Monday, February 20, 2017

The Naming of Two Husbands - - I Love Death Certificates

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During the ongoing cleaning, organizing, consolidating work on the computer files and the genie data base, I sometimes find a document that is just a bit more informative than others, like:

Naomi Eley, born to Stephen A. Eley and his wife Anne H. Edwards.  Up until this past weekend, that was about all I knew about Naomi.

I now know she was married twice, check out box 18 on her death certificate.

Naomi's first marriage was to Wallace C. Varner, by whom she had a daughter, Mildred. And, then, Naomi was married to B. H. Lane.  By the way, B. H. stands for Benjamin Harrison.

I now have Naomi's death certificate, and have located her memorial on Find A Grave. 

I have located the date of her marriage to Wallace via the delayed birth registration of her daughter Mildred.

I have Wallace's death certificate.

I have Benjamin's death certificate and I know where he is buried.

I have the delayed birth registration and death certificate of Mildred.

The information is flowing in faster than I can process it.

I'm having a great time.

Yea, I love death certificates.


Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Grove of the Patriarchs, Teal Blue Water and The Hike

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In July of 2013 we were in the Mount Rainier Washington area.  Read that date, we are not there now.  Yes, I am that far behind in my travel posts.  I am sorry.  Life and fun got in the way.

Anywhoooooo, one afternoon we decided to visit the Grove of the Patriarchs and go for a hike.  The area allows you to visit Silver Falls and the Grove, both along the Ohanapecosh River.

The falls:

Man looks over the access bridge to the water flowing below.  It was a massive, stunning bridge:

After spending some time here enjoying we went back to the hiking path.

Look at the tree we had to walk under.  Look at the size of the tree to the right side of this photo.  

To get to the grove you must cross the suspension bridge.  

There goes Man, sure footed and moving along - - 

Seriously, look at the size of this fallen tree root system!  Gracious!

Peaceful, green, lush, quiet - - 

Now and then, I try something "different" with Sony.  Like panorama photos taken from ground to sky instead of left to right.  This couple sitting enjoying the peace, I had to try to capture the size, and the experience.  Of course, it is never even close, but, still, it's fun to try.

Look at the size of this downed tree by the hiking path/trail.

Before we cross the river once again, I stop to try to capture the teal blue of the water.


Fair play, Man gets to capture Carol crossing the suspension bridge.

Truly, it was lovely, the color of the clear water, the sound of water, the lovely Douglas Fir and western hemlocks, and western red cedars. 


Saturday, February 11, 2017

William Fenton, The Father, The Son, Which is Which? Photo Faceoff

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William Franklin Fenton (referred here as Sr.) and his wife Margaret Catherine Haley were married in Yarmouth, Nova Scotia, Canada on May 25, 1860.

William Franklin Fenton (referred to here as Jr.) was born June 21, 1861 in Chebogue, Yarmouth, Nova Scotia, Canada.  As a young man, William (Jr.)  married a lady named Fannie Hurlburt and had 4 children.  Fannie died in 1898 and in 1900 William married Ida May Jarvis.  William (Jr.) and Ida had 5 children.

When we have  a son and a father with basically the same name, it can be easy to confuse the two in records.  

Now, we need to state right here, that to our best knowledge, William (Sr.), Margaret Haley, William (Jr.). and all the rest of William (Sr.) and Margaret's children were all white.  Ida May Jarvis, however, was not.  She was black and I have heard, but, never have been able to establish/prove it, that she may have had Indian heritage as well.

I can tell you from my research, and my interaction with family members of William (Jr.) and Ida's descendants and descendants of William (Sr.) and Margaret other sons and daughters, that racism was healthy in Nova Scotia in 1900.  I have heard stories (again, family stories, not provable via documents) that after William (Jr.) married Ida he was "cut off" from his family.  Siblings that wanted to visit would have to sneak over to William (Jr.)'s home.

There are facts I can "prove".  For example, I can tell you and prove that when William (Sr.) passed, the informant on his death certificate was William (Jr.).  It is very interesting to note that William (Sr.)'s obituary does not mention William (Jr.).  William (Sr.)'s obituary reads in part:

"Mr. Fenton, besides the daughter mentioned, leaves two others, Mrs. Emma Vickery and Mrs. Clara Huskins in Massachusetts, the latter with Mrs. Robert Fenton arrived by the Prince George this morning to attend the funeral; also one son George, a painter and decorator with R. K. Smith."

Ten years before William (Sr.) died one of his daughter's passed.  Her obituary reads in part, you will note, there is no mention of William (Jr.).

"She leaves a husband and four small children to mourn the loss of a devoted wife and mother.  She is also survived by her father, Mr. William Fenton, two brothers, George and Robert; and three sisters: Mrs. John Vickery, Mrs. Oscar Vickery, and Mrs. Clara Huskins."

The fact that William (Jr.) was ostracized by his family seems to have carried down in area of family photos as well. Even after researching this clan for well over 25 years, I have had no "verified" photo of William (Jr.).  All the photos you will see in this post came from other family members, Man and I had no Fenton ancestral photos.

Due to the kindness of other family members, I have these, which most family and family researchers of the Fenton clan agree are William (Sr.)  Let's note here that William (Sr.) was born in 1833 and died in 1922. And, let's consider those dates in reference to the photos and the clothing.  Let's call this photo # 1.

On the back of photo # 1 (copy of a photo, actually) was written in bold print :  Grandpa Fenton, Marion's Mother's Father.  Marion is Marion Vickery, her mother is Emma Stella Fenton.  Emma's father is William Franklin Fenton (Sr.).  On other photos in same group,it is written, "Marion's inscription on back",  indicating that the identifications came from Marion Vickery.

I also have this photo, also identified as William Fenton (Sr), identification provided by a great-granddaughter. This is photo # 2.  Supposedly, this is the same man as is in photo # 1.  There is, in my opinion, a resemblance, so I will accept this as being William (Sr.)

We have another photo of what appears to be the William in photo # 2.  Family has stated this is William (Sr.) and his Christie grandchildren.  This to me appears to be the same man.  Here he is in photo # 3.

Last summer Man and I traveled to Nova Scotia, specifically to research the Fenton clan and to see where they lived, loved, were born, died and were buried.  Neither of us had ever been.  It was a remarkable trip.  While there we were able to spend a few hours with descendants of William (Jr.) and his second wife, Ida.  The fact that we were able to meet up with this part of the family was a small miracle.  Man and I made the trip on a whim, with very little planning.  I did not make any attempts to contact the few family members I had email addresses for before we left. But, at a campground we stopped at along the way, we actually met some distant kin.  It was one of those "the manager of the campground had an employee who was the sister of a bride of one of the Fenton men." Far out, eh??

While visiting two Fenton elders Man noticed a 8 X 10 piece of paper with the photos of 5 men printed and identified. It was one of those kismet moments in research.  He asked and was graciously granted permission to take a cell phone photo of that sheet of paper.

Below are 3 of the men, the other two have been edited out since they are both still living. This is photo # 4.

You will note that the photo on the left side of this group is the same as the one I have already shown in Photo # 1 above. It is identified as William (Sr.) dates of birth and death the same as I have indicated.

In the middle, this man is also identified as William. From the dates of death and birth this is William (Jr.), note the dates agree with my research and documentation I have obtained.

The man to the right is the son of William (Jr.) and Ida.

Tonight, when working on my consolidation project, I re-discovered a photo, with names/identities.  You will note the second man from the left is the same man that is identified as William (Jr.) in photo # 4.  

This is photo # 5.

The people identified in this photo # 5 were named as: George Fenton, William Fenton, Sr., Emma Fenton Vickery, Annie Fenton Vickery, John Vickery.  This photo has been dated as 1921, place, Rockville, Yarmouth, Nova Scotia, Canada.

Wait!  Hold everything.

Photo # 4 he is William (Jr.)

Photo # 5 he is William (Sr.)

I have stared at these photos for years, on and off, I revisit, I stare, my eyes cross, and I move on to something else. And, return again at some point, repeat for years and years.

There are strong family resemblances, eh??  Between all these Williams.

That's why it is so difficult.

Tonight, my opinion is that # 1 is William (Sr.)

# 2 - - I'll say he is also William (Sr.), especially when we compare it to # 3, which has been identified by family members.

# 4, is William (Jr.), as is of course, # 5, since that is the same photo, just cropped a bit.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

And, ohhhhh, yea, photo # 5 seems to disprove the rumor/family story that siblings had to sneak off to see William (Jr.) after his marriage to Ida.  Except, for that interesting/questionable identification the William in this photo as William (Sr.) 

What tangled webs were woven.  

* William (Jr.) and his first wife, Fannie Hurburt, are Man's great-grandparents.  William Henry Fenton, see photo # 4, was Man's grandmother's half brother.


Monday, February 6, 2017

White Pass Country Historical Museum

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In July of 2013, three and a half years ago, we spent the 4th of July week in Packwood Washington, in the shadow of Mount Rainier.

There is a lovely museum in town, we spent a hour or so one day and another couple of hours another day.  It was nicely done and represented the area well. 

Here are a few photos:

A sewing basket:

They had a nice collection of dolls, quilts, clothing donated by local residents:

I find it quite humorous that Man's face is all red here, as it appears he is lifting a huge boulder.  He is NOT.  This is a piece of pumice from Mount Saint Helens:

The museum had so many wonderful collections, including a lot of "logging" artifacts.  I am not sure why I do not have more photos, I believe it was the great docent we had showing us around.  This day there was a lot more "listening" than "capturing images" with Sony.

A bike was found outside, I convinced Man to pose for me:

We have found as we travel that many towns and counties have wonderful museums. We see similar collections, clothing, farm tools, and such.  But, each collection is different and is always the work of loving volunteers, frequently financially supported by local businesses and residents supporting their museums.  They honor their ancestors and their homes. Well done!


Saturday, February 4, 2017

Really, You Just Never Know What You Might See - -

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On our drive up to Mount Saint Helens, parked alongside the road, we found, well, a Montana 5er and a helicopter and a bunch of other rigs, tankers, and another RV.  Even a Porta potti.

Asking around Packwood, we were led to believe this is a helicopter logging set up.  They are allowed to log out trees, but, not clear cut (or whatever that is called).  So, they go in by helicopter, cut a tree here and there, removing same by helicopter.

I would have dearly loved to see some of that while that helicopter was air born.  

The route we drove on our visit to Mount Saint Helens was 131, and it is closed in the winter.

Really, you just never know what you might see along the way, including a Montana and a helicopter perched on the side of the road.


Mount Saint Helens National Volcanic Monument

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Back in 2013, YES, 2013, Man and I spent the 4th of July week in Packwood Washington. From there we visited Mount Rainier, Mount Saint Helens, had an enjoyable day driving around Chinook Pass, and enjoyed the local museum and entertainment.  The connectivity was poor, no phone service, no internet at the campground, disconnected.  It was a wonderful, but, very long week!  LOL

Our drive to Mount Saint Helens was from Packwood.  We did not go to the main entrance of the park or the Visitor's Center.  That right there was something different for us, as we enjoy snooping around and learning at the Visitor's Centers.

We noted as we started that we were at a bit less than 1000 feet altitude, I took a photo of the GPS in Jolly, and then another.  We were really climbing, more than 20 feet in just seconds.  UP we go, one of our first views, by the way, this was about 2700 feet.

We stopped at most pull offs and even took a few short walks.  We are now about 3800 feet.

Note the dead trees:

More devastation:

Remember, Mount Saint Helens erupted in 1980.  We visited in 2013.  Parts of the area, in the National Monument have been left untouched.  Other sections, the dead trees have been removed and new young saplings were planted, it is now, growing back.

This is Meta Lake, where because it was covered by ice and the trees were 8 feet deep in snow, the eruption did not do the same kind of damage as elsewhere.  

It really is quite amazing to see the life:

Further down the road, Spirit Lake.  That is not sand, those are trees!

The landslide from the explosion at Mount Saint Helens raised the lake level by 200 feet!  

These are not match sticks.  This is not a puzzle, this is a photo thanks to Sony's zoom, of those logs floating on Spirit Lake.

Mount Saint Helens, the top blown off:

Flowers, not many, but, the color is welcomed while you view all this destruction.

How's this for stunning?

I climbed part of the way up this mountain to get a different view of Mount Saint Helens.  It took me some time as I could only do a couple of stories worth of stairs (that is somewhere around 25 stairs) at a time.  Then, I would stop, look about till I stopped breathing hard and started again.  I never intended on getting all the way to the top, but, the healthier souls (and some not so healthy and in my opinion not very wise either) did go alllllllll the way up!!

This parking lot is as far as we could go, as close as we could get. 


Panorama, that is Mount Adams to the far left, those more familiar with the landscape will surely correct me if I am wrong. 

Still resting where it was on that day in 1980:

The day was filled with learning and interesting things to do, a few walks, a lot of stairs (and soreness later), about 200 photos and  - - - - a very interesting scene for these RVers.  I'll bring you that little part of the story soon.


Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Mountain, Waterfalls, Flowers, Snow, It's Time to Visit Mount Rainier, Part 2

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Recently, I shared with you about 20 photos from Part 1,  of our visit one day wayyyyyyy back in 2013 to Mount Rainier.  Here are 20 more photos.  I took about 330 that day.  It's beautiful countryside.

Before we left the Paradise area, we went into the Visitor's Center where we found these topographical representations of the area.

And, lookie here, Stevens Canyon.

Of course, off we went, I mean, why go home the same way we came???

This is Reflections lake area.

Right along the road very near here I found these flowers.  I believe there were a "alpine" variety.  They were quite prolific, the ground was quite wet, so, I had a bit of a challenge to get a good photo, here are a couple:

Can we get enough of this beauty??  NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Believe this is Louise Lake:

We made a lot of stops along our drive.  Columbine:

More water falls at Sunbeam Creek, and a bit (sarcasm) of snow left over, remember, this visit was basically July 4th week.

Can't see the snow???  Cause it is all white??  Well, ZOOM:

Yep, Stevens Creek:

Looks like it was a bit forceful at one time, a bit of debris:

And the waterfall near by.


Waterfalls, cross the canyon, many miles away, very hard to spot, but, ZOOM and we can at least see them:

You can start to see the "size" when we see Man standing at the side of the road beside a wall of rock and mountain:

More of that water fall (there were actually several in that area), this photo was not zoomed quite as much.  Point of interest, we are at about 3790 foot elevation.

We end the day with tunnels, at 12 foot 8 inches, we would not take Tana through here. She would not fit, she is, after all a big girl at over 13 foot tall.

One last water fall near Grove of the Patriarchs Trail, possibly Silver Falls.

We had a delightful day, we were tired, but, still refreshed.  Natural beauty, water, flowers and mountains can do that.