Friday, July 4, 2008

If those are a Jar of Mustard Pickles, then this must be Heaven!

One of my favorite geneabloggers, Janice Brown of “Cow Hampshire” wrote a cute piece the other day entitled, You say Catsup, I say Ketchup. (For the record, I say ketchup but write it catsup.) In it she talked about the origins of catsup, how it wasn’t always made with tomatoes and she closed her post with a recipe from The Farmer’s Cabinet of Amherst, New Hampshire, published in 1852. 

Janice’s piece had me going down memory lane. As a child, I can remember my grandmother making delicious homemade catsup. That got me to thinking about all the other goodies that grandma used to make. 

My favorite was her mustard pickles. A few years ago, my mother and I went through Grandma’s old recipes looking for the mustard pickle one. We would examine each recipe, and then reject it as we remembered some key ingredient that was missing. Now you have to understand that it had been three decades or longer since we had tasted this wonderful recipe, so we were straining some dormant taste buds to recall exactly what was in her famous mixture. And so it went, the two of us coming up with a variety of entries in the mustard pickle sweepstakes. 

Finally, we found one that we both agreed was probably the one grandma used to make her wonderful concoction. I don’t why we were in such a hot sweat to find it – neither of us can. In any event, below is her recipe – she called it Mixed Pickles Recipe. I call it:

Grandma’s Mixed (Mustard) Pickles Recipe 
1 quart small pickles 
1 quart pickles cut in chunks 
1 quart big lima beans 
1 quart carrots cut in chunks 
1 quart string beans
1 quart small white onions 
1 quart green tomatoes
6 red mangoes (grandma referred to peppers as mangoes) 
6 green mangoes (peppers) 
2 head of cauliflower
1 bunch celery 

 Boil each separately in salt water until tender, except pickles and tomatoes. Let them stand in salt water, drain them, then make a dressing of the following:

2 quart vinegar 
1 cup prepared mustard 
1 T tumeric powder 
1 cup flour 
2 lb brown sugar 
1 tsp celery seeds 
1 tsp mustard seed 

Let vinegar came to boil add the flour, turmeric made into a paste. Add the rest of the ingredients. Let come to a boil. Add the vegetables that have been cooked then add pickles; tomatoes let all come to a boil. Can while hot. 

When I die, I will know I’ve gotten into heaven, if when I open my eyes my grandmother, Anna, is standing there with a jar of mustard pickles, and there’s a fork and a plate with my name on it sitting near by. 

Have a safe and Happy Fourth of July! 

Update: I've submitted this post for Bill West's Geneablogger's Picnic. I'm bringing the Mustard Pickles. Yummy! I can't wait to see what everybody is bringing!

© 4 July 2008, Desktop Genealogist Unplugged, Teresa L. Snyder 

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Wordless Wednesday - Flat Rock Cemetery



           © 2 July 2008, Desktop Genealogist Unplugged, Teresa L. Snyder 


Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Delete is NOT an option

Okay, this post is only for those of you who maintain blogs on this newspaper website or those of an affiliated newspaper website. The rest of you can go do something else - sleep, eat, start a third world country. 

 Last week, tired and getting frustrated with trying to post an aethetically pleasing copy of my work online, I gave up and said, "Chuck it!" (Actually, I said, "Screw it," but I wanted to use something more family friendly and in keeping with my pristine image.) I then, because the editing tools gave me this option, elected to delete the post and start again from scratch. Finally, satisfied with the results, I tapped the "publish" button and everything was, how do you say, hunky-dorey.

However, when I later pulled up my blog on my Google Reader, (What! Am I the only narcissistic blogger out there that wants to see how my posts look in Reader?) I noticed that the deleted post and the newly published post both appeared. And the deleted post is still there, driving me nuts, staring at me with all of its larger than life flaws, begging to be deleted - WHICH I CANNOT DO! Okay, let me take a breath. In the whole scheme of things, this issue rates a 1.5 on a scale of 1 to 10 for serious problems. BUT IT IS DRIVING ME CRAZY! 

 So, for those of you who blog on the News-Mess or one of its sister sites, know this. Once you push the "publish" button, that baby is out there in Google Reader land and no little ole delete button is getting rid of it. Nuff said. 

 Until Next Time!

© 1 July 2008, Desktop Genealogist Unplugged, Teresa L. Snyder 


A Footnote to My Last Post

Yesterday I wrote about my 6th great grandfather, the Rev. Daniel Schumacher. One of the entries in Daniel Schumacher's Baptismal Register found listed on April 28, 1756 was for an Anna Maria Schmedder, the four week old daughter of William Schmedder and his wife Maria Catharina. An asterisk beside Anna Maria’s name indicated that Daniel had given a hand decorated certificate of the baptism, a Taufscheine, to the couple to commemorate the event.

The baptism was done at a church that Daniel called, Allemangel. The church was located in Albany Township of Berks County, Pennsylvania. 

Descendents of William Schmedder and descendents of Daniel Schumacher would move away from Southeastern Pennsylvania, and eventually both William and Daniel would have lines that would make their way, by different routes. to Sandusky County in Ohio. Almost two hundred years after the baptism, the 5th Great granddaughter of Daniel and Maria Elisabeth Schumacher would meet, fall in love and marry the 5th Great grandson of William and Maria Catharina Schmedder. How do I know this? Well, I know the couple – the 5th great granddaughter and the 5th great grandson of Schumacher and Schmedder. I am their daughter.

Until Next Time – Happy Ancestral Digging!

© 1 July 2008, Desktop Genealogist Unplugged, Teresa L. Snyder 


"Owed" to an Ugly Wife

The story goes that after a night of frolicking intoxication in Halifax, my 6th great grandfather, Daniel, woke up the next morning and found himself married. The spontaneous nuptials were bad enough, but worse, the “lady” in question was, how should I say this delicately - she put the UG in ugly. Grandpa did what anyone might do in just such a situation. He packed up, and quickly put as much distance as possible between himself and said wife. This occurred in July 1753 and but for one small detail, this story would have been an obscure forgotten incident 

The small detail - Daniel Schumacher, my 6th great grandfather, was a Lutheran minister and would be called on later to explain this little misstep in Nova Scotia. His flight took him south, all the way to Philadelphia where he presented credentials from the Lutheran pastor of New York City and from the ministerium of Lutheran pastors of Hamburg, Germany. The German papers identified young Daniel as a pastoral candidate, meaning he had studied theology at a German university. Though some were skeptical of Daniel and scandalized that he had performed the Lord’s Supper without proper ordination, there was such a hunger on the part of the German immigrants to hear the word preached in their native tongue, that a young man eager to take on the job of traveling minister was hard to turn down. 

Of course, the letters from the Hamburg ministers turned out to be bogus. And it was these very letters that the New York minister, Johann Weygand, had based his own letter of recommendation. Weygand had written to his colleagues in Hamburg 

“…candidate Daniel Schumacher. He arrived here from Halifax a few weeks ago, and, because of the deep respect we for your reverences’ testimonial, we permitted him to preach here, and since he had been quite destitute in Halifax, we furnished him with new clothing, and then sent him to Pennsylvania, where he may expect a prompt assignment, or perhaps one here in our own province.” 

Clearly, Weygand, whose financial support came from Hamburg, was anxious to let the group know that he was taking care of their young protégé.

In 1755, Weygand received a letter from Dr. Friedrich Wagner, of the Hamburg ministerium, stating that no one there could recall a candidate by the name of Daniel Schumacher. Additionally, there were complaints locally of Daniel’s cursing and drunkenness. The news of an abandoned wife in Canada had also surfaced. Slowly, Daniel’s web of lies and half truths began to unravel. 

The synod disassociated with him. He would never become an officially ordained minister, which left him particularly bitter and surly when it came to the folks of the Lutheran synod. He did, however, continue with what he perceived to be his true calling, preaching the gospel as an independent minister.

By this time, Schumacher had endeared himself to his congregations in what are now the counties of Berks, Lehigh, Northampton and Schuylkill in Pennsylvania. In each church where he officiated, he started registers to record the events, and kept his own register with notes of all the baptisms he performed, over 1500 in all. 

For some of these baptisms, he created special, hand decorated baptismal certificates called, Taufscheine. These decorated certificates were a form of the Pennsylvania German folk art, known as Fraktur. He also decorated some of his church registers in the same manner. Daniel’s Fraktur works still exist today and are highly prized pieces of art. He also was an accomplished writer and poet.

 
An Example of Daniel Schumacher's Work from "Publications of The Pennsylvania German Society, Vol.1"

He encouraged, when appropriate, his parishioners to build churches, which were often the center of community life in the back woods of Pennsylvania. He continued to serve them and travel to their homes and churches, even though the ongoing French and Indian War made such travel dangerous. And though at times he could be found in the center of congregational controversy, he remained a popular minister whose flock was very loyal. 

He would marry a local girl, Maria Elisabeth Steigerwalt who must have met Daniel’s standard for beauty, have seven children, and own a 100-acre farm in Lehigh County in Pennsylvania. He died there in May of 1787. 

Daniel was a man of many talents and many flaws. It’s hard to believe that a large number of people with Pennsylvania Dutch heritage owe knowledge of their own ancestral history to Daniel Schumacher’s registers and that a significant number of people are walking the earth today because Daniel couldn’t stand to look at an ugly wife. 

Written for 51st Edition of the Carnival of Genealogy – Independent Spirit 

Sources:
Publications of The Pennsylvania German Society, Vol.1, Allentown, Pennsylvania, The Pennsylvania German Society, 1968. Wertkin, Gerard C, editor and Lee Kogan, associate editor, Encyclopedia of American Folk Art, Routlege, New York, 2004. A History of Weisenberg Church, 1981.

Digital Images, Ancestry, www.ancestry.com, 2008.

© 1 July 2008, Desktop Genealogist Unplugged, Teresa L. Snyder 

Friday, June 27, 2008

A June Wedding

Last Friday, my husband and I had the privilege of attending the wedding of one of our favorite couples, my nephew Jeff and his new bride Lizzie. The mood for the evening was appropriately set by the simple ceremony performed amidst a summer garden, witnessed by close family and friends

I would show you a picture of the happy couple, but my nephew warned me that he would expect royalties for any likeness of him found on this blog site. Humph! 

One of my favorite moments, was my great nephew escorting his grandmother, my sister, down the garden path to her seat, and then skipping all the way back. The sight of a six year old skipping happily in a tux is just too precious to describe. I wasn’t quick enough to catch him mid skip with my camera – but below you get an idea. (Note: HE didn’t demand any royalties, thank goodness.)

 
While many brides and grooms request adults only for their reception, which of course is their right, Lizzie and Jeff did just the opposite. Because they both have young relatives who are very special to them, they centered their reception on these young guests. There was a scavenger hunt, a kid’s menu, and a DJ playing the “Hokey Pokey” to name just a few ways the reception catered to the younger crowd. And the kids all loved it! 

Watching my father twirl my mother around the dance floor, chatting with my own children and their special some ones, and seeing my three sibs and their families all under the same roof - well, you now know my definition of heaven. It was truly a special night. I want to thank Lizzie’s family for hosting such a wonderful event – everything was post card perfect.

And to Lizzie and Jeff, I wish you the usual blessings of happiness, health, and prosperity. I would also wish you a life filled with buckets of love, but judging from the way the two of you looked at each other, and the warm loving glow that flowed through the room last Friday night, I think you already have the love thing covered. Congratulations!

© 27  June 2008, Desktop Genealogist Unplugged, Teresa L. Snyder 


Friday, June 20, 2008

Yo Momma and Dirty Diaper Humor

Warning - those of you who have difficulty controlling your gag reflex will want to pass on this post. This post may also be offensive to those with good taste. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! 

Not that this has anything to do with genealogy, more like family relationships, but I’ve been lurking on a blog entitled, “Postcards from Yo Momma.” Seeing the name, I was a little concerned that one of my three darling children may have instigated the blog as I have been know to sign my emails to them, Yo Momma. Thank goodness, none of my offspring had anything to do with the inception of this website. It was the brainchild of Jessica Grose and Doree Shafrir, who call it a “repository of modern day maternal correspondence.” If you think all mothers send their children dainty little email missives, you would be dead wrong. 

Take, for example, the mother who after seeing her child’s school grades, wrote, “What’s wrong with you?” reminding her son that she had, “enough problems, without you adding to them.”

Or how about the mom, 60 years old, who was going to be pole dancing at a wedding shower. She goes on to admonish her child to, “Look for a flask because the booze sit (sec) for the wedding is NONE!”

Ah, yes, motherly love is a wonderful thing. You should know that some mother’s actually use CURSE words when writing to their children. It’s hard to believe that any child could create such passionate, angry vibes from their maternal parent, but apparently, this happens. Not that I have ever written anything close to swearing in an email to any of my brood, I’m too smart. I know that anything out there in the written world can come back to bite you – hard! The closest thing to an off color email I have sent to any of my offspring was a link to a blog post that talked about a large, um, excrement (read poop) problem. I sent this to my middle child for a variety of reasons.

1. When this particular child was a little guy still sleeping in a crib, he became bored waiting for me to come and get him up one morning. His solution to his boredom involved reaching into his diaper and smearing the contents (read poop) all over his face. By the time I came into his bedroom, all I could see clearly was his right eye. (Do I need to tell you he had pasted the left one shut with his, um, working medium?) Had he made the same mess on a blanket, stuffed animal or even his crib, there is no doubt in my mind, I would have simply thrown the soiled article out. But one cannot throw out a perfectly good child, now can one?

I won’t tell you exactly how I managed to clean him up. I’m not sure if the statute of limitations has run out on child endangerment even if it has been over three decades. Let’s just say that the boy never sought to alleviate his boredom in this manner again.

2. Maybe owing to his earlier experience, this particular child has always found fecal matter (read poop) humor to be amusing. I blame this on the fact that he apparently inherited the “warped humor” gene from both grandfathers. Not that either of these gentleman shared this particular brand of humor, but when you combine a WH (warped humor) gene from both the maternal and paternal lines, the result can be a little over the top. 

3. For years, I have been the one clucking solemn disapproval at this son’s predilection for excrement humor. I knew he would be shocked that I had sent him the link. Sometimes you just have shake up your adult child’s assumptions about you. 

I haven’t seen any excrement references on “Postcards from Yo Momma” but nothing is sacred. So if you are not too easily shocked, can handle the idea that a female parent might occasionally swear, and just want to be sure your child hasn’t sold you out for a brief moment of fame, you will want to check out this website. You should know, it can be addictive! 

Until Next Time!

© 20 June 2008, Desktop Genealogist Unplugged, Teresa L. Snyder 


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