.. but it's still possible to unravel the family's story. My relative Rob Haine left England around 1900 for a new life in South Africa with his brothers. They ended up in Jo'burg, but he found a farm on the east coast. He was leaving a land with plenty of fairly accessible records, for a land that until recently, had none.
We saw glimpses of him again - in 1960 his cousin died intestate in Somerset and in the ensuing document, 6 of his 7 kids were named. In 2009 his wife's niece died in Somerset and her family gave me an old address in Durban, but that didn't lead me anywhere.
I published a book on the family in 2000 and we still didn't know their whereabouts, then.
Last year FamilySearch released some protestant church records for Natal, and I eagerly set to combing through for Haine's. It wasn't hard to find the family, as the records were mostly indexed. Although it said marriages for the town weren't listed after 1955, I found the index went up to 1970. I combed through this looking for the bride, as the dot-matrix index from 1992 listed the marriage in groom order. Bingo - I found of Rob's granddaughters marrying in 1958 and the other in 1966.
But it was the youngest granddaughter, Mandy, born 1959 I was due to find next. And it wasn't through googling, through the phone book, but through another resource that I found her.
Thank you FamilySearch for great Natal records and unblocking a 15-year puzzle; without, sadly, me having to set a foot on the continent.
8 Feb 2014
The exclusion of the sisterhood
When Ellen Smith married at the pretty, remote, church of St Lawrence in 1874, it was pretty final. She kept in touch with her sisters, who fled the area around the same time, and whose holiday snap at Clacton ten years earlier tells of the closeness between them.
But the address book slammed shut on the others. The death of Mrs Smith in 1867 had been followed by an unpopular marriage of the father. One-by-one the three girls left their former home and for them it never became their home again. The eldest girl made rapid vows at 18 as did the boy a year later, who not only married an older lady but apparently emigrated too. There remains a shadow over the character of the father, Henry, and his role within the family.
The dust had long settled by the 1920s when Ellen was living in some comfort in North London and penning a letter to her very pregnant daughter and musing on old times. From now on, all that mattered were her husband children and family plus of course those dear sisters. The editing pen had been viciously active over the Smith family and we didn't get the full picture for many years.
*
1986 and I get a Smith family tree through the post - well it was for Ellen's family by marriage but the Smiths got a mention. I can't figure out the hand - my uncle, his mother? On it the sisters feature of course but not so much the brothers. One version has an enigmatic '?' while another puts the boy's name down, William.
This family were great at deleting people they didn't want to remember, or claimed not to remember. Yes let's remember the happy 1920s Christmases at the house in Muswell Hill with nice tidy children and Edwardian elegance. But what about a few miles down the road?
Arthur Smith, the brother-who-never-was, had produced 12 children and now grandchildren who weren't bank managers and couldn't always find work and were not so well-off but did alright - in Bermondsey.
Did Ellen fear a door-knock and her ancient Suffolk past catching up with her. Not one brother, but TWO elided from the tree. And then her nephew's children going into care as well. No wonder she repressed a gasp in 1921 when she opened the door and out stood her niece, Miss Daisy Skinner looking quite confident in the autumn cool. For a moment Ellen wondered what the lady wanted. She was ready to close the door. But Miss Daisy had done alright. She was getting herself together. While Daisy may genuinely have been fond of this uptight old aunt, there was a business perspective to her visit. Who knows how she'd spent her twenties - dancing, clerical work, or dressmaking - but she was now about to buy a little hotel by the sea, and family members would be useful income for her.
Whew. Ellen allowed her grip to unravel from the newel post of the staircase at the house in Hornsey. It hadn't been her brothers' family. It was only Sophy's girl. She'd been married over 40 years and still the inconvenience of her brothers and father bothered her. What had William been doing in America, was he going to come back? Arthur had broken a gasworks strike and subsequently done a runner. He wouldn't be back, but his family - could find her at any time.
~
Suspicion clouded her mind but not a whisper of this reached her daughter. The ability to compartmentalise the story is extraordinary. Ellen remained fond of her sisters, and even went down to Bexhill to see them at Daisy's hotel, exactly as Miss Skinner had forecast. She loved the place of her birth - the Old Hall at Mulbarton and several times she would speak of it, in the happy years before she lost her mother. Even my own grandfather knew the family only as 'blue-blooded' and 'from the Hall'.
This is a peculiarly Victorian story. The rise from solid working-class to middle-class was a precarious one for the rider. Whilst the wife of a Methodist minister's position was fairly secure, she had duties to educate her children and ensure they made the right choices in life. Knowledge of close family members who were not known to have made this rise would have been most alarming to her. The advent of opportunities for wide travel - leaving not only the county (Norfolk) but the country (England) could split up even the closest of familial bonds. Add into the mix, a disrupted childhood (death of mother, move to another isolated rural community, growing deafness of father and finally his remarriage), the importance of status or money over family and increasing mobility and the ground was set for divorce.
Ellen protected herself and her family and ironically was similar to her runaway brother in prizing everything more highly than her family of origin. I feel she could have been closer as a mature married woman, to her brother in America, but the opportunity wouldn't have arisen.
The father Henry's paralysing deafness was the lynchpin that failed to link the family together. His siblings were close - Richard, Harriet and the children of Sarah were still in touch into the twentieth century and did what they could for Henry. Can anything sinister be read into his daughters' turning their back on him? The uncle at Mulbarton had been quite specific that his wealth should go to Henry's *wife* and not to him, but this was standard practice for clued-up testators.
Another mystery is the photograph of Clacton-on-sea from, I thought, 1860, when the town wasn't founded till 1871 and railway line didn't get there till late 1860s.
But the address book slammed shut on the others. The death of Mrs Smith in 1867 had been followed by an unpopular marriage of the father. One-by-one the three girls left their former home and for them it never became their home again. The eldest girl made rapid vows at 18 as did the boy a year later, who not only married an older lady but apparently emigrated too. There remains a shadow over the character of the father, Henry, and his role within the family.
The dust had long settled by the 1920s when Ellen was living in some comfort in North London and penning a letter to her very pregnant daughter and musing on old times. From now on, all that mattered were her husband children and family plus of course those dear sisters. The editing pen had been viciously active over the Smith family and we didn't get the full picture for many years.
*
1986 and I get a Smith family tree through the post - well it was for Ellen's family by marriage but the Smiths got a mention. I can't figure out the hand - my uncle, his mother? On it the sisters feature of course but not so much the brothers. One version has an enigmatic '?' while another puts the boy's name down, William.
This family were great at deleting people they didn't want to remember, or claimed not to remember. Yes let's remember the happy 1920s Christmases at the house in Muswell Hill with nice tidy children and Edwardian elegance. But what about a few miles down the road?
Arthur Smith, the brother-who-never-was, had produced 12 children and now grandchildren who weren't bank managers and couldn't always find work and were not so well-off but did alright - in Bermondsey.
Did Ellen fear a door-knock and her ancient Suffolk past catching up with her. Not one brother, but TWO elided from the tree. And then her nephew's children going into care as well. No wonder she repressed a gasp in 1921 when she opened the door and out stood her niece, Miss Daisy Skinner looking quite confident in the autumn cool. For a moment Ellen wondered what the lady wanted. She was ready to close the door. But Miss Daisy had done alright. She was getting herself together. While Daisy may genuinely have been fond of this uptight old aunt, there was a business perspective to her visit. Who knows how she'd spent her twenties - dancing, clerical work, or dressmaking - but she was now about to buy a little hotel by the sea, and family members would be useful income for her.
Whew. Ellen allowed her grip to unravel from the newel post of the staircase at the house in Hornsey. It hadn't been her brothers' family. It was only Sophy's girl. She'd been married over 40 years and still the inconvenience of her brothers and father bothered her. What had William been doing in America, was he going to come back? Arthur had broken a gasworks strike and subsequently done a runner. He wouldn't be back, but his family - could find her at any time.
~
Suspicion clouded her mind but not a whisper of this reached her daughter. The ability to compartmentalise the story is extraordinary. Ellen remained fond of her sisters, and even went down to Bexhill to see them at Daisy's hotel, exactly as Miss Skinner had forecast. She loved the place of her birth - the Old Hall at Mulbarton and several times she would speak of it, in the happy years before she lost her mother. Even my own grandfather knew the family only as 'blue-blooded' and 'from the Hall'.
This is a peculiarly Victorian story. The rise from solid working-class to middle-class was a precarious one for the rider. Whilst the wife of a Methodist minister's position was fairly secure, she had duties to educate her children and ensure they made the right choices in life. Knowledge of close family members who were not known to have made this rise would have been most alarming to her. The advent of opportunities for wide travel - leaving not only the county (Norfolk) but the country (England) could split up even the closest of familial bonds. Add into the mix, a disrupted childhood (death of mother, move to another isolated rural community, growing deafness of father and finally his remarriage), the importance of status or money over family and increasing mobility and the ground was set for divorce.
Ellen protected herself and her family and ironically was similar to her runaway brother in prizing everything more highly than her family of origin. I feel she could have been closer as a mature married woman, to her brother in America, but the opportunity wouldn't have arisen.
The father Henry's paralysing deafness was the lynchpin that failed to link the family together. His siblings were close - Richard, Harriet and the children of Sarah were still in touch into the twentieth century and did what they could for Henry. Can anything sinister be read into his daughters' turning their back on him? The uncle at Mulbarton had been quite specific that his wealth should go to Henry's *wife* and not to him, but this was standard practice for clued-up testators.
Another mystery is the photograph of Clacton-on-sea from, I thought, 1860, when the town wasn't founded till 1871 and railway line didn't get there till late 1860s.
Britons in Africa
Africa United was a great movie. I seem to remember getting pressurised to watch it while somewhere really unexpected like the University of London students' union or a socialist demonstration, or possibly strolling through Mayfair. We need to be united in our search for records in Africa.
Britons in Africa is now online. It is a showcase database, enabling people to be surprised at finding one of their folks on the great unexplored continent. The Stirling Castle, Dublin Castle, Walmer Castle and a dozen other Union-Castle ships could get you to a new life in as little as 23 days.
However, until recently, those 23 days could see your descendants in England closing the door completely on your life, as no genealogical information was obtainable from South Africa, which became a Republic (after Afrikaaner-dominated voting) in 1961.
Now, on FamilySearch, Natal marriage records are online (to 1955) and Zimbabwe deaths, in a somewhat crude index up to the last days of Ian Smith. It looks like the card indexes were hurled out on the table and rapidly photographed before possible destruction by the incoming government. Who knows. It's great to have them.
These new databases that allow us to follow our relatives around the world, should be applauded.
Britons in Africa is now online. It is a showcase database, enabling people to be surprised at finding one of their folks on the great unexplored continent. The Stirling Castle, Dublin Castle, Walmer Castle and a dozen other Union-Castle ships could get you to a new life in as little as 23 days.
However, until recently, those 23 days could see your descendants in England closing the door completely on your life, as no genealogical information was obtainable from South Africa, which became a Republic (after Afrikaaner-dominated voting) in 1961.
Now, on FamilySearch, Natal marriage records are online (to 1955) and Zimbabwe deaths, in a somewhat crude index up to the last days of Ian Smith. It looks like the card indexes were hurled out on the table and rapidly photographed before possible destruction by the incoming government. Who knows. It's great to have them.
These new databases that allow us to follow our relatives around the world, should be applauded.
26 Dec 2013
Clues from the cousins #2
It's very nice to get one's own detailed family tree back with a few amendments. In the case of 87 year-old distant cousin Ted W, the additions were limited to a couple of pen strokes.
Next to Robert Boocock I'd optimistically put a ? in case there were any other siblings. Ted just put a red line through that. Nice and clear.
I nearly missed it but under his uncle William Young, he'd put something. It was definitely his writing and not his young nephew's. It was the three letters ADA in capitals. Well that was something, didn't know about her. Also the digits 23.6. I guessed this was Ada's birthdate - the 23rd of June. Not much to go on - but a whole new unexpected family group to add to the tree.
Sure enough I checked the birth records and censuses and found William - with a completely different age and a very different wife from the one I expected. I put Ada on the backburner, happy to have at least found a record of her birth on the banks of the Tyne (Northumberland).
Then I thought - I can't just abandon this information. Surely a record of Ada's later life can be found? I teased out information concerning all the Ada Youngs who married on the Tyne and one fitted the best. The next challenge came for her daughter, listed as Dollie J (name slightly changed). I might have used Findmypast's excellent marriage finder, but in this case I employed an alternative tack. Looking for all the children with the right mother's maiden name born near the Tyne, I found only candidate that fitted and this led me to the missing marriage. Now I have Ada's two children to write to, living not far at all from where there grandfather William Young was in the 1911 census.
Sadly Ada has now long been deceased, but she was remembered I'm guessing affectionately by her elderly cousin Ted, and it's time now to see if her children would like to know something of her family background after such a long gap.
Postscript: No Tynesider will be surprised to hear that Dollie knows Ted W, and is in touch as I am with Ted's nephew Dave.
Next to Robert Boocock I'd optimistically put a ? in case there were any other siblings. Ted just put a red line through that. Nice and clear.
I nearly missed it but under his uncle William Young, he'd put something. It was definitely his writing and not his young nephew's. It was the three letters ADA in capitals. Well that was something, didn't know about her. Also the digits 23.6. I guessed this was Ada's birthdate - the 23rd of June. Not much to go on - but a whole new unexpected family group to add to the tree.
Sure enough I checked the birth records and censuses and found William - with a completely different age and a very different wife from the one I expected. I put Ada on the backburner, happy to have at least found a record of her birth on the banks of the Tyne (Northumberland).
Then I thought - I can't just abandon this information. Surely a record of Ada's later life can be found? I teased out information concerning all the Ada Youngs who married on the Tyne and one fitted the best. The next challenge came for her daughter, listed as Dollie J (name slightly changed). I might have used Findmypast's excellent marriage finder, but in this case I employed an alternative tack. Looking for all the children with the right mother's maiden name born near the Tyne, I found only candidate that fitted and this led me to the missing marriage. Now I have Ada's two children to write to, living not far at all from where there grandfather William Young was in the 1911 census.
Sadly Ada has now long been deceased, but she was remembered I'm guessing affectionately by her elderly cousin Ted, and it's time now to see if her children would like to know something of her family background after such a long gap.
Postscript: No Tynesider will be surprised to hear that Dollie knows Ted W, and is in touch as I am with Ted's nephew Dave.
Clues from the cousins #1
I write the letters, I enclose the trees, I post them off. This takes at least a week.
I enjoy contacting new cousins, as they can tell me anything that I really ought to have known but which has slipped between the cracks of the records.
And so it was with Annie Whitehead. She was well known to her nieces but completely missing from my clever-clever tree. Turns out she was born before her parents' marriage as Catherine Ann Nevitt, and had two children herself around the same time her Dad was just finishing up his (2nd) family. Dad was a railway platelayer in Abergele, on the Welsh coast.
How on earth was I supposed to find out what happened to her child, Catherine A Roberts, born 1920? There are 18 of this name who marry in the 1940s.
Well, as luck would have it, a clue - the only clue, came in the form of the North Wales birth index. This gave me Catherine's middle name of Amy. Sadly, I concluded she was likely to have passed away so I checked the death indexes for the period 1969-2006 and just searched on the firstnames 'Catherine Amy' and the birth year of 1920.
Believe it or not, there is only one entry across the whole of England and Wales, in Suffolk. Unusual, but an explanation came along. It seems Catherine had married in Suffolk, 1945, and indeed that her mother, my original 'Annie', had died in Suffolk visiting her daughter when aged 60. (This is very different from the, also true tale, that Annie had lived in rural North Wales.)
It was then fairly easy to locate Catherine's family in Suffolk and hopefully there is a grand story to be told.
Incidentally, this family at a stroke, knocks ten years off the previous record for oldest relative on my generation. Five generations of producing children at 23 puts them nearly 60 years ahead of me - easily my oldest fifth cousins; sadly deceased even before my own birth.
I enjoy contacting new cousins, as they can tell me anything that I really ought to have known but which has slipped between the cracks of the records.
And so it was with Annie Whitehead. She was well known to her nieces but completely missing from my clever-clever tree. Turns out she was born before her parents' marriage as Catherine Ann Nevitt, and had two children herself around the same time her Dad was just finishing up his (2nd) family. Dad was a railway platelayer in Abergele, on the Welsh coast.
How on earth was I supposed to find out what happened to her child, Catherine A Roberts, born 1920? There are 18 of this name who marry in the 1940s.
Well, as luck would have it, a clue - the only clue, came in the form of the North Wales birth index. This gave me Catherine's middle name of Amy. Sadly, I concluded she was likely to have passed away so I checked the death indexes for the period 1969-2006 and just searched on the firstnames 'Catherine Amy' and the birth year of 1920.
Believe it or not, there is only one entry across the whole of England and Wales, in Suffolk. Unusual, but an explanation came along. It seems Catherine had married in Suffolk, 1945, and indeed that her mother, my original 'Annie', had died in Suffolk visiting her daughter when aged 60. (This is very different from the, also true tale, that Annie had lived in rural North Wales.)
It was then fairly easy to locate Catherine's family in Suffolk and hopefully there is a grand story to be told.
Incidentally, this family at a stroke, knocks ten years off the previous record for oldest relative on my generation. Five generations of producing children at 23 puts them nearly 60 years ahead of me - easily my oldest fifth cousins; sadly deceased even before my own birth.
23 Dec 2013
Newspapers part 2 - man bored in Springfield
Take these snippets from GenealogyBank concerning my Richard Feltham ostensibly of Springfield, Ill., Dakota and Seattle, but really of Alaska:
on a/c of ill-health had to go to the Klondike.. and chase buffalo across Dakota (for more)
I haven’t made up my mind if this is some kind of homosexual cover story or just a set of extremely unfortunate events followed by another set of unfortunate events that don’t really undo the first; or a typical story of a climber always away from home; or the male/female/Springfield divide. Woman happy with husband doing well in Springfield. Man bored of Springfield.
His great-nephew Homer White was not expected to have family as none appear in the censuses, yet his father’s obituary tells of Miss Josephine White prompting me to look a little deeper. Sure enough he has a girl somewhere in Tennessee with his first wife – see the Tennessee Delayed Birth Records 1869-1909 and let me know where!
Richard Feltham 1889 and bride Maggie Van Deren returned from bridal tourWe can add to this with the 344 words rescued from Google’s snippeting tool:
letter from husband 1898... Klondike... frozen
daughter dies of typhoid 1907
wife sues for divorce 1909 remarries 1911
both move to Seattle to start a business there
husband dies in Alaska
on a/c of ill-health had to go to the Klondike.. and chase buffalo across Dakota (for more)
I haven’t made up my mind if this is some kind of homosexual cover story or just a set of extremely unfortunate events followed by another set of unfortunate events that don’t really undo the first; or a typical story of a climber always away from home; or the male/female/Springfield divide. Woman happy with husband doing well in Springfield. Man bored of Springfield.
His great-nephew Homer White was not expected to have family as none appear in the censuses, yet his father’s obituary tells of Miss Josephine White prompting me to look a little deeper. Sure enough he has a girl somewhere in Tennessee with his first wife – see the Tennessee Delayed Birth Records 1869-1909 and let me know where!
Newspapers part 1 - a burning tale
Farewell this week to free snippets from GenealogyBank. They’d cottoned on to the fact that free snippets was maybe not the cleverest way of displaying newsprint. Some of the articles are barely half-an-inch deep, so why pay to get more, when there wasn’t any more to be had?
Back in 2005 I learnt of the death most likely of Esther Symes (born 1817 Hornblotton) at a fire in her home in Ohio, some time in the 1840s. This was reported fifty years later – come on, journalists! – at her husband’s own death, 1896. (This in itself odd, as the widower had sired and lost a whole other family in the intervening decades.) Genealogybank kindly filled in the gaps for me. The Canton Repository writes: On the 2d inst. [2 Nov 1846] the house of Thomas Cook of Lordstown, Trumbull co. Ohio, was destroyed by fire, in the absence of Mr. Cook. His wife and family had got out, but the wife returned to the building to secure a pocket book &c. when it fell in and she perished.
That’s it. No more to be had, but pretty useful. Superfluous information such as the lady’s actual name can be had elsewhere. A natty finger points to the entry just in case you miss a genuine news item amongst the accounts of turnip growing or whatever else occupies regional newspapers. We can tease out that 2 Nov was a Monday, likely wash-day, so Esther would have a lot on her plate with the infant and 2 other children under 4 to keep busy. Tragedy would strike as the boy was killed in the Civil War, while the infant was to herself die in childbirth. Minnesota was exceptionally mild in that month with persistent south-easterly winds and no frosts – with the warmest weather overall for 85 years. Might these facts explain our story in Ohio?
Back in 2005 I learnt of the death most likely of Esther Symes (born 1817 Hornblotton) at a fire in her home in Ohio, some time in the 1840s. This was reported fifty years later – come on, journalists! – at her husband’s own death, 1896. (This in itself odd, as the widower had sired and lost a whole other family in the intervening decades.) Genealogybank kindly filled in the gaps for me. The Canton Repository writes: On the 2d inst. [2 Nov 1846] the house of Thomas Cook of Lordstown, Trumbull co. Ohio, was destroyed by fire, in the absence of Mr. Cook. His wife and family had got out, but the wife returned to the building to secure a pocket book &c. when it fell in and she perished.
That’s it. No more to be had, but pretty useful. Superfluous information such as the lady’s actual name can be had elsewhere. A natty finger points to the entry just in case you miss a genuine news item amongst the accounts of turnip growing or whatever else occupies regional newspapers. We can tease out that 2 Nov was a Monday, likely wash-day, so Esther would have a lot on her plate with the infant and 2 other children under 4 to keep busy. Tragedy would strike as the boy was killed in the Civil War, while the infant was to herself die in childbirth. Minnesota was exceptionally mild in that month with persistent south-easterly winds and no frosts – with the warmest weather overall for 85 years. Might these facts explain our story in Ohio?
Excuse me there's a dot there - punctuation of initials
We seem to have a difference of opinion over our use of initials in the UK. In the US, they like to put dots after everything. With ordinary speech, we know Americans like to use ‘air commas’ but why do we never see kung-fu punctuation in the same way. They must be itching to punctuate.
One poor boy was given the middle name of J – that’s it. His whole life Americans wanted to punctuate it, and he yelled out them, it doesn’t take a period, it’s just ‘J’. To which the other Americans nodded, and mentally added a full-stop. (His name was Clinton J Parkhouse.)
This stuff matters if you’re searching Google Books. If you have a Richard Welch Feltham, in England he’d be either:
So if you read of a W H Morgan or W J Roberts, what are their names? Well for sure that’s William Henry and William John. And F W Jones – well that’d be Frederick William Jones, or just possibly Francis William. Interpreting initials is a fairly easy business.
I needed to prove that a BGH Jones living in Lancaster was married to a woman called Elizabeth A. (This was to prove Elizabeth wasn’t my Elizabeth A Jones born 1949 in Wolverhampton.) If you need to work with initials, the findmypast marriage finder (link) is the place to go. Sure enough Bonar Glyn H Jones turns up as marrying a lady called Elizabeth.
‘Mr. Jas. M. O.’Dowd.,:’might be a typical greeting on a letter.
One poor boy was given the middle name of J – that’s it. His whole life Americans wanted to punctuate it, and he yelled out them, it doesn’t take a period, it’s just ‘J’. To which the other Americans nodded, and mentally added a full-stop. (His name was Clinton J Parkhouse.)
This stuff matters if you’re searching Google Books. If you have a Richard Welch Feltham, in England he’d be either:
Feltham, Richard W.; orIn the US, he’d usually be ‘Richard W. Feltham’. Yes, you’ll spot that older UK records included punctuated initials.
R. W. Feltham
So if you read of a W H Morgan or W J Roberts, what are their names? Well for sure that’s William Henry and William John. And F W Jones – well that’d be Frederick William Jones, or just possibly Francis William. Interpreting initials is a fairly easy business.
I needed to prove that a BGH Jones living in Lancaster was married to a woman called Elizabeth A. (This was to prove Elizabeth wasn’t my Elizabeth A Jones born 1949 in Wolverhampton.) If you need to work with initials, the findmypast marriage finder (link) is the place to go. Sure enough Bonar Glyn H Jones turns up as marrying a lady called Elizabeth.
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