27 years while living in one of the smallest houses you can imagine. As a farm wife, her responsibilities, shared with her children I’m sure, were enormous: the family’s food, clothes, and health depended upon her. Her days would have been long and hard, tending the fires, gardens, milk cows, chickens; sewing, fixing wounds, emptying slop jars, canning, pickling, and otherwise preserving food for the winter, cooking, cleaning, wiping noses and butts. And she did this while either pregnant or nursing. I know these early pioneer families drew strength and solidarity, as well as good times, from the church and community. I hope that was true for Mary Ann.

Everything in this document is supported with strong, unquestionable evidence, everything, that is, except the names of Mary Ann Miller Bushu’s parents. It is my belief that the material presented here showing repeated family connections over a long period of time is powerful argument that her Mom and Dad were Johannes Müller and Anna Herholzer. I hope my readers agree.

Moran and Mary Ann Bushu's eleven children

When I was a girl attending Catholic schools in the 50s and 60s, I was told repeatedly by the nuns that one of every five girls had a vocation. This scared me no end because, as it happened, I was one of five girls, and I was pretty sure that my gorgeous older sisters weren't convent-bound and equally positive that my younger bratty sister was just not nun material. And I really didn't want to take the veil.

I guess, since I remember my trepidation 55 years later, that this was a deep concern of mine; denying a vocation was right up there with wearing patent leather shoes and french-kissing. Yikes! I was doomed. How lovely it would have been to know that I had five great-great-great aunts who did my time for me. Anyway, because I can now sleep at night, I shall tell their story, a story about a treasure hunt.

In mid-2012, after getting as much Wolf information as I could at the time, I turned my genealogical questions to the Bushu family. I had been given a major leg up by Lester Bushue whose own research supplied me with the names of many ancestors. But there were gaps, so I started to fill them in. And ran into serious obstacles. The people who were missing were five of Francis J. Bushu's sisters. And yes, we all know how much I HATE losing women. So I became a woman with a mission.

It has taken 2 1/2 years of persistent searching, but I have found the women. So here it is.

To recap: Michel Bourgeois 1782 immigrated to the US in 1827. One of his sons was Morand Bourgeois (who will be Moran Bushu from here on), born in Mertzen, Alsace, France in 1810. In 1838, Moran married Mary Ann Miller, age 17, and in the next 27 years they had eleven children.

Henry, 1839
Francis Joseph (Herbert A. Bushu's father) 1841
Ellen 1843
Angeline 1846
James 1848
Anna 1851
Martha 1854
Margaret 1856
Gertrude 1859
Mary Cecilia 1862
Ethel Clara 1865

Mary Ann died in 1865 (at 44) and in the mid 1870s, Moran made the long trip to Buck Township, Edgar County, Illinois, where he bought 240 acres of some of the best land in the country (according to Lester Bushue, for whom farm land is a passion.) It was there that Moran died in 1878. He's buried in St. Mary's cemetery in Paris, Illinois.

The children

My search for the men, Henry, Frank, and James, was fairly easy; they married well, were men of property and substance, and had the luck to appear in all sorts of formal documents. The women? Not so much. So I first got the men out of the way and then turned to the women. Margaret and Ellen married Mattingly men, and the Mattinglys are a very prominent family even today. They produced prodigious numbers of religious, procreated bountifully, and are reasonably easy to trace. If you're counting, this means I have three men and two women accounted for. But there were six more women to find.

I knew that there was one nun in the family, but I wasn't sure which of the women it was. By consulting with other family members, I eventually tracked her down (Cecilia or Sr. Helena). Once I found identified Cecilia, I spent a good deal of time searching websites and libraries until I happened upon the archives of the Columbus Diocese, which led me via a labyrinth I will not describe to two more nuns, Angie (Sr. Raymond) and Anna (Sr. Reginald). And then, while in Paris, Illinois seeking Moran's will, I came upon Ethel's will (which gave me Ethel), and that led me to Martha (Sr. Joseph Clare). But the last, Gertrude (Sr. Bernadine), involved a long, winding trail that didn't bring me home until earlier in 2015.

The following reports as much as I know about all eleven children and a little bit about the process of finding them all.

Henry was the first born, in 1839, and the first to leave. Listed in his father's house in 1860 as a cabinetmaker, by 1870 he had departed for Illinois. He married, and seems to have divorced, Mary Ann Robinson, the daughter of one of Edgar County's founders, Martin Robinson. Martin had married one of daughters of the first settler in Effingham County, Illinois (Frederick Brocket). It appears that when Brocket died, the Robinsons inherited his property, and by extension Henry who must have still been married at the time, according to The History of Effingham County (1883, p. 222). Lester Bushue told me that there's an old mill site on the Little Wabash near where he grew up that's called the Robinson mill. Information about when Henry married and divorced has eluded me to this point. When Morand died in 1878, Henry, minus Mary Ann, and his brother James took over Moran's 240 acres of farm. Henry is an interesting character. For a while he took responsibility for a young boy, Henry Hooker, the orphaned son of I'm not sure who. (Henry Hooker's sister, Ellen, was raised by James Bushu and his wife Cecilia Musselman). In his later years, Henry lived with his widowed sister Margaret Mattingly in Indiana. It was there that he died in 1903 at 64.

Francis Joseph will be treated in depth in another essay, but here's a short bio. Born in 1841, he married Agatha Burkey in 1866, and the family moved to Edgar County, Illinois in 1874. He and Agatha had 9 children. (Frank and Agatha produced almost twice as many children as the rest of his siblings combined. In his later years he was a prominent man in Mattoon, Illinois. It will be fun sharing with everyone what I've learned about him and Agatha. Stay tuned.) Frank died in October of 1922 at 81, and Agatha followed him quickly in January of 1923.

The third child was Ellen, born in 1843 and probably named for her godmother and (probable) grandmother Eleanor Hierholzer. On Jan 31, 1865,  Ellen married Samuel Mattingly, who was a marrying man. (She was Samuel's second wife, and after Ellen died in 1892 at 49, Samuel married a third time.) For a time, her sister Cecilia lived with them; she appears in their household in the 1880 census. Also in the 1880 census is a 10 year old boy, Gerome McKiney. (I think Samuel Mattingly was the son of Michael Mattingly and Honora Durbin. Michael had a daughter Nora who married Charles McKiney. It makes sense that Gerome is Nora and Charles' son, making him Samuel's nephew. Whew!) It doesn't appear Ellen had children, at least none that were living at the time of the censuses.

The fourth child is Angeline and she, along with her younger sister Anna, gave me my first clue that this was no ordinary Catholic family. In August of 1871, Angie entered St. Mary of the Springs convent in Columbus, Ohio. (St. Mary's had begun life in Somerset, Ohio, home to the Bourgeois families). She received her habit in late 1871, and she took her vows in November, 1872, assuming the name Sr. Raymond. Shortly thereafter she was sent to Lancaster, Ohio to help open a school there. Life at these early outposts was hard, and conditions were less than optimal. In 1885, thirteen years after her profession of faith, Sr. Raymond Bushu died at 39.

James Bushu was born in 1848. He departed for Illinois in 1874 and worked as a farmhand until Moran moved to Edgar County and bought land. After Moran died, Moran's daughters and son Frank deeded their shares of the farm to James and Henry. James was a very successful farmer, so much so that he merited his own biographical entry in Volume Two of the Portrait and Biographical Album of Vermillion and Edgar Counties, published in 1889. James and Henry raised cattle, hogs, and horses. James married Cecilia Musselman in January of 1878. They had no children but helped raised Ellen Hooker, Henry (Harry) Hooker, and Frank Musselman, perhaps Cecilia's brother. James is the source of the tale that his mother, Mary Ann Miller, was the granddaughter of a German count. He lived a long, prosperous life and enjoyed considerable success, serving as County Supervisor and School Director. He died in 1936 at 88, Cecilia in 1939.

Anna is the sixth child, born in 1851. Though younger than her sister Angeline, she preceded her to St. Mary of the Springs, entering the convent in November of 1869, receiving the habit in February of 1870, and professing vows in February of 1871, taking the name of Sr. Reginald. Annie died at 30, in 1881, leaving everything to the convent. Henry was executor. Both she and her sister are buried in the cemetery at St. Mary of the Springs.*

The seventh child is Martha, born in 1855. Martha joined the Sisters of Providence in Viga, Indiana in 1881. By then, the family had moved to Edgar County, and Viga was much closer than Columbus, Ohio.  She took her vows in 1884, assuming the name of Sr. Joseph Clare. I have a handwritten note that describes Sr. Joseph as having a "quiet, retiring disposition, silent and faithful to duty. She did not show much tact for teaching and at various times was employed in domestic duties." It appears that she may have been assigned a ministry in someplace other than the Viga convent, as when she developed TB, she "came home to die" in 1907 at 52. The note goes on to comment on her leaving her inheritance to the community, noting that "she made her will in favor of the community and insisted on her family abiding by its contents." At the time the undated, unsigned note was written, James had paid the first installment.

Number eight is Margaret, born in 1856, and she did NOT enter the convent. Instead, she married another Mattingly man, James, in 1880, with whom she had four children: Mary Gertrude, Francis, Claude, and Ralph Joseph. In 1890 James died in Tipton, Indiana, not long after Margaret delivered her fourth child in May of 1888.  In 1900, Margaret was still living in Tipton, and her brother Henry was with her. Some time after Henry's death in 1905, Margaret and three children moved to Otney, Colorado, not far from Pueblo. My guess is she had tuberculosis and was hoping to recover her health in the mountain air. There she died in 1912 at 56; she was buried in Tipton, Indiana.

The ninth baby is Gertrude, my will 'o the wisp. Gertrude was born in 1859. She appeared in the 1860 and 1870 censuses living at home, she quit-claimed her share of her father's estate to James and Henry in 1878 when Moran died, and then vanished. I spent almost two years looking for this woman in censuses, marriage records, death records, everywhere. Nothing. And then one day, on a whim, noting that Gertrude was a very unusual name in that era, I decided to do a wild card search. Such a search is risky; it meant that I entered the name "Gertrude" and her birth year, 1859, into Ancestry's search box for the 1880 census. I got 15 hits and one of them was for Gertrude Bushne in Washington, Kentucky.  She was Sr. Bernadine at St. Catherine of Sienna Convent in Bardstown, KY. And we actually know a bit about her. She entered the novitiate in 1878 (about 2 weeks before her father died), and took her vows in March of 1880. She was elected Prioress of the Congregation in 1897 and served until 1900. During her administration, the convent, grounds, and chapel were beautified. Shortly after she died, in 1903 at age 44*, the convent burned. When they rebuilt, they dedicated a set of windows over the organ in the choir to her. They're gorgeous. So was Gertrude.

Mary Cecilia, born in 1862 is the tenth child and our fifth nun. Ordained in 1885 as Sr. Helena at the Congregation of the Holy Cross convent (now St. Mary's at Notre Dame), Cecilia is the one nun we knew about, probably because she lived a long, productive life. When she celebrated her 75th anniversary with the convent (at 98) the Indianapolis Star published a lovely piece about her. She taught all over the country, knew Fr. Edward Sorin who founded Notre Dame, and served on the staff at St. John's Hospital in Anderson, Indiana. Sr. Helena died at 103, in 1965.

Moran and Mary Ann's last baby, number eleven, was Ethel Clare, born in 1865. Shortly after Ethel's birth, Mary Ann died, quite possibly as a result of complications during or after birth. Ethel did not have the long life that Cecilia enjoyed; she died in 1898, at age 33. She never married, but she left a critical legacy. In her will, she left her watch to Ellen Hooker, her clothes, cape, shoes and cloak to Maggie Steiner, and $150 to a Sr. Joseph Clare in a convent in Indiana, a bequest that started me on the search that ended with five sister Sisters. Five nuns who "paid it forward," so that I don't have to feel guilty to have fallen in love with a mortal man.  Thank you, Sisters!


*I shouldn't do this, but I will. I have this image of young Anna entering the convent and her beloved older sister joining her so they can be together. Perhaps they both shared a desire for the convent, but Angie, as the older daughter, was responsible for the little ones once Mary Ann died, so Anna entered the novitiate ahead of her sister. But as soon as she is able, Angie, too, joins the convent, only to be sent off to Lancaster shortly after taking vows. So the two sisters' dream of serving together crashes, first by separation and then by death.
I won't explain how I know this, but our great-great-grandfather Moran and his wife Mary Ann were deeply religious. Moran subscribed to the Catholic Telegraph Register and in the mid-late 1800s, that's a very big deal. So imagine how this religious family with five nuns would have reacted to Henry's divorce. Oy!
I can't help being struck by the huge variation in life expectancies. The men live into their 70s or 80s; the women, with the exception of Cecilia, all die before they're 60, most before 50. At some point, I shall have to investigate that.

Sunday, October 4, 2015

Ancestry and Family Search errors

In case you use FamilySearch or Ancestry a lot, here's a heads up. I check member trees when I'm trying to see if others have more information than I have on someone in my family. Every once in a while, my search pays off with a new name, and off I go to confirm the information with reliable sources. But generally I find that what people post doesn't include the source used (or the source is someone else's tree) and sometimes I find flat out errors. Today's search for more information on Francis J. Bushu, my great-grandfather, led me to trees that were, quite simply, wrong. Recently, I had the same experience with Wolf.

I'm not talking about errors that place someone in the wrong town or provide an incorrect date, although those are not minor mistakes. In both the Bushu and Wolf instances, NAMES were wrong, as were RELATIONSHIPS. Martin Wolf married Mary Ann Diemer, NOT Mary Ann Scantt (even though that's what's on Frank Wolf's death record). And several Bushu trees have inaccuracies about who married whom, who parented whom, and so on.

I don't want to call out anyone. I'm assuming the errors are in collateral lines, where people may feel accuracy -- for their purposes -- isn't a high priority. But I do want to make sure that the errors don't get compounded by their inclusions in YOUR tree. I am happy to direct you to the sources I use for my research so you can confirm for yourself the accuracy of your data. Just ask.


Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Ida Wolf Bushu in Colorado: Tale of the photos

PREAMBLE

A friend has been helping me clean up a few very old pictures so that the faces are clear enough to identify. This isn't as easy a task as you'd think, and it's complicated by the fact that we have so few photos of the Wolf family, and none of the faces in them are identified. My initial interest was in three family pictures, two taken in front of Mame (Mary) Wolf Walters Miller's home, and one, taken in an unknown spot, of most of the adult family (Rose is missing). Each of the photos raises interesting questions, but that is another essay.

In an effort to identify the faces in THESE photos, I consulted other old photos in my possession, and as is so often the case, in looking at something with a different goal in mind, I saw new stuff. So this little essay is about a small set of personal photos that were taken when Ida Wolf Bushu was out west trying to be cured of "consumption." 

The photos from her time in the west are immensely sad. There are three that appear to have been taken the same day, and feature great-grandmother Eva and her 3-year-old granddaughter Pauline, another of three adult women with child Pauline, and a final one of two women, one in a coat, greeting one another on a porch. The back of this one says “Aunt Betty Denver Col.” All three pictures are taken in the same place, what appears to be the front of a rustic cabin. There is a fourth photo, but its association, if any, with the rest is unknown. This one is of two women on a porch or balcony, though probably not the same porch as the other three (but possibly at the same building).

I should mention that these photos, all but the one of four women, have identifying names on the back, written in mother’s distinctive handwriting. The problem is that it isn’t clear when Pauline made the notes: before or after the onset of Alzheimers. I’m pretty sure there is at least one error; I doubt the photos were taken in Denver, as mom claimed. But is this mistake made because that’s what she was told, or was she disabled enough that she no longer remembered? Regardless, this one error leaves open the possibility that she misidentified the few people she named. Despite evidence that I shouldn’t, I’ve decided to believe mother’s identifications.

BACKGROUND

Ida Wolf Bushu's story is tragic. Born in 1880, she married a bit late for her era, in 1908 when she was 28. She had two children quickly, Pauline in September of 1909 and Herbert C. in 1910, but then fell ill with what we know was tuberculosis. I was told family stories about how Ida went to Colorado to be cured, about how she slept on a cold porch because it was believed the cold air and high altitude would be good for her. But Ida didn't stay in Colorado, and she wasn't cured. She went home and died in Mt. Carmel (her obituary says at her parents' home) in March of 1915. 

That is an awfully skeletal story for the woman who gave her daughter and me her rotten eyesight, so I have been trying to learn more. But mother didn't talk much, Grandfather not at all, and the civil records are pretty slim.  I have her baptismal record and her appearance in the 1900 census. She was too young for the 1880 census, and the 1890 census is gone. The 1910 census showed her married and still living in Mt. Carmel, and then she's gone. 


[A quick diversion. Ida is the third child of Frank and Eva to become ill, and the first to be sent elsewhere for treatment. Cousin Bill Wolf said he thought (and I stress the thought part, because as we all know, what we remember may have a very loose relationship with the facts) that one reason Ida's children didn't inherit anything when Eva, Ida's mother, died was because her father paid for her treatment out west. I've seen great grandfather's will and probate, and this is patently false; Pauline and Herb were in the will; they were to get the family home after Eva passed. Instead, mother got a picture. I don't know what Herbert got. Somehow part of the will's instructions didn't get followed. My bet is great grandfather paid for Ida’s treatment out west because he'd already lost two children to TB (Mayme and Henry), and he and Eva were frantic to break the family curse. And failed. They would lose another daughter, Rose, to the disease and a granddaughter, Amelia Walters, Mayme's child.]

THE SEARCH

Back to our story. I have really wanted to make this lovely woman real to me. I probably should have tried tracking down her school records (I’ve done some of that) and such, but instead, I went looking for her in Colorado. And, well, that's impossible; how does one find one sick woman temporarily living in a big state? So, as almost everyone knows, instead I've been chasing down Wolf ancestors (and had more success than I thought possible).

But then, Erich the photographer brought me cleaned up versions of those two old photos of the family, and I sat down with magnifying lens to see if I could figure out what these ancestors looked like. I wish I could say this process was easy, but it wasn't.  Eva and Frank Wolf produced children who look like, well, each other. I'm not great with faces, and so I've spent a lot of time poring over these photos, trying to tell everyone apart. 


To help with my task, I dug out other photos -- including those Colorado pictures -- read what was on the back, and tried to use that knowledge to put names to faces. The Colorado photos are both easy and hard. Easy because by the time Ida is there, Mame is dead, and Ottilia and Rose are married with children, narrowing down who the women in the pictures might be. Ida helped me; she posed with a distinctive cocked hip in the family pictures, and the woman in a black skirt is posed a bit like that. And the more I stare at her face in other pictures, the more the face in this one looks the same. So I think Black Skirt is Ida. 

Child Pauline is easy, as is grandmother Eva. So what about the other women? Not a clue. Both Elizabeth and Pauline were possible visitors, but the posing in the three-women-and-a-child photo is very odd. One woman is very much in the background.  And the picture of the woman in the coat and hat? It says “Aunt Betty,” so I have to assume Aunt Betts was in Colorado at this time.

Back to the photo of three women with child Pauline. I was pretty sure about Ida. But the other two?  I turned to another photo in the collection, one that is identified in mother's handwriting as Mary Wolf and Pauline Wolf "at Stratton Park." There’s no date with the photo, and so there’s no way to know if it’s taken at the same time as the other photos, but I sensed that it was. Setting, clothes and people suggest that. 


The date of that photo is important: was it taken around the time that Ida was taking the cure, or at some other time? In the photo, Pauline Wolf appears to be a young adult woman. Since she was born in 1893, I think it’s safe to assume this picture wasn’t taken before 1910 when she was 17, and probably later.

The other woman is identified as Mary Wolf, and if this is true, we have two candidates for her.  Mary (Mayme, Ida’s sister) was born in 1876, married in 1896, had two children and was widowed by 1901. She died of TB in 1911. Anything is possible, of course, but it’s hard to imagine that she went to Colorado as a widow with two kids. Given the age that Pauline appears to be, I think it’s likely that Mayme was dying or dead when this picture was taken.



The only other Mary Wolf is Frank Wolf's wife, Mary Grubb. They were married in November of 1912. To me it seems likely that the picture of Mary Wolf and Pauline Wolf was taken after 1910, perhaps after Nov. 1912. (Mother was inconsistent in her naming habits. Sometimes women who were single when a picture was taken were provided with their married names on the photos. But sometimes not. So the picture could have been taken before Frank and Mary were married or after.)


And it suddenly hit me that the Stratton Park thing might be a CLUE, so I headed back online, learned that Stratton Park is part of Colorado Springs, and that Colorado Springs was extremely popular for those trying to recover from "consumption."  

More traipsing around, this time googling the name Stratton. I found a story about William Stratton, gold miner, major philanthropist and founder of sanitoria in and around Colorado Springs. Okay, I say to myself. So Ida could well have been in Colorado Springs. How do I find out where? 

I read about the sanitoria of her day, and that didn't help. A couple were run by nuns, but I was reasonably sure Ida was in a cabin of some sort, and many of these places sounded more like hospitals. So I asked Jay how he felt about going to Colorado Springs, and he liked the idea until he asked why, and I told him, "um, maybe see if I can find records of my grandmother when she might have been living there temporarily sometime in 1913 . . . ."

So instead of going to Colorado Springs, I logged onto Ancestry.com and managed to work my way to the Colorado Springs City Directory lists. Finding that the directories stopped with 1912 was sobering. (As usual, that has changed; there’s now a directory for 1914 and some later ones, but they aren’t relevant here.) In the photos that include Pauline (born Sept, 1909), she looks about 3-4; I know Ida died in 1915. I feared 1912 was too early.

In order to put a city directory (or any book) on line, someone makes digital images (pictures) of each page, just as they are. Some books are searchable, meaning you can type in the name Bushu, and the program will look for that name.  But city directories aren't searchable, so it takes a while to find what you're looking for, if it's there. (At least they weren’t when I first located them; they are now, a scant two months later.)

But I didn't let this scare me off. I accessed the 1912 directory, located the index, figured out about where the residents' pages would begin, and started looking at the pages at 144. Ooh, way too early. Try 160.  Nope, still the As. But finally, page 194, I find her.

"Bushu, Herbert A. (Mrs. Ida K.) r. Camp Stratton."

I am unable to believe that this is anyone other than grandmother; the name, the place, the year? For there to be two Ida Bushus, married to Herbert A. Bushu, boggles the mind. (I will seek corroborating evidence.) So in 1912 she's living at Camp Stratton, which sounds a lot like a rustic place where one might be trying to get well. Her baby boy (born in December of 1910) is at home, I think, with his Bushu relatives. Mom is with Ida, though I don't know if it's temporary or permanent. Ida is sick enough to need, and be willing take, the cure, and it's a pretty rough one. And, of course, it doesn't work.

In the fall of 2014, Susan and I went to Colorado Springs in an effort to get more information about Camp Stratton. That was a failure; whatever Camp Stratton was, it isn’t there now and there don’t appear to be any historical references to it. It’s a real place; at least 25 people were living there in 1912. But it isn’t listed in the 1912 city directory as a street, a hotel, rooming house, boarding house, furnished rooms, hotel, hospital, or sanitarium.  There’s a Myron Stratton Home but it’s for the poor and destitute. There’s a Stratton Park, and in the 1914 directory, Camp Stratton (a street) ends near there. But Camp Stratton? Not a clue. But we did discover that there was at least one other Wolf with Ida: her sister Elizabeth. And it’s possible that Frank, Ida and Elizabeth’s father, was there as well. It’s reassuring to know that people who loved Ida were there, helping her in her quest to get well.

So there we have it. Here are the pictures. In the photo of the three woman, I think we have Ida on the left, Pauline Wolf on the right, and either Elizabeth Wolf or Mary Grubb Wolf (Frank's wife), in the rear. They're at Camp Stratton, Colorado Springs, Colorado. Comparing the photo I have of Mary Grubb Wolf to this one tells me that she is the woman in the background.

And why might Mary be there? Well, this is wild speculation but: Frank G. and Mary Grubb were married in November of 1912. I have a wonderful picture of them on horseback in what looks like the Rockies, exchanging a precarious kiss. I think they were there in Colorado, and Mary may have chosen to visit her new sister-in-law. 

SUMMING UP

I'm not sure why working all this out is so satisfying. We have a lot of public records, enough to piece together our family story in a fair amount of factual detail.  We all knew that Ida spent time in Colorado, so determining where shouldn't be that momentous.

And yet for me it is, I think, because the census and other records show the public face of our lives, and Ida's time in Colorado, trying to get well so she can raise her children and love her husband, is personal. The farther back in time we go, the fuzzier our picture will become. And the farther we advance into the future, the harder it will become to make these ancestors flesh and blood.  Giving substance and life to the people of our past is the genealogist’s gift to the future.