Here is my post for Veterans Day on The In-Depth Genealogist (http://theindepthgenealogist.com/the-eleventh-hour-lest-we-forget/) . I didn't write a separate one here, because I think this one says it all.
Bunker Hill Monument
Today is the birthday of the United States of America. I had 3 6th great grandfathers, 6 5th great grandfathers, and 4 4th great grandfathers fight for our independence in the Revolutionary War. These are just the ones I've been able to trace. There could have been more. Now, add their sons, sons-in-law, brothers, and brothers-in-law, uncles, and cousins, and who knows how many of my earlier family members took up arms to defend this great land. Of these, my 5th great grandfather, William Cheney was killed at Bunker Hill, while fighting along side of his sons, including my 4th great grandfather, Thomas Cheney. William was 58 years old when he gave his life that we may be free.
Today, I want to honor my Revolutionary War ancestors and those of every American whose forefathers fought for our country.
William Cheney, 1717-1775
Thomas Cheney, 1742-1811 or 1828
James Morris, 1763-1844
James/Nathaniel Neely, dates unknown
Elisha Mason, 1756-1827
Joshua Hall, 1703-1789
William Hall, 1741-1824
Enoch Hall, 1764-1847
James Raymond, 1729-1798
Moses St. John, 1705-1785
Henry Safley, 1759-1838
Sebastian Mershimer, 1755-1845
Noah Bowser, 1748-1831
Today, let us all honor our ancestors who fought to let freedom ring. Happy Birthday, U. S. A.!
Chuck and Debbie Carder December 25, 1953
Today is Father's Day, a day of sadness for those of us who have lost our dads. It's a mixed day, because it's also a day of joyous memories of the times we had with our dads. My dad was the best. He was always there for me. He took good care of his family, even making sure that my dolly got fed.
I wish I could spend today with him, but in a way, I am. My thoughts, my memories, my heart is with him today, remembering how special he was and all of the good times with him.
Happy Father's Day, Daddy. I love you and miss you.
For more about my dad, see posts for February 2, 2013 and April 11, 2013.
I received a message through my "Contact Me" page from Loretta L. For some reason, no e-mail address was included so I will reply to Loretta here.
She inquired whether I'd ever run across her ancestors, Thomas and Elizabeth (Carder) Stone and their son, Carder Stone, of Rhode Island. I have seen these names, but my Carder research has not progressed back to that time or place so I have no information on this family.
I wish Loretta success in her research on them. If anyone can help her out, please leave a comment for her below.
Today, we celebrate Memorial Day. To many people, Memorial Day means a three day weekend, the beginning of summer, graduation, the Indy 500, and the kick-off for barbeque season. Traditionally, Memorial Day was May 30th and was called Decoration Day. It was a day held in observance to honor those who had died and had served their country in the military. It was known as Decoration Day because the graves of those being honored would be decorated with flowers and wreaths.
When I was a child, it had come to mean a day of remembrance of both the military and civilian dead. I remember going with my mom to place flowers on her parents' graves. In the years since declaring it a Federal holiday observed on the last Monday of May, some people have forgotten the purpose of the day altogether and remember it only as a three day weekend starting the summer season.
Let us not be those people who have forgotten the meaning of Memorial Day. Fly our flag on your porch to remind others what today is. Teach your children or grandchildren what this day means. Visit a military memorial or monument. Take some flowers out to the cemetery and decorate the graves of our loved ones and those of soldiers where no one has placed any. Take a moment and remember what the flags you see on the graves stand for. Reflect on the huge sacrifices made by those whose graves are marked with those small flags. Remember and honor those who served to keep this nation free.
My great grandfather, Nathan Carder described his grandmother as a little old lady who like to sit in her rocking chair on the porch and smoke her corncob pipe. He also told his children who passed it down to the next generations that she was full-blooded Cherokee Indian named Gooseberry. Nathan's daughter told me that it was written in the family bible that one of the grandmothers was a Cherokee woman with the "white" name, Mary and whose Indian name translated as Gooseberry.
The family bible was destroyed by the daughter who inherited it because she did not want anyone to know that she had Indian blood in her family. My dad also remembered the family bible before its destruction.
Although, no records state specifically that Mary was Indian, I have no doubt, because there is plenty of indirect evidence pointing to the conclusion that she was. She was probably Shawnee, though, not Cherokee, but the Shawnee were considered part of the Cherokee.
I would have liked to have met her and spent time with her. I would have liked to had her teach me her ways and about her people. I have so many questions I would have wanted to ask her.
Her name was Mary Elizabeth Goldsberry or so most of the records say. Many years later, when it was "safe" or, at least, safer, to be Indian, two of her daughters' death certificates gave "Gooseberry" as their mother's name. She was born on February 11, 1804, either in Ohio, Pennsylvania, or Virginia, depending on the record you consult.
She was born into a time of turmoil for the Shawnee people. Just ten years prior to her birth was the Battle of Fallen Timbers. The following year, the Greenville Treaty was signed and the Indians were placed under the protection of the U. S. government, meaning reservations were established and many Indians lost much of their freedom. More and more white settlers moved into their lands. The War of 1812 resulted in taking more of the Indians' lands and the establishment of more reservations. In 1830, the Indian Removal Act sent them to reservations in Kansas, but some did not go or escaped and returned to Ohio.
Those still living in Ohio had to deny being Indian and claim to be white or mulatto, anything but Indian. This was the world that Mary grew up in. What was this like for her?
Two years before the Indian Removal, she married William Dobbins, on August 7, 1828. They lived in Oldtown, Ross County, Ohio. Oldtown was the principal village of the Shawnees in Ohio-their capital. Their six children were born in Oldtown and they lived there until sometime in the 1840's. They moved to Pickaway County and continued to move. William died during this time and Mary's whereabouts are unknown until 1860 when she was living with her daughter in Montgomery County. She had remarried and had another daughter, but both her new husband and little daughter died before 1860. Whether they died at separate times or together from disease or an accident is not known.
Mary lived in the homes of her adult children for the remainder of her life. She lived it as a white woman, at least, publicly. In private, she taught her children about the Shawnee way of life or they remembered from when they lived in Oldtown as children. Her memory and the people she came from were passed down to each generation. Did she have to protect her children during those years following the removal? Did she have fears of what would happen to them because they were Shawnee? Did they move to hide who they were so they would be safe? What happened during those years? Did she, as many did, fear that she and her children would be taken to a reservation if her true identity was revealed? I would like to know.
The places she lived during her lifetime were all places where the clan of Tecumseh had lived. Was she of their clan and possibly related to Tecumseh? Perhaps, time and continued research will tell.
Mary died on June 26, 1889. When she died, she was living in Christiansburg, Champaign County with either William or Nelson, her two sons who lived there. She is buried in Smith Cemetery on the edge of Christiansburg near her daughter, Mary and her son, Nelson.
Chuck Carder and daughter, Debbie, 1975
April 11, 1931, a date I'll never forget. My dad, Charles E. Carder would have been 82 today. I wish I could celebrate it with him, but I can't. I will be thinking about him today and lots of my memories of him. He was the best dad anyone could ever have, in every way. Although, as a kid, I didn't always think so when he was being strict or punishing me for misbehaving. When I grew up, I was able to understand why he was strict sometimes and why he punished me sometimes. I knew it was because he loved me so much.
I knew kids who had no curfews and did whatever they wanted, even on a school night, and sometimes I was jealous of them. I was too young to realize that their parents didn't care enough about them. I'm so thankful now that mine did. The Lord only knows what I might have turned out like if my parents didn't give me rules and didn't lay down the law every now and then. Some of those kids who did what they pleased didn't turn out so well, although a few did because they refused to have the kind of life they had as a child.
I don't ever remember my daddy having a birthday cake. My mom tried to make birthdays special at our house. Strawberries would begin to appear in the stores around my daddy's birthday and he loved strawberry pie. Instead of cake, Mom always made strawberry pie for Daddy's birthday.
I remember one time, my grandma and great grandma, Daddy's mother and grandmother came up from Licking County, where they lived, to celebrate Daddy's birthday with us. Grandma Lou, Daddy's grandma, loved strawberry pie, too. Mom, who was usually a stickler for having balanced meals, made several strawberry pies that year and Daddy's birthday supper was all the strawberry pie you could eat, nothing else except some whipped cream to go on top. And eat we did. My mom's a great cook and we stuffed ourselves full of strawberry pie until we couldn't eat anymore.
I knew, even then, that my daddy was the best. I know that there's a big birthday party going on in Heaven today. I think that all of my family who's there are throwing him one. He's surrounded with those who loved him just as those of us still on this Earth did. Happy birthday, Daddy.
If you enjoyed this post, see Sentimental Sunday-Remembering Dad posted on 2/02/2013. If you enjoyed this post or knew my dad, please leave a comment or memory of him to honor what would have been his special day.
Fort Piqua Plaza, Piqua, Ohio
Yesterday was a great day. I was one of the speakers at the Miami County Genealogical Society's annual Routes to Roots workshop. Miami County always puts on a great workshop and I've attended many of them in the past so was thrilled to be invited to be one of their speakers. I was also excited because I've been a member of this society for quite a few years and was inducted into their Civil War Families of Miami County several years ago. My first lecture was about finding Civil War pension files and compiled service records and using them to find female ancestors. I use my Miami County Civil War ancestors to teach how to use these records to fill out your family tree. I'm not sure that they were aware of that fact when they chose which of my lectures they would like me to give, but the audience seemed pleased when I told them that Finding Eliza Jane's Family was created from my research on my Civil War family from Miami County. Later, in the day, I presented Talking to the Dead, which is the lecture my column in Going In-Depth digital magazine is based on. Apparently, my lectures went well, because they invited me back this summer to do another workshop for them!
My only regret of the day was that I would have like to have attended Derek Davey's talk on the Genealogical Proof Standard, a topic that every genealogist needs a thorough understanding of. Derek and I, however, were scheduled to speak during the same sessions. Hopefully, I can catch his talk another time. I was able to attend a great talk on using Family Search given by Joseph Herr, the director of the LDS Family History Center in Chillicothe, Ohio and part of Debra Nowell's talk on DNA.
My friends, Sara, Ray, and Linda went with me to the workshop. There was a small but nice vending area where several other genealogical societies displayed their publications for sale. Sara had a table with the Allen County Genealogical Society's books.
Although, I missed Derek's lecture, I was able to visit with him when he went with my friends and me for lunch. We weren't familiar with the local restaurants but door prizes were being given throughout the day and Ray won a free lunch at Mulligan's Pub. Mulligan's Pub is conveniently located in the building where the workshop was so all we have to do is get in the elevator an go down to the first floor and we were there. Nice atmosphere, good food, and great service.
The workshop was held at the beautiful Fort Piqua Plaza downtown Piqua, Ohio. Fort Piqua Plaza was originally a luxury hotel built in the 1800s. It had been abandoned and deteriorating until it was restored and reopened in 2008. It takes up a whole city block and now contains the Piqua Public Library, banquet and conference facilities, meeting rooms, restaurants, and shops. Mulligan's Pub is only one of the restaurants on the street level.
Throughout the day, I talked to a number of people I knew from Miami County and other county genealogical societies and met a lot of other nice genealogists. The library was opened until 5:30 so we were able to explore their genealogy room and do a little research before we headed home. We stopped for supper on the way home at a favorite restaurant in Shelby County.
Linda decided to take us home on an old state route rather than the interstate. The beautiful, sunny day ended with a spectacular sunset. The sun looked like a gigantic red ball with purple and blue and orangy-yellow streaks across the sky on either side of it. We discovered a couple of tiny, really old rural cemeteries and decided that we're going back one day when we weren't so tired and check them out. We'll photograph them and put them on Find A Grave if they aren't already on there.
I'm whooped today but yesterday was my idea of a perfect Saturday. I'm not a morning person but I'd get up anytime at 5 a.m. to have a great time like I had going to the Miami County Genealogical Society's Routes to Roots workshop.
Every Friday, Jana Last posts a list of blogs and articles that she's enjoyed during the week. She calls her list, "Fab Finds". You'll find it listed on Geneabloggers under "Follow Friday" or you can go directly to her blog at (http://janasgenealogyandfamilyhistory.blogspot.com).
This week, Jana honored me with a mention about my latest monthly article, Finding Your Female Ancestors Through Pension Files, on Family History Daily. A few months ago, she listed my blog, Rambling along the Ancestral Trail. I really appreciate the support that she gives to me and to other online writers. Thanks, Jana!
Jana has a lot of other interesting items on her blog. Just look at the menu across the top of her blog pages and I'm sure that something will catch your eye. If you're looking for something good to read, check out Jana's Fab Finds every Friday.
Martha Jane Uncapther Cheney, 1851-1931
Martha Jane Uncapther was my great grandmother. She was born on February 2, 1851, in Indiana County, Pennsylvania and died on November 27, 1931, in Lima, Ohio. She was the daughter of John M. Uncapther and Barbara Rummel and married my great grandfather, Francis Owen Cheney, on May 29, 1869, in Marion County, Ohio.
My mother doesn't remember Grandma Cheney because she was only two months old when her grandmother died. Mom's older siblings, however, remember her well. My oldest aunt, now ninety-five years old, says that this picture is exactly as she remembers her. My aunt remembers that chair and says that Grandma Cheney loved to sit in that chair on her front porch.
Martha Jane was known by "Jane". She was a little, tiny woman who could speak the German language of her Pennsylvania Dutch heritage.
What Jane was best known for, though, was her wonderful cooking skills that she passed down to her daughters and daughters-in-law who passed them down to theirs.
She was, after all, Pennsylvania Dutch, and if you've ever eaten any traditional Pennsylvania Dutch food, you know it's scrumptious. My favorite meal comes from a recipe of Great Grandma Jane's that she taught my mom's mother how to make, just as she was probably taught by her own mother. Grandma Cheney taught my mom and her sisters how to make it and Mom taught me. My mom prepares this dish every year to make my birthday dinner special.
The Pennsylvania Dutch called this dish, Pot Pie. It's not a meat pie, like a lot of people think when they hear the word, "pot pie". It is similar to egg noodles, except you don't dry them before cooking. After rolling the dough, you cut it in squares and drop it in boiling broth.
Originally, the dish was made with chicken and maybe, some carrots and other vegetables in the broth. My grandma made hers with beef and my aunts still do. Some people prefer using a ham bone with meat on it. This is the way my mom and I make it.
Although, my great grandmother and grandmother died before I was born, I can visualize Great Grandma in the kitchen teaching my grandma how to make pot pie. I can "see" my mom as a little girl, leaning on the kitchen table, watching her mother roll out the dough and cut it in squares, and imagine Grandma Cheney letting Mom drop the squares into the boiling broth and stir it.
I'd better stop now, as I'm getting a hankering for Pot Pie. What a wonderful memorial to my female ancestors, knowing that their recipes are still family favorites.
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Deborah A. Carder Mayes is a genealogist and speaker in Northwestern and West Central Ohio. She has been researching her family history and actively involved in the genealogy community for over 19 years.
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