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Monday, June 25, 2018

Adoption

Well, I have been working on my grandmother's birth family today.  I know I have spoken of her before.  She was born Henryetta Blanche Jackson on June 23, 1921, in Glen Lake, Mn.  Her birth parents were William Henry Jackson and Blanche G Shirley.
Now, I have done some research on her father, and although I have not found him after the fact the adoption (after 1925), I have his family, and him on documents prior to 1925.
Lately, I have been working on her mother's side.  First, I am going to c/p what my grandmother's birth and adoption papers say, this way you get an idea of names.
Henryetta Blanch Jackson (Baby Girl is scratched out and Henryetta Blanch is written in) 
born: June 23, 1921 
Reg district number 2517
no in Reg book: 38
father: Wm Henry Jackson
Mother: Blanche G Shirley
Residence: Hopkins RFD
Race: White
Father born: 1893 (written, typed is age 28)
Mother born: May 1901 (written, typed is age 20) Wi
Occupation: Common Laborer, Housewife
Dr: Hugh C Avery
Dated June 23, 1921
Address Excelsior
Registrar: WS Frear
Dated: June 24, 1921 
Address: Hopkins
For years it was told to me that Grandma was born at the Glen Lake TB sanitorium.  But my aunt informed me awhile back that she was born Her orphanage records are like this:
Owatonna State Public School
number 7418
Name: Henrietta Jackson
Date Admitted: Jan 24, 1925
Residence Minneapolis, Mn
County: Hennepin
Date of birth: June 23, 1921
By Order of Court: Juvenile-Hennepin Co
BirthPlace: Glen Lake Mn
Judge: PW Guilford
Sex Female
Colour: White
Petitioners: AL Bean
Address: Minneapolis, Mn
Cause of dependency: father deserted
Contributory Causes: Mother unable to support child
Church: Protestant
Physical condition on admittance: Good
Family character habits, physical and mental conditions: Father-brutal to mother-drinking man
Conjugal relations: Married Sept 18, 1920, at Hopkins Mn, by Lutheran minister, separated
Father: William Henry Jackson
Born 47 years old, Chaugne Ny
Address: Unknown
Mother: Blanche Shirley Jackson
Born: May 1901 Island Lake Russ Co Wi
Mother works occupation unknown
Brothers: one Brother; Robert number 7419
Descriptive Notes: This child together with younger brother Robert number 7419 was brought to the school by Mrs. Esther K Lee, C.P.S, Minneapolis. The father was very brutal to the mother- pounded her and drove her out of the house and then deserted-indictment out for him for desertion. He is Irish Catholic. The mother was a State School girl from Wi, having been sent there when she was 13 years old by her maternal grandmother. She has been working at different places, has improved a great deal in her health since leaving the father, but does not feel able to support the two children. She is Methodist. Lived at Glen Lake for a number of years. Children both have been vaccinated recently. Placed- Feb 3, 1925. Mar2 1925-Mother inquires about children informed. Adress 1531 22nd Ave No Mpls. April 13, 1925, Mother inquires, informed. Adress 1471 W Como Ave., St Paul.
Okay, I knew that her last address 1471 W Como Ave, was a home for unwed children.  A number of years ago, I had done some research and found that out, today it is a Salvation Army.  My aunt found out that when Blanch dropped the children off at the orphanage, that she went to the unwed mother's home, and had a fourth child (I will explain that in a moment).  She had a child by the name of Natalie, who was also given up, we have no information on her at all.

Okay, going back to explain the fourth child.  In 1921, Henrietta was born, then in 1922 Robert, then 1923, Leonard.  Leonard died in November of 1924, and it was in January that Blanch gave the other two up.

Now to try and explain Blanch, and why I am unable to find her.  Blanch was born in May of 1901 her parents were Albert Haines and Ella Dell.  Her name in the 1905 census was Jennie Haines.  The next time we find her is the 1910 census, living with her mother and stepfather, Oscar Shirley.  She was using the name, Genevieve Shirley.  The next time we find her, is the 1920 census, at the Sparta Home for Children, under the name of Blanche Shirley.  Then in September 1920, she married William, under the name Jennie Haines.  Finally, we have her in Leonard's death record as Blanche Shirley.
I have been calling her Blanche Shirley for over 30 years, so that is the name I will continue to use, so as to not confuse myself.

I am still unable to find Blanche after 1925, but I am finding her parents and grandparents prior to 1910.
Her parent's names were Albert Haines and Ella Dell.  Still nothing on Albert, but I have found information on Ella's.  Ella's parents were named Martin Dell and Helen Stewart.  I have found Martin's birth and death dates, 1840-1913.  Martin was born in Germany, came over about 1849/50.  Martin and Helen married about 1865, having 6 children, George, born 1867, Frank 1868, Jay 1869, John 1874, Lina 1877 and Ella 1882.

This family has been driving me nuts for over 30 years, and I am sure will continue to drive me nuts over the next 30 years.

Thanks to Dorothy Fritz and Caren Lehto for helping me so much with these searches, you guys are invaluable! 

Sunday, June 24, 2018

Genealogy, Genealogy....

Apparently one of my aunts died this past week.  They know she had a heart attack.  I am getting in that age bracket myself, that the older generation, is alas, going.  I am fortunate enough to still have my own parents, plus most of my family.  All of my grandparents died from 1996 through to 2008.  It started with my mom's mom, Irene Ziemmer Smith, 26 Feb 1996, then on 25 Dec 2001 my dad's dad, Charles George Heyen.  Then in May 2005 my mom's dad, Duane Leslie Smith.  Then June 2008, my dad's mom, Henrietta Sibyl Scott Heyen (aka Henryetta Blanche Jackson).  I know I have written in the past of each family, especially my search for Grandma Heyen's birth family.  Today I am writing about and searching for my ex-husband's family, and my best friends family.  The reason I am searching for them "together" is because they may be related.
A number of years ago, I was a caregiver for a very good friend of mine, Jolela, comes to find out, her ex-husband and my ex-husband were cousins.  Now it looks like it might be happening again.  I guess I should be glad it isn't ME related to my ex, lol.
My ex-husband's last name is Goble.  His grandfather was Romie Farles Goble.  Romie's father was Jerry Goble.  About here, is when the name changes, from Goble to Gobble (years earlier, like the 1600-1700's it was Gable).  The Gable is where it comes into play, one of my best friends aunt married a Gable, is there a connection?  On the hunt I go!  I have used mainly ancestry.com, findagrave.com, and goblegenealogy.com for these searches.

Romie Farles Goble son of Jerry Goble and Nola Crider
b 16 Dec 1921
d Dec 1987 Auxier, Ky
MD Meda Marie Davis daughter of Herbert Edwin Davis and Mabel A Sparks
b 7 Jan 1907 WV
d 22 Jan 1981 Fl
documents for Romie are:
1930 census
Florida Divorce Index
Kentucky Birth Index
Ohio Death Record
US directories
Veterans affairs death file
US Find a Grave
SS Application
SSIndex
WW2 Army Enlistment
Virginia Marriage Records

for Meda it is:
1940 census
Florida Div record
US directory
Virginia marriage record
I also saw her mentioned on her mother's findagrave

Jerry Goble son of George Wesley Gobble and Clarinda Music (another interesting thing, the name Music can either be spelled Music or Musick)
b Jan 1890 Johnson County Ky
d unknown
MD Jan 1912 to Nola Crider in Johnson County, Ky, daughter of ?? and Lydia (or Myrtle)
b 1890
d 3 May 1961 Auxier, Ky
documents for Jerry are:
1900-1940 Census
Kentucky Death Index
FindAGrave
Social Security App
WW! and WW2 drafts

Documents for Nola are as follows:
1910-1940 census



Herbert E Davis son of William Beverly Davis and Kansas Carla Vance
b 30 Dec 1906 Va
d 9 Dec 1988 Sumter County, Fl
MD Mabel A Sparks daughter of Fielden Kirk Sparks and Victoria Shrader
b 7 Jan 1907 WV
d 22 Jan 1981

Saturday, July 2, 2016

The Only Thing Worth Doing, Is What We Do For Others

I watched the new Alice Through the Looking Glass movie this morning.  I actually quite enjoyed it.  It teaches lessons of time, and how we can't change the past, but we can learn from it.  It shows that caring for others, and helping others, is what shapes us.
One of the lines was actually (said by Alice, her quoting her father) "The only thing worth doing, is what we do for others."
This quote describes my life 100%.  Yes, there is often, I just do for me.  I buy my snacks, I buy my soda, I make time for a 45-minute soaking bath at least once a week, I read when I can, I fit in time to do genealogy, etc.  BUT me being me if I am not helping someone, doing for others, being there for someone, I feel useless.  There was once when I was staying with a friend, and to help pay my rent, I was cleaning, and helping out around the house.  Well, one day she got into a mood, and lashed out at me, saying she didn't want my help anymore (she was frustrated about things, and other issues, that only had about 25% to do with me) and she went off on me.  That was a Friday afternoon, on Saturday I stayed in my room all day, and then on Sunday morning when I got up, I was so depressed, because I felt I had no place in life.  (Do not worry, she and I have worked things out, and I am back to being her helper, as I said, it was only a small part me...lol)
But back to my original subject.  I am a caregiver, it's who I am.  I am a live-in caregiver at an adult foster care home.  There are five women that I am responsible for.  I cook, clean, pass meds, do laundry, give showers, and whatever else needs to be done.  I really enjoy doing this, not because I enjoy taking care of people, but the girls themselves make it fun.
I will always prefer to be doing for others, rather than only doing for myself.

Thursday, May 5, 2016

And the Journey Continues

If someone had told me five or ten years ago, that I would be where I was at, I would have called them nuts.
No where in my greatest dreams would I have actuall had one of my dreams realized, let alone two of them.
In the past five years, I have lived in five states (Missouri, Indiana, Iowa, Michigan, and now Oregon).  I have gone back to school, and just done so much, that is blows the mind.  Knowing that I have been able to accomplish this in just five years, helps me to realize that I can do so much more with my life.
I am now living in Oregon with a friend of mine.  In about a months time, I will be moving into an adult foster home, I will be a caregiver for a few people.  I have always loved taking care of people, and being there for them, and having been able to be a live in caregiver for people is something I love.
So, let me give you a run-down.  I am living with my friend L.A. and her husband G.D.  I have been friends with LA for about 8 or so years, I believe we met online sometime between 2006-2008.  We were both members of an online bookclub, and became best friends over time.  For a number of years now, she has been inviting me to move out with her, and finally this year I was able to.  She seriously needs a babysitter, lol.  She has a lot of health problems, diabetes, heart problems, had portions of her right foot amputated, and other problems.  The other night, she as staying up too late, and fell asleep in her recliner, and attempted to sleep walk, fell and broke her wrist.  I have been threatening to wrap her in bubble wrap!

Another thing, I am working on getting back into genealogy, because of so much issues the past few years, it has fallen by the wayside.  I am still continuing to work on my own family, but I am also working on LA's and another friends.
I will start talking about LA's.  Her famil is a complete mystery, and we are actually leaning towards that her family has lied to her all her life.  She was told that her mother died when she was about one, and her father remarried.  Her stepmother adopted her, and the birth certificate she has, has her supposed birth mothers name on it.  Here is the mystery, supposedly her birth name is Lorraine Elizabeth Keen born unknown, married Randolph Samuel Zeisel sometime after 1963 and before 1968.  LA was born May 1968, and Lorraine died about 1969 or 1970.  Randolph married (get ready for this one) Lorraine's half sister, Lorraine Ellen Keen.  Yes, I said that right.  They married 1970 or 1971, as the next child born was born in 1971.
I cannot find anything on Lorraine Elizabeth, nothing at all.  No birth, no census, no death record, anything, no marriage records.
I am also unable to find a marriage record for Randolph and Lorraine Ellen.  I have found a marriage record for Lorraine Ellen and a guy named Price in 1963.  And LA remembers that she had heard rumors of her father having been married to a Helen, and I found information that he may have been married to Lillian when he was living in California.
Randolph Samuel Zeisel was born 1919 in Baltimore, Maryland.  During World War Two he was in the Navy, and traveled alot, we believe that was when he met Lillian, and they lived in Long Beach, California for years after that.  He then came back to Maryland, sometime in the 60's, may have married Helen at this time, and then married Lorraine.
LA and I are wondering if her family lied to her, was Lorraine Ellen really her true mother? Or perhaps one of her sisters, and there was something going on? We have no idea, as everyone from that generation is gone.  LA's father was 56 when she was born, Lorraine Ellen was about 26.  LA said she really did not have contact with her mother's side of the family, so if I do not want to work on this mystery, she is fine with that, but I hate such a mystery, it will eat at me!!

The other family I am working on, is the Estes family.  A number of years ago, I was good friends with this guy.  We have kept minmal contact, but we have kept in touch.  When we were friends way back when, I did some basic research on his famil, well he contacted me the other day, and wants me to do more research, so here I go.


Sunday, September 13, 2015

I think we should change the wordage of forgiveness.  Many people have the idea that the definition of “to forgive” means to put yourself into that persons place, and try to understand why they did what they did.  And this is a correct definition.  But there is also another definition, not allowing yourself to be a victim anymore, empowering yourself to not allow that person to control your thoughts and emotions. 
Black slavery, the Native Americans, the Jews, the Syrians, and so many many more, what do these people have in common?  They have been controlled by another race or people, and a true genocide was brought upon them.
The whites today say that we should move on, and that slavery was a long time ago.  They say it is not their place to apologize, nor should the blacks of today feel enraged by the atrocities brought upon their families.  Why not? No one blinks an eye when someone apologizes to the Jews for the things that happened to them!  Honestly, black atrocities did not begin to end (and still have not truly ended) until the 1960’s!  They were not allowed to vote, or sit anywhere they wanted, or share a normal bathroom, or even just simply speak to a white person, just because!  What was happening in Nazi Germany in the 30’s and 40’s to the Jews, being forced out of homes, not being allowed to shop in stores, or own stores, or whatever, was STILL being done to the blacks in the United States in the 1960’s.  So why can’t we apologize to them for that?  Why cannot I say to a friend of mine, “I am sorry for the way your people were treated in a certain time, I promise you, and that you will never get the same type of treatment from me?”
Another case in point, women are often reminded of the phrase “rape culture”.  That if we, as women, look a certain way, dress a certain way, or say certain words, we are the ones “asking for it”.  Even many of us women unconsciously think that way.  For example, many years ago, I was taking care of a 16 year old.  This was back when I was married, and this girl would come out of her room with a skirt and blouse on.  No problem, right? Wrong, she had nothing on underneath, and they were see through.  My husband would sit there staring at her in shock, and she would get mad at him for staring, and then would get mad at me when I would tell her she needed to put proper clothes on.  I told her she was asking for the wrong attention.  I NEVER said she was “asking for it” just the wrong attention.  But she took it to mean that I was saying she was asking for it.  She said that everyone needed to just simply not look at her.  It does not matter whether a girl or woman is walking down the street buck naked, or covered head to foot in a burqa or some other type of clothing.  Whether she is Muslim, Jewish, Amish, or whatever, she is to be RESPECTED, not treated worse than a farmer treats his cattle.
As a people, as human beings, we need to stop being victims!  We need to stand up and say we refuse to allow others to tell us how to think and feel.  If we need to forgive someone, as in the sense of getting on with our lives, and not allowing a black cloud of apathy to live within our soul, then that is what we need to do.  We do not need to put ourselves in their position, or their thought process, we simply need to move past the control they had over us at one point, and have control over ourselves, otherwise they have won, and they control our very being, until we died, even long after THEY have died.
Does there need to be a true atonement from the perpetrator, for there to be forgiveness? That is the question all of us need to ask of ourselves.  Are we willing to forgive the sin, or the person? Are we doing this to show others how much bigger of a person we are, or are we doing it to heal our souls? This is a question we can only ask ourselves, no one else.  No one knows our emotions, or our deepest thoughts.  Who do we want to be as we grow mentally, emotionally and spiritually?  

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

PCOS Awareness Month

I had thought about making a video, and I am still pondering that.  But finding the time, and a good place to do it, is hard.  Here is my story, it is hard, it is long, and it is heartbreaking.  Please, understand, I am not doing this for sympathy, or attention.  The ONLY attention I want from this, is people realizing and understanding the pain and agony my mother and I have been through in the past 50 plus years.
My mother is the middle child of five daughters.  Two older than her, two younger.  Her sisters (well, not anymore, with age and so forth), growing up, were the skinny “pretty” ones.  Mom began gaining weight about the age of 9-11, and packed the pounds on pretty quickly.  I do not remember what age she has told me she started her period, but I do know, her periods have always been wonky. 
My parents married June 3, 1972.  Mom immediately began on birth control, with the hopes that during her lifetime, she could have about 6 children.  My mother was in the generation, where women could choose to do one or the other.  Either get married and have children, and be a stay at home mom (being traditional), or be a little on the odd side, and look for a career.  Although mom wanted to be a nurse (like her mother had been before she married), she chose the traditional route.  But the traditional route laughed at her, and said, “nope, not for you.”  In October 1972, she went off the bc, and within a couple of weeks was pregnant.  What is funny, her doctors tried telling her that she wasn’t pregnant, but (I) was just a mass or tumor, and they were going to keep an eye on it.  Yeah, I am a big mass alright, lol.
I was born June 25, 1973.  I was a little tiny thing.  Spiky red hair everywhere, I was nicknamed both spider moneky, and Tarzana, as once I got older, I was climbing all over EVERYTHING.  I was a very normal active child.  We lived across the street from the high school, and there were basketball courts, parks, a pool, tennis courts and a running track (the hs football field and track).  During the summer, I was rarely home, I was at one of the parks, or walking the girl scout trails (some trails that in some woods about half mile from our house).  At the pool, or just OUT.  The summer I turned nine, I went from a typical skinny 8/9 year old weighing around 85-95 pounds, to about 130/40.  I ballooned very quickly.  By sixth grade (around age 12, and when I first started my period), I was weighing 150.  By eighth grade I was 175.  When I graduated high school, I was just under five foot, and weighing in at 200.
When I was around 8 or 9, I remember being called into the principals office, and being made to take my underwear off.  She wanted to see why I smelled so badly.  I had dark marks on my underwear, and these were not from not wiping properly.  I am just NOW realizing, I had to have been having my period since around 8 or 9.  It was just the dark ugly old blood that was trying to slough off.  I was constantly teased in school for smelling, being stinky, etc. 
When I was 12, I was in the hospital to get my tonsils out.  I began having horrible cramps while there, and they tried giving me childrens Tylenol for the pain, and that is when we found out I was allergic to Tylenol.  I go into seizures, and then I sleep for about two days afterwards.  I am just like my father in this way.  He is very sensitive to many medicines, and can take very little for anything.
My father has metabolic syndrome.  Metabolic syndrome is basically a combination of conditions, that include weight around the waist, high blood pressure, high levels of blood sugar, and abnormal cholesterol levels (sound familiar my cysters?). 
When I got out of the hospital, I truly didn’t realize my period had started, as I was still doing that brownish, blackish ick stuff still.  It just got heavier and heavier.  I started school the end of August, and between the stress of starting junior high, now having to use the locker room for gym, and well, just simply growing up, my period went wonky.  My very first period was about three months long.  In about the middle of 8th grade, my mom took me to the doctor and they put me on birth control.   Two years later I began having sever migraines, and those lasted until I was in my late 20’s.  I do not know if the migraines were part of it, but they sure did not help. 
When I was 17 years old, around November 1990, my mother found out she was diabetic.  She was put on metformin, and changed her diet.  She lost about 50-60 pounds, and was looking really good.  In early August of 1991, mom found out she was pregnant (tho had suspected it since about late May).  But it was too late, the medicine that had helped her get pregnant, (metformin), had hurt the baby, and had not survived. 
On August 26, 1991, my mother was induced, and she gave birth to my sister Judyth Eireen Heyen.  At the same time, in the same hospital, my cousin (three years my senior) gave birth to a little boy.  My mom and ended up doting on that boy.  I helped raise him til he was 8, and we are still all very close.
For the next many years, I kept to myself, trying to figure out whether I wanted to get married and have kids, or if it was dream to never come true.
I got married when I was 28.  My husband and I went back and forth with the decision.  What did not help, is that because of PCOS, I also have bipolar and anxiety disorder.  With the bipolar, I can go from being happy and dancing around the house, to attack mode in five seconds flat.  I scream, I holler, I hit, throw things.  I am not ME when this takes over me.  I have been unable to be on meds for it, because none of the doctors ever see me in the manic.  They tell me I have mild depression, throw some Prozac at me, and say I will be fine in a few weeks.
Although this is not completely what broke my marriage up, it sure as heck did NOT help.  The last few years, I have been trying to work on ME.  I have calmed my assitude (you know, the attitude that shows how much of an ass you really are?) down, but I still struggle with it.  I have gone back to school, I am single.  I am not happy, but guess what, that is ok.  As long as I am content, have my music, my books, and a place to live, I can work with it.  Being happy is overrated, I just want to survive, and some days, that is iffy.
Although my life is more than just the PCOS, it is difficult some days.  Yes I allow it to control me, but I am better than that.  I control me, my moods, my thoughts, who I am.  What will the future bring? I have no idea, but I am looking up, instead of behind.

I hope all of my cysters share their stories, and their struggles, and know how much they are loved.  We are more than just the illness, we are woman who have survived.