Wednesday, December 21, 2022
Thursday, December 1, 2022
Of Mothers and Daughters and Dinner Parties — Part II Redux
Sometimes, when you throw a question out into the universe, you get a response. In January of 2008, I asked a series of questions for the Carnival of Genealogy. Though my paternal grandmother, Anna, was born in the United States, all her ancestors were born in the Stolp district of Pomerania. At the time, because I didn’t (and still don’t) speak German, finding the information seemed head bangingly impossible. So, it’s fifteen years later, and guess what? Some of my questions now have answers. I am reposting that January 2008 entry along with my found answers.
Of Mothers and Daughters and Dinner Parties — Part II
The 41st edition of the Carnival of Genealogy asks the question: If you could have dinner with four of your ancestors who would they be and why?
When my great-grandmother, Emma Gleffe Schröder, first set sail for the United States in 1906, she knew that she would probably never see her father, brother and sister again. It's not known if Emma's mother, Pauline Gleffe, was alive at the time of Emma's departure, but in the German letters that were saved, Pauline is not mentioned.
Emma arrived at Ellis Island with her husband, Leo, and their two sons, Wilhelm (Willy) and Max, on April 1, 1906. Speaking no English and being sponsored by Leo's brother-in-law, Karl Kollat, Emma and Leo settled on the outskirts of Clyde, Ohio. There they found other German-speaking families, and just as important to Emma, a Lutheran Church that she could walk to each week, to listen to the German service.
For my second dinner party, I would choose Emma and her mother, Pauline, as the last two ancestors to share a meal with me. Though I would love to see the land where Emma grew up and where Pauline lived her life, I know exactly when and where this dinner party would take place.
There are very few things my grandmother told me about her mother, Emma. But the one thing she did say was that her mother was a good cook. My dad has also told me the same thing of the grandmother that he called, “his buddy.” So I am inviting myself to Sunday dinner at the Schröder house in Clyde, and Emma and her mother are doing the cooking.
Once they get used to the idea of being together again, I can imagine the two of them clucking and speaking in German, with my great-grandmother translating for me. I would be madly scribbling down recipes and notes and helping with whatever menial chores the two women would assign me.
I WOULD ASK PAULINE (with Emma translating)
What date were you born?
2 Oct 1849 at Klein Gansen, Kr. Stolp, Pommern, Prussia (Full Name: Pauline Albertine Mathilde Gleffe) [i]
What are the names of your parents?
Friedrich Wilhelm Gleffe and Johanne Helene Wilhelmine Bujack[ii][iii][iv]
What date were they born?
Friedrich Wilhelm Gleffe was born 20 June 1815 in Klein Gansen, Kr. Stolp, Pommern, Prussia[v]
Johanne Helene Wilhelmine (she went by Wilhelmine) was born 22 Sept 1819, Klein Gansen, Kr. Stolp, Pommern, Prussia[vi]
What is your husband's full name and date of birth?
Wilhelm Gottlieb Gliffe DOB: 17 January 1852 Goschen, Kr. Stolp, Pommern, Prussia[vii]
What are the names of his parents?
Friedrich Gliffe (sometimes Gleffe) and Henriette Bastubbe[viii]
When and where were you married?
Do you remember your grandparents?
What were there names?
Gottfried Friedrich Gleffe (he went by Friedrich) and Katharina Anna Zoschke[ix]
Christian Friedrich Bujack and Dorothea Luise Jahnke[x]
Tell me a story about your grandparents.
Tell me a story about Emma when she was a little girl.
I WOULD ASK EMMA
Who were your paternal grandparents?
Friedrich Gliffe and Henriette Bastubbe[xi]
What do you remember of them?
What do you miss about your homeland?
Who was Albert Tuschy and how are the Tuschys related to the Schröder family?
Albert Tuschy was the brother-in-law to Emma’s husband, Leo Schröder (Schrader in the U.S.) He was married to Leo’s sister Bertha Eva Adeline.[xii]
Albert acted as informant in the death of his mother-in-law, Caroline Wilhelmine Quetschke Schröder (10 April 1895, Gaffert, Kr. Stolp, Pommern, Germany)[xiii]
Albert also acted as informant in the death of his father-in-law, Wilhelm Heinrich Schröder (4 March 1917, Budow, Kr. Stolp, Pommern, Germany.)[xiv]
Tell me about your in-laws, Wilhelm and Karoline Quetschke Schröder.
What was the trip to America like?
What is a favorite memory you have of your mother?
What is a favorite memory you have of your father?
Tell me a story about your daughter Anna as a child.
What is your recipe for your Christmas log roll?
I would give them some private time to talk, to cry and to laugh. Then later, sometime in the afternoon, Emma's daughter Anna would stop and drop off her 7-year-old son. For I have chosen to have my dinner party the exact summer that my father stayed with his grandparents during the week.
Pauline and I would fade into the shadows, as
Emma, all smiles would go outside to greet her daughter and grandson. We would
stand there, the two of us, peeking out the screen door, listening to the
casual tones of conversation. Pauline would be watching intently the
granddaughter and great-grandson she had never seen, and I would be watching
just as intently a father and grandmother I have known so well. We would look up,
she and I, our eyes meeting, and both smile in a way that would need no
[i] Evangelische Kirche Budow Taufen (Evangelical Chuch of Budow, Baptisms), 1849 No. 121
[iii] Evangelische Kirche Budow Taufen, for Augustine Philippine Franziska Maria, 1852 No. 20
[iv] Ahnenpaß (Ancestral Passport) of Margarete Gleffe, from the Research of Jörg Glewwe, Nov. 2020
[vii] Evangelische Kirche Budow Taufen, 1852 No. 5
[ix] Ahnenpaß of Margarete Gleffe, from the Research of Jörg Glewwe, Nov. 2020
[xi] Evangelische Kirche Budow Taufen, 1852 No. 5
[xii] Standesamt Budow Heiraten (Marriage Record Civil Registry for Budow) , 1887 No. 3
[xiii] Standesamt Budow Tote (Death Record Civil Registry for Budow), 1895 No. 16
[xiv] Standesamt Budow Tote, 1917 No. 7
©30 Jan 2008 & revised 1 Dec 2022, Desktop Genealogist Unplugged, Teresa L. Snyder
Thursday, November 24, 2022
Over the River and Through the Woods - Some Hoy Thanksgivings
The picture below was taken 8 days before Thanksgiving 1916. It is the wedding picture of my maternal grandparents, Frank Eugene Hoy and Katheryne Cecile Lynch. The date was November 22, 1916. I asked my grandmother once where she and grandpa met. She had a twinkle in her eye when she told me it was at a Halloween Party, he was very handsome, and that was all she would say.
My grandparents would go on to have nine children (who would give them 29 grandchildren), but the two of them were such opposites that their divorce seems inevitable, Grandpa was a quiet gentle man, and Katie was, well, Katie. My grandmother was a natural storyteller, who never let anything as inconvenient as facts get in the way of a good story. As a child she seemed bigger than life, with her arms and hands constantly in motion making whatever point she intended. Honestly, she was a little terrifying to a quiet little girl who listened intently to her tales.
Monday, November 14, 2022
Then, with eyes that saw not . . .
Sometimes, I think, it is good to be reminded that as all encompassing as a personal loss is, there are those who travel their own path of loss. So, be as kind as humanly possible, but be as fierce as necessary to protect those people and beliefs you cherish.
Heather, sweet little one, you are in my thoughts.
The First Snowfall
By James Russell Lowell
The snow had begun in the gloaming,
And busily all the night
Had been heaping field and highway
With a silence deep and white.
Every pine and fir and hemlock
Wore ermine too dear for an earl,
And the poorest twig on the elm-tree
Was ridged inch deep with pearl.
From sheds new-roofed with Carrara
Came Chanticleer's muffled crow,
The stiff rails were softened to swan's-down,
And still fluttered down the snow.
I stood and watched by the window
The noiseless work of the sky,
And the sudden flurries of snow-birds,
Like brown leaves whirling by.
I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn
Where a little headstone stood;
How the flakes were folding it gently,
As did robins the babes in the wood.
Up spoke our own little Mabel,
Saying, "Father, who makes it snow?"
And I told of the good All-father
Who cares for us here below.
Again I looked at the snow-fall,
And thought of the leaden sky
That arched o'er our first great sorrow,
When that mound was heaped so high.
I remembered the gradual patience
That fell from that cloud-like snow,
Flake by flake, healing and hiding
The scar of our deep-plunged woe.
And again to the child I whispered,
"The snow that husheth all,
Darling, the merciful Father
Alone can make it fall!"
Then, with eyes that saw not, I kissed her;
And she, kissing back, could not know
That my kiss was given to her sister,
Folded close under deepening snow.
Thursday, October 27, 2022
Happy Anniversary, Little Sis. I miss you.
My sister had many sparkling qualities. She had a photographic memory, a quick mind, and an ability to know what she wanted in life. And what my sister wanted, more than anything, was to be a wife and a mother, and to someday be a grandmother. Forty-eight years ago today, she started that journey when she married the love of her life. Happy Anniversary, little sis. I miss you.
Wednesday, October 26, 2022
Wordless Wednesday - Moment of Zen
Thursday, October 20, 2022
October is National Family History Month
Before you can celebrate Family History Month shouldn’t you at least have a working definition of the term, family? Some define family as those individuals who live or have lived together in one dwelling. Some define family by a minimum number of shared centimorgans. And some use the heart to set the parameters for who is and isn’t family.
Karen Ferry in Make Me Believe wrote, “Family isn’t whose blood you carry … It’s who you love and who loves you back.”
Fifteen years ago, I struggled with my own definition. Below is the post I wrote My words were true then, and they are true now.
(FYI – I no longer am a Grey’s Anatomy aficionado, and the number of grandchildren has mushroomed from that mere puny four.)
In honor of Family History Month:
For National Family History Month — One Definition of Family
For someone who professes a great interest in family history, I have dragged my heels on mentioning the fact that October has been designated as National Family History Month. As I mentally planned this post, I intended to link you to some terrific ideas on how to celebrate the month.
Instead, I find myself squirming about writing on the subject. Preferring instead to put the laptop down, and go foraging for something to eat, or something interesting to read. Or, when I finally make myself sit with laptop in hand, I suddenly feel the need to find spoilers for “Grey's Anatomy,” or a good recipe for crock-pot Chili or googling about any errant thought that flitters through my brain — anything but writing this post.
The sticking point for me is I'm suddenly self-conscious about the definition of family. If human beings conducted their lives in a nice orderly fashion, and if we all lived to be ninety, the concept of family would be easy. But we don't. We sometimes die in automobile accidents, or get cancer, or we find the love of our life isn't, or we somehow derail a perfectly good life for liquor or drugs or lust. I'm not making judgments; I'm stating that human beings lead messy lives. And these messy lives have consequences, one of which is that the definition of family gets bruised and muddied.
Is a favored uncle by marriage who died more than 40 years ago, still part of my family? Is the aunt of my youth, no longer married to my biological uncle still my aunt? The grade school project of making a family tree seems innocent and straight forward, unless you happen to be an adopted child, or a foster child, or child of a blended family. What tree does that child make? What genealogical chain does he follow? What family history should she celebrate?
Dr. Joyce Maguire Pavao, author of The Family of Adoption, talks instead of a family tree, a family orchard that includes as many trees as necessary for an individual's identity. The concept allows for both biology and reality, for inclusion of nature and nurture. In my family, it allows the man who adopted my grandfather when he was 10, and whose last name I carried until I married, to be recognized and honored in our family orchard. It allows my orchard to include four beautiful grandchildren for whom I am not grandmother by blood, but rather grandmother by heart. It is a concept I embrace.
Until Next Time — Happy Ancestral Digging!
Note: This post first published online, October 11, 2007, at Desktop Genealogist Blog at The Fremont News-Messenger.
© 11 October 2007 & revised 20 Oct 2022, Desktop Genealogist Unplugged, Teresa L. Snyder
Monday, October 17, 2022
Happy 70th Birthday, Dear Ruby! 🌹
Take a moonlit night on the banks of the Potomac, a few bottles of Boone’s Farm Strawberry Wine, our guardian angel, Jim (also procurer of the aforementioned wine), my alcoholic infused babbling tongue, and a very long walk back to our Dorm, and presto change-o, you became Ruby.
In truth, the actual metamorphosis happened the next day. We dragged ourselves to Jim’s part time gig at the local pizza parlor, feeling a trifle worse for the wear. Jim came to our booth and asked, “So who is this Ruby chick?” What? There was no Ruby. “Well, she,” his fingers pointing at me, “kept calling someone, Ruby.” The light dawned. My slurred midwestern twang version of Roomie, sounded like Ruby to his Southern accent accustomed ears. After that, you were officially, Ruby.Fifty one years ago was the last time we celebrated your birthday together.
Honestly, it seems like yesterday. You came North to be in my wedding, and a year later, I went South to return the favor. Life was so busy, and we lost touch.
I chose a school that was six hours away from home. A school where I knew no one. I made a lot of friends, but the four of us – you, me, J and K – were our own Fab Four.
I learned so much that year.
I learned that frozen daiquiris are yummy.
I learned enough swear words to make a marine blush. (That was mostly, J. That girl was a swearing savant. Although, my personal favorite, and one I would continue to use, was your “Well, F—k a red and yellow duck.”)
I learned that it takes beaucoup quarters to call a boyfriend who was spending several months in Europe. You sold your beautiful red jacket, your clogs, your gorgeous purple dress, and I don’t know what else to Vicky, to feed the machine. It was a good thing that W came home when he did, or goodness knows you would have been left with only your undies and your slippers!
I learned that yes, Virginia, you can squeeze a mattress through a second floor window to the ground below when Vicky and Hawaii did just that. I don’t know how they explained the missing mattress. But… Not my monkeys, not my zoo.
I learned that sometimes, having a messy closet, can actually be a good thing. You brought that little black and white TV back for the second semester. It was strictly verboten. Our RA, who was normally a big stickler for following the rules, agreed to overlook it when you slyly suggested that she was welcome to come down and watch her favorite soap opera.
The problem was, we were assigned a new house mother that semester, and she was doing a surprise inspection. I happened to leave our room to go to our wing’s bathroom and there was Miss W. with our R.A., Mary. Mary was standing behind our new housemother, frantically doing a pantomime for my benefit. When I got back to the room, I told you what was happening and we quickly hid the TV in my closet, which was, as usual, a disaster.
We made it more of one, throwing clothes off hangers, grabbing more clothes out of my drawers to cover the TV, and putting some on the floor to complete, “The Look.” We had just finished when a tapping at the door ushered in Miss W. and Mary. Oh Lord, Mary’s eyes were practically popping out of their sockets as she looked around for that TV. Miss W. went to your closet first She did a thorough check. Then she came to mine. She took one look at the disaster, sniffed, and then left the room. I bet we sat there hyperventilating for a good five minutes. I don’t remember. Was that an expulsion offense?
I learned, thanks to your insistence, that I did not need full make-up to go to the dining hall for breakfast. You would pace the room back and forth until I was ready. Oh, the pressure!
I learned that forming a study group really made getting decent grades a snap. The fact that the four of us were all El Ed majors meant we had the same courses, and often the same class.
I learned that I could easily do a 7:10 AM class if it was history. (The professor loved my papers.) But a 11:10 Friday class in English, just interfered too much with my life. (That professor hated my papers.)
I learned that while the movies make it look like throwing a burning object into a waste basket easily smothers the fire, in real life that only works if the basket isn’t already full of paper. Duh!
I learned that a good friend will sit on the bathroom floor outside your stall, patiently explaining – well, never mind, no one else needs the details, but you’ll remember what I am referring to. You, dear Ruby girl, were such a good friend!I learned that I could go somewhere I had never been; where I knew no one; and find my own tribe.
Thursday, September 15, 2022
Ancestry’s New Chromosome Painter – Close but no Cigar!
I really wanted to give a thumbs up to Ancestry’s new Chromosome Painter. (Although a Chromosome Browser would make me much happier.) Sadly, Ancestry has missed the mark.
My mother, my brother and I have all taken Ancestry’s DNA test. And yes, we are the appropriate centimorgans match to show mother and child, and full siblings. Therefore, I should be a half-match to my mother’s ethnicity, on each chromosome. My brother should be likewise. As for my brother and I, we could be a full match, a partial match or no match depending on which segments we inherited from mom and which segments we inherited from dad.
Here is what our ethnicity looks like for each of us on Chromosome 12.
The color on this chromosome is deceptive in that mom’s colors represent Germanic Europe for her parent 1 and Scotland for parent 2.
My colors on the same chromosome represent Sweden and Denmark for parent 1 and England and Northwestern Europe for parent 2.
My brother’s colors represent Sweden and Denmark for parent 1 and England and Northwestern Europe for parent 2.
You can see that each of us has a green component to our Chromosome 12, but the green stands for different ethnicities on my mother’s chart as opposed to my brother and me. In our case, green denotes England and Northwestern Europe, while on my mother’s chart it denotes Scotland.
Looking at this, you might draw the conclusion that my brother and I are a full match on this chromosome, but we are not.
By looking at all the chromosomes I can tell that for me, my mother is represented by parent 1 and my father is parent 2. My brother is the opposite. Parent 1 for him is my dad, and parent 2 is my mom. How do I know this? My mother has no Eastern Europe or Russia in her ethnicity, but my father’s German side (half of his DNA) also has some Kashubian thrown into the mix. Kashubian’s were one of several Slavic tribes that settled in Pomerania along with Germans. Dad gets this mixture from his maternal grandparents who emigrated from Pomerania in 1906.
On my chromosome painter all the Eastern Europe and Russia show up on parent 2, while for my brother, they show up on parent 1. Which means according to Ancestry, I received my Sweden and Denmark ethnicity from mom and my England and Northwestern Europe from dad. My brother, on the other hand, received the Sweden and Denmark ancestry from dad, and the England and Northwestern Europe from mom. Confusing, yes?
Because I am a visual person, I put all our chromosome ethnicities on a spreadsheet. I coded each ethnicity with a specific color so that I could see immediately where we matched and where we didn’t.
My mother and I don’t match ethnicities at all on Chromosomes, 1, 12, 13, 14, or 15. My brother and she do not match on Chromosomes 4, 7, 10 and 12.
Below you can see Chromosomes 12, 13, and 4 for each of us.
Logically, not matching ethnicities with my mother on specific chromosomes does not make sense. I give Ancestry a B for effort, and a D for execution. The worst part, it makes me question all their ethnicity assumptions. They have tagged me with Scandinavian (now Sweden and Denmark) since I first took the test in 2012. I have yet to find a Swede or Dane in the family tree.
Until Next Time . . .
© 15 Sept 2022, Desktop Genealogist Unplugged, Teresa L. Snyder
Wednesday, September 14, 2022
Wordless Wednesday - Looking fine at 90!
Tuesday, August 23, 2022
Happy Birthday Mamacita
Wednesday, August 3, 2022
Ancestry's new Chromosome Painter (Beta Addition)
If you have been on Ancestry lately, you may have noticed this banner.
Ut oh, I thought, I’d better make sure I had captured the last update before it disappeared. Ancestry’s last “refresh” took away my smidgen of Welsh ethnicity, which I will admit, bummed me out. Oddly enough, my brother gained Welsh ancestry on that last refresh. He always gets all the cool stuff!
In that last update, Ancestry had split my inherited Ethnicities to a specific parent, which they cleverly called, Parent One and Parent Two. I am a visual person, and Ancestry obligingly gave me a lovely pie chart of this.
Of course, they couldn’t tell you if Parent 1 was your mother or if Parent 1 was your father, but luckily for me, I know my mother does not have any Eastern European & Russian Ethnicity so, . . .
We have a winner. Clearly, Parent 2, is my father since only Parent 2 shows Eastern European and Russian Ethnicity. My mother, is therefore, Parent 1.
But, it gets better. On the same page, there is now a tab that says Chromosome Painter Beta.
Because it is in Beta mode, I don’t know if everyone has this tab for their DNA ethnicity results, but if you are interested, check it out.
Below is what mine looks like.
Okay, I admit it. This is pretty cool. I can’t wait to see what happens with the August 2022 update. However, as cool as this is, I still want my Chromosome Browser. Are you listening, Ancestry?
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