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Eulogy for Barbara Kay Vest Crowell

November 9, 2012 - 2:16 pm No Comments

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On 22 Oct 2012 we lost a beloved daughter, sister, mother, wife, aunt, cousin. This is the eulogy that was read at the 3 Nov 2012 memorial service held for her in Coffeyville, KS at the Emmanuel Southern Baptist Church:


EULOGY FOR KAY

The world was a different place in 1939. Franklin D. Roosevelt was the president, La Guardia airport opened for business in New York City, the first woman was elected dean of a US graduate school, John Steinbeck’s novel, “The Grapes of Wrath” was published and the “Wizard of Oz” and “Gone With The Wind” premiered. And something else happened. Every now and then God decides to add a little something extra special to the family of humanity and wraps it up in a bundle that we know as a little girl. This little girl was called Barbara Kay and on October 29th of that year, to her mother Lottie Mae’s delight, she was born in a place we know as Walnut Grove, Missouri.

And then in 1946 there was another momentous event that would change Kay’s life, she met her beloved Daddy, Ernest Ray Hayes. During the next several years Ernie and Lottie Mae, with Kay and sisters Blanche and Kathryn, aka Cricket, enjoyed life in Missouri as any family of modest means did. During this time, a fourth sister, Lexie, was born. In August of 1951 the family moved to Coffeyville, Ks and 5 years later the youngest sister, Debby was born.

My sister Kay had many interests: cooking, knitting and a great love of books and could often be found reading. Blanche told me how Kay would make her and Cricket go outside to play while she “mopped the floor”. Being the obedient girls that they were, Blanche and Cricket would go out to play and Kay would then lock the doors so they couldn’t get back in. Kay always told them it was because she didn’t want them walking on the floors until they were dry. After a while Blanche and Cricket would get thirsty and they’d knock on the door for Kay to let them in. But Kay would tell them the floors weren’t dry and they couldn’t come in yet. Blanche said though that when she and Cricket looked through the window, Kay was always sitting down reading a book. After two or three hours she and Cricket would be banging on the door because they had to go to the bathroom. Blanche said they would have to beg to get in before Kay would unlock the door. She adds that they never did wet their pants but they sure came close to it a few times! Now let’s think about this for a moment…. just imagine Blanche and Cricket going to Mom and whining about how Kay locked them out of the house. Then Mom asking them why Kay locked the doors and having to tell her, “Well she said she was mopping the floors”……, pretty hard to justify your complaint, huh? Yes, Kay had a great love for reading! Did I also mention she was very clever? Blanche also said about Kay, “She opened up new worlds for everyone. She is, and always will be, right by my side.”

Lexie was telling me that when she was about 3 years old, Kay, Blanche and Cricket were swinging in the porch swing. Lexie wanted to get up there and swing with them but Kay wouldn’t let her in the swing; therefore, none of the 3 was going to let her in. Lexie tried to climb up into the porch swing anyway, despite Kay telling her no. Lexie got a good whack from the swing for her efforts and ended up with a black eye! But Lexie also said that Kay was the one that taught her all those things that little girls need to know – how to dress herself and tie her shoes and to read.

When I was in grade school I had just finished reading “Little Women” by Louisa May Alcott for the first time. It was Thanksgiving Day and Kay called Mom and then spoke to me. She wanted to know what book I was reading and I told her that I had just finished “Little Women”. She asked if I had liked it and I said “Yes, very much.” At Christmas I opened my present from her and it was “Eight Cousins” by the same author. Kay had taken the time to talk to a much younger sister.

Kay and her husband Ed enjoyed a blessed relationship. Shortly after she passed, Ed wrote to Kay….”It seems that you always went out of your way to please me, sometimes to the point of being stubborn. I never knew you to think about yourself first at any time in our life. Just wanted you to know that I am a little upset that you started this adventure without me. You seem to have forgotten that I’m the one who always went first. Just saying. But I will catch up. We were always so good together. If we ever had a serious disagreement, I cannot seem to remember it. You were always so beautiful to me, your looks, actions, thoughts, concern for others, adventurous spirit.”

Kay’s oldest son, Keivan wrote Lexie, “She taught me how to cook and my love for cuisine and cooking my entire life. This is a huge personal priority for me. Travel, cooking, and enjoying a fantastic cup of coffee in any espresso form, all connect me to her and always have. Now I don’t have to text her, I’ll just whisper to her.”

Kay was more than a daughter, more than a wife, more than a mother, more than a sister, more than a relative, more than a friend. She was more than a strong woman who said what she meant and meant what she said. She was Barbara Kay, an individual, unique. Kay was the kind of woman who did what she said she was going to do. Once she made up her mind on something, you could be pretty sure that it was going to get done. When difficult times enter into our lives, we always have the opportunity to choose to become bitter or better. Kay strove to become better. She knew you only get one shot at life, so do your very best with it. As the ones left behind, there are things that we don’t want to happen but have to accept, things we don’t want to know but have to learn, and people we can’t live without but have to let go.

I’d like to read a passage for you from “The Little Prince:”

“All men have stars, but they are not the same things for different people. For some, who are travelers, the stars are guides. For many, they are no more than little lights in the sky. For others, who are scholars, they are problems. But all these stars are silent. You, you alone will have stars as no one else has them. In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars will be laughing when you look at the sky at night. You, only you, will have stars that can laugh! And when your sorrow is comforted (for time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me. You will always be my friend. You will want to laugh with me. And you will sometimes open your window, so, for that pleasure. It will be as if, in place of the stars, I had given you a great number of little bells that knew how to laugh”

You can shed tears that Kay is gone. It’s okay because our tears comfort us. But please also smile because she lived. You can close your eyes and mourn. But then open your eyes and see all that Kay left us. Be aware that a word someone may say will suddenly recapture a time, an hour, a day that brings her back as clearly as though she were still here. And when you look up into the night sky and see the stars, please blow a kiss and a blessing that way and smile, knowing that Kay is there.

~Written and read by Kay’s sister, Debra Hayes Brodbeck~

Barbara Kay Vest Crowell, 1939 – 2012

November 9, 2012 - 1:58 pm No Comments

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29 Oct 1939 – 22 Oct 2012

Funeral services for Barbara Kay Vest Crowell, age 73, of Johnson City, Tenn., a former resident of Coffeyville, were held at 2:00 pm Saturday, October 27, 2012 in the chapel of Doak-Howell Funeral Home with Pastor Susan Springer officiating. Burial followed in the Crowell’s Chapel Cemetery in the Hall Mill Community at Shelbyville, Tennessee. Mrs. Crowell passed on Monday Oct. 22, 2012 at Johnson City (TN) Medical Center after a short illness.

Memorial services will be held in Coffeyville, Ks. at 2:00 p.m. on Saturday, November 3, 2012, at Emmanuel Southern Baptist Church.

Born in Walnut Grove, Missouri, October 29, 1939, Kay was the daughter of the late Victor Lowry Vest and Lottie Mae Garrett. After living in Joplin, she moved to Coffeyville at the age of 11 with her mom and dad, Ernie, and sisters, Blanche, Cricket, and Lexie. She attended Field Kindley Memorial High School and Coffeyville Community Junior College. In 1958 she married Firouz Shahrokhi. Of this union two sons were born, Keivan in 1964 and Kimball in 1969. In 1976 she married Douglas “Ed” Crowell. Son, Joseph, was born in 1984 in Saudi Arabia.

Kay loved to do a great job of everything she committed to and enjoyed cooking and taking care of her family and home. Starting from a young age, she always wanted to travel and so she did, seeing many parts of the world with her husband and family. Throughout her full and busy life, she always found time for knitting. She finished a BS in mathematics at Middle Tennessee State University. She helped run and taught at Al Batin Academy in King Khalid Military City, Saudi Arabia, and also taught at Community High School in Unionville, TN, making many great friends and helping many lives as a teacher. She was Vice President and Retirement Plan Adminstrator at Valley Fidelity Bank in Knoxville, TN, worked as Administrative Assistant for Petromin in Riyadh, Saudi, Arabia, and as a real estate agent in Knoxville and Jackson, TN. Kay was founder, owner, and manager of Papillon Bakery in Shelbyville, TN.

Survivors include her husband of 36 years Douglas E. Crowell of Johnson City, TN, sons, Keivan Shahrokhi of Miami, FL, Kimball Shahrokhi of Apex, NC, and Joseph Crowell of Portland, OR; mother, Lottie “Rickey” Hayes of Coffeyville, KS, sisters, Blanche Cunningham and Lexie McCoy, both of Coffeyville, KS; Kathryn Hammer of Pittsburg, KS; and Debra Brodbeck of Galveston, TX; and grandson Aaron Kian Shahrokhi. She was preceded in death by her beloved daddy, Ernest Ray Hayes.

Memorials may be made to the Salvation Army.

Pauline Garrett Keck, 1921 – 2012

November 9, 2012 - 1:52 pm No Comments

Pauline Garrett Keck Mrs. Pauline Keck, 91, of Ash Grove passed away in her home October 4, 2012. Services will be held at 2:00 p.m., Monday, October 8, 2012 in Birch Funeral Home. Visitation will be one hour before the service. Burial will be in the Ash Grove Cemetery under the direction of Birch Funeral Home of Ash Grove.
Memorial donations in Pauline’s name can be made to the Compassus Hospice, Springfield or the SW Office on Aging, Springfield.

Published in the News-Leader on October 7, 2012

The April 2010 Newsletter Is Now Online!

April 1, 2010 - 8:10 pm No Comments

Hello Everyone!

We have a great newsletter for you. It includes our monthly regulars such as the Mystery Photo and old family recipes as well as our newest members. We have added some interesting Easter “tidbits” as well as some family genealogy. We hope you enjoy it. And when you’re done please pass it on to your family and friends!

This month we have our monthly contest and prize – “Second Honeymoons”. Each month the Shared Ancestors newsletter features a contest with some type of “puzzle” for members to solve and then submit. The first correct solution received will be the winner and the winning member will receive that month’s prize. Any member of Shared Ancestors and/or GeneaBlogs can participate; only the Admin will have access to the solution so all other members can participate, including Moderators, etc. There is no purchase necessary nor any strings attached – so get started and be the first to get your solution in so you can win this month’s great prize!

We are now taking member contributions for our May newsletter so please start thinking of what you’d like to submit, i.e. an old family recipe, a story, a mystery photo or brick wall, feature an ancestor, give us an update on what you have been doing, etc. Any and all contributions are welcomed! We ask that you have your submissions emailed to the Admin by Apr. 25th so they can be included in the May edition.

We would like to wish you and yours a Happy Easter!

The Staff

Genealogy Research: The 10 Best and 10 Worst States, Including Resources

February 14, 2010 - 4:24 pm No Comments

   You’re free to choose your friends, goes the old saying, but you can’t pick your family. But what if you could, at least genealogically speaking? Besides desiring colorful and interesting ancestors —a noble here on the family tree, a horse thief there—you’d probably want to pick a pedigree that’s relatively easy and richly rewarding to research. You’d certainly want to avoid having ancestors from places whose records have been destroyed, aren’t readily accessible or never got created in the first place. Unless you’re particularly enamored of scrolling through and squinting at microfilm, these days you’d wish for ancestors whose records are searchable online.

   So with this ancestral wish list in mind: Which are the states where it’s easiest—by design or by accident of history—to research your ancestry? If you’re fortunate enough to have family ties to these “best” states for genealogy, count your blessings. The rest of us can only look on with envy and hope that someday, some as yet undiscovered branch of the family tree leads our research there. And what, on the other hand, are the states that present the toughest challenges to genealogists? These “worst” states may be dragging their heels in putting information online, or throwing up roadblocks to getting vital records. Or these states’ sad status may not be the fault of archivists and public officials: Maybe they suffered courthouse fires and other natural disasters in years past, or were unaccountably late to the vital-records-keeping party. It could be that the microfilming legions of the Family History Library (FHL) have given these states short shrift. Adding up all these factors—with an admittedly large dose of sheer subjectivity—we’ve assembled a list of the 10 best and 10 worst states for doing genealogy. (If your ancestors come from the other 30, you can both burn with envy and take comfort in knowing that, well, it could be worse.)

Bringing Up The Rear
   In the spirit of saving the best for last, we begin by counting down the 10 worst places for your ancestors to have lived. All is not lost, though—even in the dark depths of our list, we found bright spots to share.

10. New York
   As you’d expect from a state that barely makes our “worst” list, there’s good news as well as bad if you have New York ancestors. Case in point: noteworthy state censuses (later ones specify the court where an immigrant was naturalized) and New York City’s wonderful coroner’s records. The handsome state archives Web site offers a database of New Yorkers in the Civil War. But that’s slim pickings online, we think, for a state as large and historic as New York. And the Empire State can be a nightmare for vital-records research: Genealogy requests for an uncertified copy of a record cost $22 and may take five months or longer to process. The state’s apparent indifference towards birth, death and marriage records dates way back: It didn’t even try to enforce record-keeping until the mid-1800s, and didn’t finally succeed until the 1880s. Vital records for New York City are kept separately at the municipal archives, and availability varies by borough.

9. Idaho

   Rocky Mountain and Great Plains states pepper our “worst” list, in part simply because their history is more recent and rugged. Idaho stands out—not in a good way—because of its protracted territorial era, which put it in different territorial censuses for 1850 (Oregon), 1860 (Washington) and 1870 and 1880 (Idaho). In 1860 and 1870, parts of Idaho were in the Cache County, Utah, count. County boundaries proved equally shifty; Alturas County disappeared altogether. Idaho also caught on to vital records relatively late, starting with birth and death records at the county level in 1907 and statewide in 1911. Statewide marriage and divorce records didn’t begin until 1947. At least death certificates from 1911 to 1956 are searchable online and 183,000 marriages extracted from county records are in the Western States Marriage Records Index.

8. Oklahoma
   Researching your Oklahoma ancestors is not always OK. Blame its peculiar past, from Indian Territory to overnight settlements after the land rush of 1889, requiring research in a mix of territorial, state and Indian records. That’s complicated by the loss of Oklahoma’s 1870, 1880 and 1890 federal censuses, although a special 1890 enumeration of seven counties survives and is indexed online. Even the 1900 census separates the former Indian and Oklahoma territories.

   After statehood in 1907, vital records lagged in many counties until as late as 1930 and even then, are spotty until the 1940s—and there are no statewide marriage records at all. Oklahoma also lacks the wealth of online resources that many other states enjoy. But don’t despair: Land records and, for those with Indian ancestors, the Dawes Rolls can help get you past your Oklahoma roadblocks Sooner rather than later.

7. West Virginia

   Like Oklahoma, the Mountaineer State suffers from a quirk of historical geography: Until the heat of the Civil War in 1863, it was part of Virginia. That means earlier records for 50 of West Virginia’s 55 counties (five were formed later) follow different rules and may be found in Virginia. West Virginia didn’t get its own census until 1870. Its oddball history also means that, despite being birthed after the US federal government, West Virginia was not a public-land state. Statewide birth and death records didn’t begin until 1917, but a fire destroyed most of them through 1921; you’ll have to look to county courthouses for earlier records, which date from 1853. It’s not all bad, though: West Virginia has put vital records on the state archives Web site.

6. Montana
   Saddled with the burdens of relatively late settlement and sprawling size—with lots of wide-open space between its cities and its genealogical repositories—Montana has a confusing early history of changing governance. From 1860 to 1880, some residents may be listed in Washington, Nebraska or Wyoming. Although Montana became a territory in 1864, births and deaths weren’t recorded until 1895 and statewide registration didn’t begin until 1907. Even then, widespread compliance didn’t happen for deaths until about 1915 and births until after that. State marriage and divorce records didn’t start until 1943, but some 10,400 early county marriage records can be found in the Western States Marriage Records Index. Land records (Montana was a public-land state, so patents are online) and the Montana Historical Society can help fill in the blanks on your Montana ancestors, but other Web resources are as sparse as this giant state’s population. Microfilmed records at the FHL are slimmer for Montana than for most states, too.

5. Louisiana

   With a history residents would characterize as “colorful” and frustrated genealogists might describe as “messy,” Louisiana is one of the rare states where researchers could face a language barrier: Some early records, reflecting that history, are in French and Spanish. Louisiana is also the only state to have “parishes” instead of counties, and many parish courthouses have lost records to fires or floods over the years. Records that survive are based on French Napoleonic practices, presenting researchers with such unfamiliar terms as “conveyances” (deed transfers) and “successions” (probate). You’ll also have to become familiar with notary records, such as those collected in the New Orleans Notarial Archives; happily, you now can access these online: Click here to browse the record volumes by the notary’s name and year. Except for New Orleans, birth and death records didn’t begin until 1914. Though records for scattered pre-1805 local censuses exist, Louisiana lacks any state censuses you could use to fill in the blanks.

4. Nebraska

   Although the Cornhusker State’s archives holds many records, even more are scattered among Nebraska’s whopping total of 93 counties. Many counties began keeping marriage records upon formation, but few bothered with births or deaths until statewide registration began in 1904 (1909 for marriages). Complicating vital-records research still further, only immediate kin can access birth or marriage records more recent than 50 years. As for deaths, cemeteries aren’t much help in Nebraska because the state has so many scattered and un-transcribed tiny graveyards. A wealth of state and territorial censuses is the bright spot here, plus some church records that can help with vital-records gaps, federal land patents and railroad land records (although fire destroyed most Union Pacific records). Web and microfilm researchers will go away wishing their Nebraska ancestors had spent a little more time on records.

3. Alaska

   Don’t blame the 49th state for its paucity of genealogical records: Alaska is not only new, it’s also vast and vastly different from the “lower 48.” Alaska’s genealogical troubles started soon after the United States bought it from Russia, when the 1870 census skipped the territory except for Sitka. Extant federal census coverage doesn’t begin until 1900—and don’t look by county, as Alaska doesn’t have ’em. Official vital records didn’t begin until 1913, though you can try church records before that date. Cemetery records are literally few and far between, given the state’s sprawling geography. And the Last Frontier State is still catching up with most of the lower 48 when it comes to genealogy Web sites. Land records, gold-rush papers and the National Archives in Anchorage are your best hope for tracing early Alaska kin.

2. Wyoming

   Vital records are typically the Achilles’ heel of our “worst” states, and that’s certainly the case with Wyoming: Although the Equality State started recording births in 1909, these records are closed for 100 years except to immediate family—meaning only a year’s worth are accessible to researchers. Death records, which also began in 1909, are closed for 50 years. Marriage and divorce records didn’t start until 1941; their 50-year privacy window effectively makes only 1941 to 1959 available for research. Thank goodness, then, for the Western States Marriage Records Index, which lets you search some 23,000 early Wyoming county records. When you search, however, be aware of Wyoming’s rapidly evolving county boundaries, which shifted from just five counties in 1868 to 23 by 1923. Like Montana, its neighbor to the north, Wyoming can be found in federal land records. Also like Montana, Wyoming’s online and microfilm resources are scanter than most states. Another possibility worth a try is the Wyoming State Archives.

1. Mississippi

   Poor Mississippi. Just as it ranks worst or near-worst nationally on measures such as income equality and obesity, the state also suffers genealogically. Not that there aren’t bright spots, among them a lengthy, interesting history and the relatively new home of the Mississippi Department of Archives and History. That intriguing past, though, has Mississippi variously under ownership of the Spanish, French and British before becoming entangled with Georgia, Alabama and Florida. The Civil War, while enriching Mississippi’s military records, contributed to document-destroying courthouse fires. Overall, more than a third of the Magnolia State’s 82 counties have suffered records losses. Statewide birth and death records began only in 1912, with marriages and divorces lagging until 1926—and even then, there’s a gap from 1938 to 1941. Various territorial and state censuses can help when you hit Mississippi brick walls, and it is a public-land state. Further complicating Mississippi roots research, however, is the fact that it was one of only two states (the other being South Carolina) to have more slaves than free citizens in 1860. This high proportion of slaves means Mississippi is more prone to the challenges of researching African-American genealogy prior to emancipation. Combined with its courthouse losses—and not balanced out by many online resources—this inescapable difficulty drags Mississippi to the bottom of our list.

Leaders Of The Pack

Had enough wallowing in genealogical woes and bemoaning the hard hand history has dealt some places? Let’s turn our attention to the 10 best states for researching your ancestors. Here’s hoping your family tree leads you to …

10. Texas

   Big isn’t necessarily better for genealogy, as we’ve seen, but Texas overcomes its 10-gallon size—and record disasters in some 40 courthouses—with a wealth of surviving records, helpful Web sites and a world-class genealogy research center at the Clayton Library in Houston. Records date to colonial days, including Spanish and Mexican town censuses, and to Texas’ brief era as an independent republic, in the form of citizen claims for government compensation. A land-grant database lets you trace the Lone Star State’s settlement saga. Other stellar Web resources include the Handbook of Texas Online, The Texians and online family and local histories. Besides the Clayton and an outstanding state library and archives, Texas boasts the National Archives Southwest Region in Fort Worth, the Dallas Public Library; and the Perry-Castañeda Library Map Collection at the University of Texas. Only somewhat tardy vital records—1903 for births and deaths, 1966 for marriages—and an absence of state censuses keep the Lone Star State from rising higher in our list.

9. Minnesota

   Minnesota’s genealogical prowess begins with the state historical society, whose Web site overflows with research guides and databases of births (1900 to 1934), deaths (1904 to 2001), old photos, maps, even building and house histories. A People Finder lets you search the whole works with a single click. Offline, the society offers a Biography File of 100,000 cards indexing information about Minnesotans from publications in the society’s collections.

   If your Minnesotans lived in the northern mining country, the Iron Range Research Center has plenty of ways to help you dig for them. The Land of 10,000 Lakes is also notable for remarkably few leaks in its records, including comprehensive territorial, state and federal censuses; BLM public-lands files; and vital records (county births and deaths starting in 1870, statewide births beginning in 1900, deaths in 1908, marriages not until 1958). Probate records date to territorial days. Military records include bonus payments to veterans and their survivors from the Spanish-American War through Vietnam.

8. Utah

   Alone, the presence of the Family History Library in Salt Lake City would probably be sufficient to land Utah on our “best” list—but that globe-spanning repository is only the beginning for Beehive State researchers. Don’t overlook the state historical society, state archives or the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints’ archives. Utah also abounds with Web resources, such as the Cemetery and Burial Database, the 1904-to-1956 Death Certificate Index and the Utah Census Search and Mormon Pioneer Search. Plus, 338,000 Utah marriages are covered in the Western States Marriage Records Index. Census-wise, the US government counted Utah Territory starting in 1850; territorial censuses exist for 1856 and 1872. Utah was also a public-land state. Other than lagging a bit with statewide vital records (1905 for births and deaths, with full compliance later still) Utah lives up to founder Brigham Young’s visions of the promised land, at least for genealogists.

7. Illinois

   Home to the National Archives and Records Administration’s Great Lakes Region and the renowned Newberry Library, Illinois is a great place for your family to be from. One of the first states to post genealogical records online, the Land of Lincoln serves up a 1763-to-1900 marriage index, two death indexes (pre-1916 and 1916 to 1950), military and veterans records from the War of 1812 on, land records, and servitude and emancipation records here.    If you’re looking for more—or want copies of records—the Illinois Regional Archives Depository (IRAD) catalog tells you where to go next. Although statewide birth and death registration lagged until 1916, counties were required to keep these and marriage records beginning in 1877. You also can find Illinois kin in federal censuses starting with 1820, 10 territorial and state enumerations and a shelf-load of city directories.

6. Wisconsin

   As with many of our “bests,” excellent online resources first popped Wisconsin onto our radar. These are mostly efforts of the Wisconsin Historical Society, where you can search more than 150,000 obituaries and biographical sketches, a million births, a million marriages, 400,000 deaths, 16,000 historical and biographical articles, Civil War records and veterans’ censuses. If you’re a member, the society’s Wisconsin Genealogical Research Service even does the work for you. Add the Dairy State’s wealth of state and territorial censuses, federal land records, county and local histories, probate records, naturalization papers and vital records (which in some counties begin with marriages in the 1820s) and you have plenty of resources worth, well, milking. The state didn’t begin keeping vital records until 1907, but Wisconsin has plenty of other ways (such as an abundance of church records) to get the genealogical goods on your ancestors.

5. Arizona

   Here again, we confess to being seduced by the ease and power of a state’s online records. Arizona, however, stands alone in this instance: It’s the only state to post searchable databases of birth certificates (1855 to 1932) and death certificates (1844 to 1957), which you can then—here’s the clincher—click on to view PDFs of the actual records. Note, too, the chronological reach of both certificate collections (encompassing some delayed certificates), which puts to shame even many states that entered the union long before Arizona got its star in 1912. The Grand Canyon State’s history is further captured in seven territorial censuses (not all complete, but all available and four indexed), Great Registers of voters from 1882 to 1911 (later for some counties), the 100,000-name Arizona Biographical Database, and the state library’s newspaper collection dating from 1864. Besides that excellent state library and archive, Arizona also boasts the country’s largest FHL branch Family History Center, in Mesa; and the University of Northern Arizona’s Colorado Plateau Digital Archive, which hosts a searchable collection of photos, letters, diaries and the like. The only hitch comes with marriage and divorce records, which—although starting back in 1864—are archived by each county’s superior court. But don’t fret: Arizona has only 15 counties, an added genealogical boon.

4. Missouri

   Another online pioneer, the Show Me state shows you a wealth of resources at its superb Missouri State Archives site. A birth and death records database encompassing 185,000 pre-1910 entries from 87 counties will help you overcome Missouri’s relatively late statewide vital- records start. You’ll also find databases of death certificates (1910 to 1957), naturalization records (1816 to 1955), court records, land patents and even coroners’ inquests, plus searchable military records on more than 576,000 Missourians from the War of 1812 to World War I. Missouri is also home to the National Archives Central Plains Region facility in Kansas City, the Missouri Historical Society Library and Archives in St. Louis, and the Midwest Genealogy Center in Independence. A public-land state whose federal census enumerations date to 1830, Missouri presents plenty of research tools and remarkably few potential roadblocks (which include the loss of most of its territorial and state census records). But even the famously destroyed 1890 federal census can be partly replaced if your ancestors lived in Missouri cities, most of which conveniently have city directories for 1889 and 1890.

3. Virginia

   The Old Dominion State has one unassailable advantage over the other 49, epitomized by that word “old”: America started here in 1607, bequeathing Virginia centuries of records. Not all have survived, it’s true—39 county courthouses lost records to fires or other calamities over the years—and Virginia’s vital records are not as neat as you might like (though birth and death registration began in 1853, there’s a gap from 1896 to 1912). But the sheer volume of other records makes up for these glitches. The Library of Virginia excels at making these resources available, with online offerings including land patents and grants, 6,000 scanned family Bible records, birth and death register indexes (1853 to 1896), wills and administrations (to 1800) and Confederate pension applications. Where gaps do exist in Virginia records, you can try plenty of other sources, such as tax lists, city directories and church records. Virginia also excels in paying genealogical attention to its records, oodles of which have been transcribed in publications such as Cavaliers and Pioneers and the Virginia Genealogical Society Quarterly.

2. Washington

   A perennial “101 Best” honoree, the Washington State Digital Archives just keeps getting better. At last count, this ambitious effort to digitize the Evergreen State’s past topped 75 million records, with 63 million of them searchable—many linked to record images. Holdings vary by county, but include birth, death and marriage records; territorial and state censuses dating to 1847; the 1860, 1870 and 1910 federal censuses; military records; land records; naturalization papers; and even a database of the state’s physicians. Equally impressive is a project to digitize historical Washington newspapers from the state library’s collection of more than 40,000 microfilm reels. To date, 19 newspapers variously covering 1852 to 1892 have been scanned and made searchable, including a search by personal names. Offline Washington research riches include the National Archives Pacific Alaska Region in Seattle. A public-land state, Washington didn’t begin statewide birth and death registration until 1907 (but many counties had jumped the gun by 1891) or marriage records until 1968 (here, too, many counties already were recording marriages). With few historical flaws and two outstanding digitization projects, Washington ranks No. 2 on our best list—but with a footnote: Next time, we wouldn’t be surprised to see it rise to No. 1.

1. Massachusetts

   Some consider tracing their ancestry back to the Mayflower the Holy Grail of genealogy. But whether your Massachusetts ancestors arrived in 1620 or long after the Pilgrims, you’ll find a bounty of records for researching them. Any other state would be notable just for a repository like the Massachusetts State Archives, whose Web site includes an index to vital records (1841 to 1910) and an in-progress database to more than a million arrivals through the port of Boston (1848 to 1891). But Boston is also home to the New England Historic Genealogical Society and its library of more than 200,000 books, periodicals, and microform materials, plus 1 million manuscripts. Members ($75 per year) enjoy online databases with more than 110 million names and volumes from the series The Great Migration Begins: Immigrants to New England and The New England Historical and Genealogical Register. Massachusetts boasts not one but two National Archives facilities, both covering the Northeast, in Pittsfield and Boston. As for censuses, federal coverage starts at the very beginning, in 1790, with only a few hiccups in 1800 (but a 1798 tax list can help). State head counts in 1855 and 1865 happily coincide with a peak immigration period. Statewide vital records began in 1841, but town records for the most part date to each locale’s founding. City directories as old as 1789 can fill gaps. Military records are another treasure trove for Massachusetts research. And if you do happen to have Mayflower ancestors, these folks have been genealogically documented more than any other Americans. No wonder their Massachusetts landing pad is the top US launching point for roots research.

Source: Family Tree Magazine; States Of Mind by David A. Fryxell


Old Occupations Explained

January 23, 2010 - 2:11 pm No Comments
  • Accomptant — Accountant
  • Almoner — Giver of charity to the needy
  • Amanuensis — Secretary or stenographer
  • Artificer — A soldier mechanic who does repairs
  • Bailie — Bailiff
  • Baxter — Baker
  • Bluestocking — Female writer
  • Boniface — Keeper of an inn
  • Brazier — One who works with brass
  • Brewster — Beer manufacturer
  • Brightsmith — Metal Worker
  • Burgonmaster — Mayor
  • Caulker — One who filled up cracks (in ships or windows or seems to them watertight by using tar or oakum-hemp fiber produced by taking old ropes apart
  • Chaisemaker — Carriage maker
  • Chandler — Dealer or trader; one who makes or sells candles; retailer of groceries
  • Chiffonnier — Wig maker
  • Clark — Clerk
  • Clerk — Clergyman, cleric
  • Clicker — The servant of a salesman who stood at the door to invite customers; one who received the matter in the galley from the compositors and arranged it in due form ready for printing; one who makes eyelet holes in boots using a machine which clicked.
  • Cohen — Priest (descendant of Levi)
  • Collier — Coal miner
  • Colporteur — Peddler of books
  • Cooper — One who makes or repairs vessels made of staves and hoops, such as casks, barrels, tubs, etc.
  • Cordwainer — Shoemaker, originally any leather worker using leather from Cordova/Cordoba in Spain
  • Costermonger — Peddler of fruits and vegetables
  • Crocker — Potter
  • Crowner — Coroner
  • Currier — One who dresses the coat of a horse with a currycomb; one who tanned leather by incorporating oil or grease
  • Docker Stevedore, dock worker who loads and unloads cargo
  • Dowser — One who finds water using a rod or witching stick
  • Draper — A dealer in dry goods
  • Drayman — One who drives a long strong cart without fixed sides for carrying heavy loads
  • Dresser — A surgeon’s assistant in a hospital
  • Drover — One who drives cattle, sheep, etc. to market; a dealer in cattle
  • Duffer — Peddler
  • Factor — Agent, commission merchant; one who acts or transacts business for another; Scottish steward or bailiff of an estate Farrier A blacksmith, one who shoes horses
  • Faulkner — Falconer
  • Fell monger — One who removes hair or wool from hides in preparation for leather making
  • Fletcher — One who made bows and arrows
  • Fuller — One who fulls cloth;one who shrinks and thickens woolen cloth by moistening, heating, and pressing; one who cleans and finishes cloth
  • Gaoler — A keeper of the goal, a jailer
  • Glazier — Window glassman
  • Hacker — Maker of hoes
  • Hatcheler — One who combed out or carded flax
  • Haymonger — Dealer in hay
  • Hayward — Keeper of fences
  • Higgler — Itinerant peddler
  • Hillier — Roof tiler
  • Hind — A farm laborer
  • Hostler — A groom who took care of horses, often at an inn
  • Hooker — Reaper
  • Hooper — One who made hoops for casks and barrels
  • Huckster — Sells small wares
  • Husbandman — A farmer who cultivated the land
  • Jagger — Fish peddler
  • Journeyman — One who had served his apprenticeship and mastered his craft, not bound to serve a master, but hired by the day
  • Joyner / Joiner A skilled carpenter
  • Keeler — Bargeman
  • Kempster — Wool comber
  • Lardner — Keeper of the cupboard
  • Lavender — Washer woman
  • Lederer — Leather maker
  • Leech — Physician
  • Longshoreman — Stevedore
  • Lormer — Maker of horse gear
  • Malender — Farmer
  • Maltster — Brewer
  • Manciple — A steward
  • Mason — Bricklayer
  • Mintmaster — One who issued local currency
  • Monger — Seller of goods (ale, fish)
  • Muleskinner — Teamster
  • Neatherder — Herds cows
  • Ordinary Keeper — Innkeeper with fixed prices
  • Pattern Maker — A maker of a clog shod with an iron ring. A clog was a wooden pole with a pattern cut into the end
  • Peregrinator Itinerant wanderer
  • Peruker — A wig maker
  • Pettifogger — A shyster lawyer
  • Pigman — Crockery dealer
  • Plumber — One who applied sheet lead for roofing and set lead frames for plain or stained glass windows.
  • Porter — Door keeper
  • Puddler — Wrought iron worker
  • Quarrier — Quarry worker
  • Rigger — Hoist tackle worker
  • Ripper — Seller of fish
  • Roper — Maker of rope or nets
  • Saddler — One who makes, repairs or sells saddles or other furnishings for horses
  • Sawbones — Physician
  • Sawyer — One who saws; carpenter
  • Schumacker — Shoemaker
  • Scribler — A minor or worthless author
  • Scrivener — Professional or public copyist or writer; notary public
  • Scrutiner — Election judge
  • Shrieve — Sheriff
  • Slater — Roofer
  • Slopseller — Seller of ready-made clothes in a slop shop
  • Snobscat/Snob — One who repaired shoes
  • Sorter — Tailor
  • Spinster — A woman who spins or an unmarried woman
  • Spurrer — Maker of spurs
  • Squire — Country gentleman; farm owner; justice of peace
  • Stuff gown — Junior barrister
  • Stuff gownsman — Junior barrister
  • Supercargo — Officer on merchant ship who is in charge of cargo and the commercial concerns of the ship
  • Tanner — One who tans (cures) animal hides into leather
  • Tapley — One who puts the tap in an ale cask
  • Tasker — Reaper
  • Teamster — One who drives a team for hauling
  • Thatcher — Roofer
  • Tide waiter — Customs inspector
  • Tinker — An itinerant tin pot and pan seller and repairman
  • Tipstaff — Policeman
  • Travers — Toll bridge collection
  • Tucker — Cleaner of cloth goods
  • Turner — A person who turns wood on a lathe into spindles
  • Victualer — A tavern keeper, or one who provides an army, navy, or ship with food
  • Vulcan — Blacksmith
  • Wagoner — Teamster not for hire
  • Wainwright — Wagon maker
  • Waiter — Customs officer or tide waiter; one who waited on the tide to collect duty on goods brought in
  • Waterman — Boatman who plies for hire
  • Webster — Operator of looms
  • Wharfinger — Owner of a wharf
  • Wheelwright — One who made or repaired wheels; wheeled carriages, etc.
  • Whitesmith — Tinsmith; worker of iron who finishes or polishes the work
  • Whitewing — Street sweeper
  • Whitster — Bleach of cloth
  • Wright — Workman, especially a construction worker
  • Yeoman — Farmer who owns his own land

Happy New Year!

January 1, 2010 - 1:25 pm No Comments

Dear Members,

   It is now 2010 and the start of a new decade. During the past year Shared Ancestors has gone through many changes and improvements but our “growing pains” have been minimized by the support of our wonderful members. And to kick off the new year here is the January 2010 newsletter. It includes genealogy, highlighting Henegar and Martha Rule Roberts with photos and a short bio written in the late 1800s, some great New Years Day info, recipes, our monthly mystery photo, family news, and more. We hope you enjoy your copy and when you are done we’d like for you to pass or send it to your family and friends!

   Shared Ancestors and GeneaBlogs are now stable sites with the most up to date security and we feel that it is time to expand our membership base. We anticipate that 2010 will bring growth not only in our membership, but also in new genealogy info, articles, family trees, etc. We look forward to what 2010 will bring and will continue to strive to provide you with the most enjoyable and excellent experience that we can.

   As usual, we are already working on February’s newsletter. Since February celebrates “romance” we are asking for member contributions that follow this theme. Please submit your family stories, photos, letters, etc: Did grandma write letters to grandpa while he was away at war? Do you have a story about how Mom and Dad met? How about that unique and wonderful way your significant other proposed to you? All contributions are welcome and will be published in our next newsletter. And, of course, we always need and welcome ANY member contributions such as family recipes, obituaries, introduce yourself, etc.

   We hope you enjoy January’s newsletter and we would like to take this time to thank all of our members for their support. From the staff at Shared Ancestors and GeneaBlogs we wish you and yours a Happy New Year!

The Staff

A Genealogist’s Christmas Eve

December 23, 2009 - 12:12 pm No Comments

‘Twas the night before Christmas
When all through the house
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even my spouse.

The dining room table with clutter was spread
With pedigree charts and with letters which said…
“Too bad about the data for which you wrote;
Sank in a storm on an ill-fated boat.”

Stacks of old copies of wills and such
Were proof that my work had become too much.
Our children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads.

And I at my table was ready to drop
From work on my album with photos to crop.
Christmas was here, and such was my lot
That presents and goodies and toys I’d forgot.

Had I not been busy with grandparents’ wills,
I’d not have forgotten to shop for such thrills,
While others bought gifts to bring Christmas cheers,
I’d spent time researching those birth dates and years.

While I was thus musing about my sad plight,
A strange noise on the lawn gave me such a great fright.
Away to the window I flew in a flash,
Tore open the drapes and yanked up the sash.

When what with my wondering eyes should appear,
But an overstuffed sleigh and eight small reindeer.
Up to the house top the reindeer they flew,
With a sleigh full of toys and ‘ole Santa Claus, too.

And then in a twinkle, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of thirty-two hoofs.
As I drew in my head, and bumped it on the sash,
Down the cold chimney fell Santa–KER-RASH! …

“Dear” Santa had come from the roof in a wreck,
And tracked soot on the carpet, (I could wring his short neck!)
Spotting my face, good ‘ole Santa could see
I had no Christmas spirit you’d have to agree.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
And filled all the stockings, (I felt like a jerk).
Here was Santa, who’d brought us such gladness and joy:
When I’d been too busy for even one toy.

He spied my research on the table all spread
“A genealogist!” He cried!  (My face was all red!)
“Tonight I’ve met many like you,” Santa grinned,
As he pulled from his sack a large book he had penned.

I gazed with amusement–the cover it read
Genealogy Lines for Which You Have Plead.
“I know what it’s like as a genealogy bug.”
He said as he gave me a great Santa hug.

“While the elves make the sleigh full of toys I now carry,
I do some research in the North Pole Library!
A special treat I am thus able to bring,
To genealogy folk who can’t find a thing.”

“Now off you go to your bed for a rest,
I’ll clean up the house from this genealogy mess.”
As I climbed up the stairs full of gladness and glee,
I looked back at Santa who’d brought much to me.

While settling in bed, I heard Santa’s clear whistle,
To his team, which then rose like the down of a thistle.
And I heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight,
“Family history is fun!  Merry Christmas!

Goodnight!”

Immigrants Who Returned Home

December 6, 2009 - 10:20 pm No Comments

   Immigrants who returned to their native countries after arriving in America often did so temporarily (like my grandparents did) but others returned home to live permanently. Historians, genealogists and government officials are generally more interested in those coming to the U.S. than those leaving, so information on return immigration is hard to find. And, since the US didn’t start keeping records on departing passengers until 1908, there are not a lot of reliable statistics. Even those official numbers are less than accurate because they often indicate only that a person is leaving the US without mentioning whether the departure is permanent or just for a visit home. They also don’t indicate if the trip is the first arrival/departure to/from the US or if the traveler made multiple trips.

   This lack of detailed record-keeping has the potential to throw your research off-track if you aren’t careful. For example, someone who permanently immigrated to America but made four trips home would show up in immigration records five times. On the other hand, return migration also has the potential to help you solve some mysteries. Sometimes you’ll find an ancestor listed in records for a ship passage that doesn’t fit with previous research. Keep in mind that this may simply be record of a second passage to America. A young man, for example, may have come to America alone the first time, then returned home to marry, and then entered the US a second time with his bride to settle down.

   Finding records of repeat immigration can also help you fill in research gaps. If you have been unable to find a death certificate for an ancestor anywhere in the US, consider that perhaps he or she went back to the old country to die. Similarly, let’s say that you are curious as to your great-grandmother’s birthplace but have been unable to locate her original arrival records in America. You may want to look for her name in passenger lists for trips that took place after her original arrival in America — perhaps she returned home for a visit and you’ll be able to find her name in later passenger lists.

Who Returned?

   Naturally, trips home for immigrants became more common after the late 19th century when ship travel was quicker, safer and cheaper. However, returning to the home country has been part of the pattern from the very beginning. A list of passengers on the Mayflower reveals that three passengers out of 100 — Bartholomew Allerton, Desire Minter and Gilbert Winslow — returned to England. Since half of the settlers died the first winter and had no opportunity to return, this means that 6% of those remaining opted to go back. Since the original crossing took 66 days on frequently stormy seas, it took a lot of determination to make the return trip.

   Another example of return immigration is Ann Hutchinson, a woman who was banished from Boston as the result of a religious controversy. Research reveals that her family made several round-trip passages between America and England. Ann’s son came to America first, then returned to England where he married, then came back to Boston. His brother, Richard, also settled in Boston but returned to England after his mother’s banishment. Richard’s son was born in England, came to New England in 1654 but returned to England after a few years. The religious climate and treatment of Ann probably accounted for a lot of the indecision in the family, but they still made quite a few transatlantic trips considering the hardships of 17th century travel.

   This is not a unique record. Of the 112 individuals who made up Georgia’s first forty families in 1733, 7 of them are noted as having returned to England. Of course, until 1776, America was part of England but a move to America from England in those days had to have about the same impact as a move from Germany to America in 1890. It was a massive decision involving a difficult trip and learning to live in a very different environment.

   We have more statistics relating to the huge migrations of the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Although statistics on departing passengers were not kept until 1908, figures that have been developed by scholars reveal some interesting patterns. Several believe that, overall, as many as one in three American immigrants returned to their home country. In some years there was one departure for every two arrivals. (However, as stated above this does not mean the person was leaving permanently or that he had not made other trips.) During the depression of the 1930s there were actually more people leaving the US than entering.

Who Left and Who Stayed?

   Statistics by nationality are quite striking. According to a report in 1908 comparing the departures in 1908 with the arrivals of 1907, 61% of the Southern Italians returned home. Croatians and Slovenians (59.8%), Slovaks (56.1%) and Hungarians (48.7%) also had high return rates. The lowest rate, 5.1%, belonged to the Jews (categorized as “Hebrews”). This is understandable since they fled the pogroms to save their lives and had nowhere to return. Surprisingly, when you think of all the nostalgic songs about their homeland, the Irish rarely went back — only 6.3%. Others with a low return rate were Czechs (7.8%), English (10.4%) and Scandinavians (10.9%). In the middle range were Germans (15.5%), Serbs and Bulgarians (21.9%), Finns (23.3%), Poles (33.9%) and Northern Italians (37.8%). Interestingly enough, the Irish and the Swedish were also groups with a very high percentage of woman immigrants.

   Women had less incentive to return because they usually enjoyed greater freedom in America than they did at home. For example, in most countries, an unmarried woman — even one independent enough to travel alone to America, get a job and send money back home — was expected to live in her father’s house until she married. Also, many decided that the working conditions were more favorable in America than they were at home. Swedish and Irish women, for instance, often went into domestic service (an occupation available only to single women). They often found that they were much more comfortable living as a servant in a wealthy home than they would be living on a family farm where they performed backbreaking work from dawn to dusk.

Why Did They Return?

Birds of Passage – The reasons for returning home are as complex as the human mind. Some returned in what they considered triumph whereas others went home in defeat. Some never intended to stay in America permanently. We may think that “guest workers” who come for temporary work are a recent phenomena but they are not. The Italians were accustomed to moving about Europe in search of temporary work and many came to the United States with that in mind. They wanted to work for a season or two and make enough money to buy a farm back home. They never intended to stay. These short-timers were sometimes known as “birds of passage” and were often resented by Americans.

Retirement – Even those who stayed in America many years may have retired to the homeland. With a small savings they could live well and be looked upon with respect by the villagers since they had lived in America. Many, especially Italians, wanted to return home to die so they could be buried in the family churchyard. Often the elderly parents would return home but their descendants stayed in America.

The Marriage Market – Since the dowry was very much alive in many parts of Europe and emigration had reduced the number of eligible males, many women came to the United States to earn some money to improve their position in the marriage market. Marriage was very much an economic arrangement between two families and a woman’s social position, physical comfort and standing in the community for the rest of her life depended on having enough assets to be considered a desirable match by a young man’s family. If she could work for two or three years, she could return home in a much better bargaining position.

Nostalgia – For some the American dream just didn’t work out. They got discouraged and went back. However, many of these people found that their memories of home had been viewed through rose colored glasses and they were equally unhappy with their old problems. They had become more American than they realized and found there was a lot of good to be said of their new country. Some of these people eventually immigrated to America a second time.

Economic Depression and Family Obligation – A countrywide economic depression also caused many to return. Problems with the family left behind was also another reason for returning, but this would probably only be temporary. Some women had to return to take care of a sick parent. When they left the US they may not have known whether they would stay permanently in the old country or return to the US.

Diversity or Chaos? – Some found America too diverse. They liked the familiar rules and setting where people spoke the same language, attended the same church and conformed to the same standards. They also hated seeing their children growing up as foreigners to them. However, trying to return these children to the old customs was usually a losing battle. The children either stayed in the U.S. when the parents returned or they came back as soon as they were of age. More affluent immigrants might have felt that America had no culture and preferred the refinements of the old world. As with those whose return was driven by nostalgia, these people also often found there was much to admire about the new world with its energy and freedom.

Unwilling Emigrants – In England the local authorities were responsible for taking care of the poor. In some cases they decided the best solution for the indigent was a one way ticket to America. Since these people were unwilling emigrants in the first place, they might return home as soon as they had earned enough money to pay their passage.

No Pioneer Spirit – Some immigrants just did not have the personality required to uproot their lives and settle in an entirely new, and sometimes hostile, environment. It wouldn’t have mattered where they went. They were simply unhappy outside of their familiar setting.

How This Affects Genealogy

   It is interesting to keep all of these possibilities in mind when you find records of your ancestors in passenger lists. Was this their first trip to America or were they returning from visiting family in their homeland? If you find out that your ancestors left America, you should take a moment to consider the reasons for going home. Were they “birds of passage” or did they simply miss their comfortable surroundings? Just as most people like to imagine the reasons for their ancestors’ immigration to America, it is equally interesting to imagine their reasons for returning home.

Source: written by Donna Przecha

Two Thanksgiving Day Gentlemen – a short story by O. Henry

November 26, 2009 - 1:56 pm No Comments

There is one day that is ours. There is one day when all we Americans who are not self-made go back to the old home to eat saleratus biscuits and marvel how much nearer to the porch the old pump looks than it used to. Bless the day. President Roosevelt gives it to us. We hear some talk of the Puritans, but don’t just remember who they were. Bet we can lick ‘em, anyhow, if they try to land again. Plymouth Rocks? Well, that sounds more familiar. Lots of us have had to come down to hens since the Turkey Trust got its work in. But somebody in Washington is leaking out advance information to ‘em about these Thanksgiving proclamations. The big city east of the cranberry bogs has made Thanksgiving Day an institution. The last Thursday in November is the only day in the year on which it recognizes the part of America lying across the ferries. It is the one day that is purely American. Yes, a day of celebration, exclusively American.

And now for the story which is to prove to you that we have traditions on this side of the ocean that are becoming older at a much rapider rate than those of England are–thanks to our git-up and enterprise.

Stuffy Pete took his seat on the third bench to the right as you enter Union Square from the east, at the walk opposite the fountain. Every Thanksgiving Day for nine years he had taken his seat there promptly at 1 o’clock. For every time he had done so things had happened to him–Charles Dickensy things that swelled his waistcoat above his heart, and equally on the other side.

But to-day Stuffy Pete’s appearance at the annual trysting place seemed to have been rather the result of habit than of the yearly hunger which, as the philanthropists seem to think, afflicts the poor at such extended intervals.

Certainly Pete was not hungry. He had just come from a feast that had left him of his powers barely those of respiration and locomotion. His eyes were like two pale gooseberries firmly imbedded in a swollen and gravy-smeared mask of putty. His breath came in short wheezes; a senatorial roll of adipose tissue denied a fashionable set to his upturned coat collar. Buttons that had been sewed upon his clothes by kind Salvation fingers a week before flew like popcorn; strewing the earth around him. Ragged he was, with a split shirt front open to the wishbone; but the November breeze, carrying fine snowflakes, brought him only a grateful coolness. For Stuffy Pete was overcharged with the caloric produced by a superbountiful dinner, beginning with oysters and ending with plum pudding, and including (it seemed to him) all the roast turkey and baked potatoes and chicken salad and squash pie and ice cream in the world. Wherefore he sat, gorged, and gazed upon the world with after-dinner contempt.

The meal had been an unexpected one. He was passing a red brick mansion near the beginning of Fifth avenue, in which lived two old ladies of ancient family and a reverence for traditions. They even denied the existence of New York, and believed that Thanksgiving Day was declared solely for Washington Square. One of their traditional habits was to station a servant at the postern gate with orders to admit the first hungry wayfarer that came along after the hour of noon had struck, and banquet him to a finish. Stuffy Pete happened to pass by on his way to the park, and the seneschals gathered him in and upheld the custom of the castle.

After Stuffy Pete had gazed straight before him for ten minutes he was conscious of a desire for a more varied field of vision. With a tremendous effort he moved his head slowly to the left. And then his eyes bulged out fearfully, and his breath ceased, and the rough-shod ends of his short legs wriggled and rustled on the gravel.

For the Old Gentleman was coming across Fourth avenue toward his bench.

Every Thanksgiving Day for nine years the Old Gentleman had come there and found Stuffy Pete on his bench. That was a thing that the Old Gentleman was trying to make a tradition of. Every Thanksgiving Day for nine years he had found Stuffy there, and had led him to a restaurant and watched him eat a big dinner. They do those things in England unconsciously. But this is a young country, and nine years is not so bad. The Old Gentleman was a staunch American patriot, and considered himself a pioneer in American tradition. In order to become picturesque we must keep on doing one thing for a long time without ever letting it get away from us. Something like collecting the weekly dimes in industrial insurance. Or cleaning the streets.

The Old Gentleman moved, straight and stately, toward the Institution that he was rearing. Truly, the annual feeling of Stuffy Pete was nothing national in its character, such as the Magna Charta or jam for breakfast was in England. But it was a step. It was almost feudal. It showed, at least, that a Custom was not impossible to New Y–ahem!–America.

The Old Gentleman was thin and tall and sixty. He was dressed all in black, and wore the old-fashioned kind of glasses that won’t stay on your nose. His hair was whiter and thinner than it had been last year, and he seemed to make more use of his big, knobby cane with the crooked handle.

As his established benefactor came up Stuffy wheezed and shuddered like some woman’s over-fat pug when a street dog bristles up at him. He would have flown, but all the skill of Santos-Dumont could not have separated him from his bench. Well had the myrmidons of the two old ladies done their work.

“Good morning,” said the Old Gentleman. “I am glad to perceive that the vicissitudes of another year have spared you to move in health about the beautiful world. For that blessing alone this day of thanksgiving is well proclaimed to each of us. If you will come with me, my man, I will provide you with a dinner that should make your physical being accord with the mental.”

That is what the old Gentleman said every time. Every Thanksgiving Day for nine years. The words themselves almost formed an Institution. Nothing could be compared with them except the Declaration of Independence. Always before they had been music in Stuffy’s ears. But now he looked up at the Old Gentleman’s face with tearful agony in his own. The fine snow almost sizzled when it fell upon his perspiring brow. But the Old Gentleman shivered a little and turned his back to the wind.

Stuffy had always wondered why the Old Gentleman spoke his speech rather sadly. He did not know that it was because he was wishing every time that he had a son to succeed him. A son who would come there after he was gone–a son who would stand proud and strong before some subsequent Stuffy, and say: “In memory of my father.” Then it would be an Institution.

But the Old Gentleman had no relatives. He lived in rented rooms in one of the decayed old family brownstone mansions in one of the quiet streets east of the park. In the winter he raised fuchsias in a little conservatory the size of a steamer trunk. In the spring he walked in the Easter parade. In the summer he lived at a farmhouse in the New Jersey hills, and sat in a wicker armchair, speaking of a butterfly, the ornithoptera amphrisius, that he hoped to find some day. In the autumn he fed Stuffy a dinner. These were the Old Gentleman’s occupations.

Stuffy Pete looked up at him for a half minute, stewing and helpless in his own self-pity. The Old Gentleman’s eyes were bright with the giving-pleasure. His face was getting more lined each year, but his little black necktie was in as jaunty a bow as ever, and the linen was beautiful and white, and his gray mustache was curled carefully at the ends. And then Stuffy made a noise that sounded like peas bubbling in a pot. Speech was intended; and as the Old Gentleman had heard the sounds nine times before, he rightly construed them into Stuffy’s old formula of acceptance.

“Thankee, sir. I’ll go with ye, and much obliged. I’m very hungry, sir.”

The coma of repletion had not; prevented from entering Stuffy’s mind the conviction that he was the basis of an Institution. His Thanksgiving appetite was not his own; it belonged by all the sacred rights of established custom, if not, by the actual Statute of Limitations, to this kind old gentleman who bad preempted it. True, America is free; but in order to establish tradition some one must be a repetend–a repeating decimal. The heroes are not all heroes of steel and gold. See one here that wielded only weapons of iron, badly silvered, and tin.

The Old Gentleman led his annual protege southward to the restaurant, and to the table where the feast had always occurred. They were recognized.

“Here comes de old guy,” said a waiter, “dat blows dat same bum to a meal every Thanksgiving.”

The Old Gentleman sat across the table glowing like a smoked pearl at his corner-stone of future ancient Tradition. The waiters heaped the table with holiday food–and Stuffy, with a sigh that was mistaken for hunger’s expression, raised knife and fork and carved for himself a crown of imperishable bay.

No more valiant hero ever fought his way through the ranks of an enemy. Turkey, chops, soups, vegetables, pies, disappeared before him as fast as they could be served. Gorged nearly to the uttermost when he entered the restaurant, the smell of food had almost caused him to lose his honor as a gentleman, but he rallied like a true knight. He saw the look of beneficent happiness on the Old Gentleman’s face–a happier look than even the fuchsias and the ornithoptera aniphrisins had ever brought to it–and he had not the heart to see it wane.

In an hour Stuffy leaned back with a battle won. “Thankee kindly, sir,” he puffed like a leaky steam pipe; “thankee kindly for a hearty meal.” Then he arose heavily with glazed eyes and started toward the kitchen. A waiter turned him about like a top, and pointed him toward the door. The Old Gentleman carefully counted out $1.30 in silver change, leaving three nickels for the waiter.

They parted as they did each year at the door, the Old Gentleman going south, Stuffy north.

Around the first corner Stuffy turned, and stood for one minute. Then he seemed to puff out his rags as an owl puffs out his feathers, and fell to the sidewalk like a sunstricken horse.

When the ambulance came the young surgeon and the driver cursed softly at his weight. There was no smell of whiskey to justify a transfer to the patrol wagon, so Stuffy and his two dinners went to the hospital. There they stretched him on a bed and began to test him for strange diseases, with the hope of getting a chance at some problem with the bare steel.

And lo! an hour later another ambulance brought the Old Gentleman. And they laid him on another bed and spoke of appendicitis, for he looked good for the bill.

But pretty soon one of the young doctors met one of the young nurses whose eyes he liked, and stopped to chat with her about the cases.

“That nice old gentleman over there, now,” he said, “you wouldn’t think that was a case of almost starvation. Proud old family, I guess. He told me he hadn’t eaten a thing for three days.”

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[William Sydney Porter] O Henry’s short story: Two Thanksgiving Day Gentlemen