Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Wordless Wednesday: Father And Daughter

Harold Murrell and Janice Murrell
My paternal grandfather and my aunt.

Unfortunately, I don't know where this was taken but I am guessing
from the size of my aunt the year was probably 1939.

Monday, October 28, 2013

The Book Of Me: Prompt 7 --Grandparents --Part Two

For details about The Book Of Me, Written By You project created by Julie Goucher, of the Anglers Rest blog, please refer to this link:

The prompt for week 7 is Grandparents

What were their names?
Where were they from?
Were they related? – Cousins perhaps
Where were they born, another Country or state/area
What did they do?
Did you know them?
What was your relationship with them?
If you didn't know them have you researched about them?

I decided to divide this prompt into two parts with part one covering my paternal grandparents. If you missed part one, here's the link:  The Book Of Me: Prompt 7 --Grandparents --Part One

Maternal Grandparents

My maternal grandparents were a Lemuel Richard Harrison and Mary Cole Bryant

I have always found it kind of funny that my maternal grandparents met when they came to New York, when both of them were born in cities within 35 miles of each other.

My grandfather Lemuel was born February 20, 1921 in New Bern, NC. He was one of 13 children born to John Thomas Harrison Sr. and Carrie Ethel Whitney Harrison. He was the fourth oldest of the children. His mother passed away after complications arose after the birth of her last child in August of 1939. This left her husband John to care for the children who remained at home while maintaining his job as a tailor at Hill's Tailoring Co in New Bern. My great grandfather John was a strict man who had a lot on his plate to handle. I sense that his children were urged to hurry up and grow up so they could move out on their own.

According to my mother, her father chauffeured people to New York from North Carolina when he was about 19 yrs old. This is how he made his way up north. Eventually, he went to live with his sister Sarah Katherine "Kitty" on Atlantic Ave in Brooklyn, NY. In 1941, at the age of 20 he married my grandmother Mary Cole Bryant who was 19 at the time.

Mary Cole Bryant was born July 22, 1922 in Morehead City, NC to Frank Linmore Bryant and Ophelia Jones Bryant.  She grew up alongside six siblings. Like my grandfather, Mary's mother died in 1939.  What a tremendous loss suffered by both my grandparents! I bet they found some comfort in each other since they each knew what that kind of sorrow felt like.

My grandparents --Lemuel Harrison and Mary Cole Bryant Harrison
Also pictured, my uncle and mother.

Lemuel and Mary wed in 1941 and they had two children, first my mother and then later my uncle. Their union didn't last however, and they divorced when my mom was a teenager. Both went on to remarry. My grandfather Lemuel married my step grandmother Vadnie Randolph Sutton and they had three children together --two boys and a girl. My grandmother Mary married Cecil Henry Horton from Morehead City. They apparently were childhood sweethearts who initially married other people, but reconnected at some point after my grandparents divorce.  No children were born out of my grandmother's marriage to Cecil and they eventually divorced at some point in the early 1970's I believe. I have no recollections of Cecil from my childhood. However, I did meet him briefly at my grandmother's funeral in 2001.

My bonus grandma Vadnie and grandpa Lemuel Harrison.
Calling her my step-grandma doesn't feel right. 

My grandmother's second husband --Cecil Henry Horton

My grandfather was a motorman for NY transit and my grandmother worked various jobs throughout the years. I believe she worked at a bank at some point. In her later years, she was a Family Daycare Coordinator for the Bedford Ave Daycare. I think that was somewhere in Brooklyn, NY.  When I was eight years old, I remember spending the day with my grandmother at the day care center. I sat in with one of the classes of preschoolers for part of the day and had a blast. Recess was my favorite part because there was a playground on the roof of the building which I thought was really cool! I stayed with that class up through snack time and then my grandmother came to claim me. Just before she came, I distinctly remember putting a rude little four year old girl in her place.  All of us kids were sitting at the snack table and I think this one little girl was trying to talk over me or tell me to shut up or something. That's when I announced defiantly to her and the rest of the class that "I was eight years old for your information!" Ha! That makes me laugh now. I guess I thought I was Ms. Big Stuff,  me and my big eight year old self.

In regards to grandparents, I have to say that my older brother and I were extremely lucky. They all lived within fifteen minutes of our house in Cambria Heights. Even better yet, check this out.

Courtesy of Google Maps here's a couple of views of my childhood world.

My grandfather Lemuel's house was 109-56 197th St and is the star located at the top right of this picture. Guess who's house is noted with the other star? The house of my paternal grandparents.  

This next image gives an even clearer understanding of how close everyone was to each other. 
Green:  Paternal grandparents home (110-11 195th Street, Queens, NY)
Pink: Maternal grandfather and my bonus grandmother's home (109-56 197th Street, Queens, NY)
Purple:  St Pascal's Baylon School, where I attended as a child. 
Red: My childhood home (115-42 223rd St Queens, NY).
Orange: My maternal grandmother's home (181-15 North Conduit Ave, Queens NY)

Needless to say, my brother and I saw all our grandparents quite often growing up.  My grandfather Lemuel loved his kids and grandchildren dearly. He was a sharp dresser. His smile would light up a room and he had the sweetest little laugh that I still remember til this day. It is the thing that takes me back to him. Although he's been gone nearly twenty-six years, if I just listen for the sound of his laugh in my head, an image of his happy face instantly comes to my mind.  He passed away sadly at the age of 66 on December 28, 1987 from cancer.

I have many fond memories of my grandmother Mary Horton (she kept the last name Horton after her divorce from Cecil.) My brother and I would spend the night over at her house sometimes. What a treat that was! I could stay up late and watch The Love Boat and Fantasy Island on TV. On some of these visits. she made a delicious shrimp dish over white rice for dinner. Yumm-O! Oooh I miss that dish. I haven't thought about it in a long time. I inherited my love of a comfortable house dress from Ms. Mary Horton. She would be beautifully dressed to go out to church or work but at home, the house dress was Queen! 

My grandma and me.
Mary Horton (July 22, 1922- August 7, 2001)

Oh and thank you grandma for this.

Thank you for displaying this portrait of your mother and you in your home. It sparked the flame of this ancestry journey that I am on. Thank you dear great grandma Ophelia for having those knowing eyes, that stared down at me when I was a little girl.

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Wordless Wednesday: A Grandmother's Pride And Joy

 Pictures of my paternal grandmother Ethel Murrell and my brother.  

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

The Book Of Me: Prompt 7 --Grandparents -- Part One

For details about The Book Of Me, Written By You project created by Julie Goucher, of the Anglers Rest blog, please refer to this link:  

The prompt for week 7 is Grandparents

What were their names?
Where were they from?
Were they related? – Cousins perhaps
Where were they born, another Country or state/area
What did they do?
Did you know them?
What was your relationship with them?
If you didn't know them have you researched about them?

Paternal Grandparents: 

My paternal grandparents were Harold Osmond Murrell and Ethel Smith Murrell.

Granddaddy was born on August 16, 1903 in St Philip Parish, Barbados in an area of the island called Marley Vale.  His parents were a George Murrell and Frederica Augusta Innis/Ennis.

Image courtesy of Google Maps
View of the Caribbean 

Image courtesy of Google Maps
Marley Vale, Barbados is located on the east coast of the island.

Harold was one of four children born to his parents, George and Frederica. His siblings names were Rupert, Edna and Lillian.  I believe Rupert was the oldest and cared for his two younger sisters who never married.  My grandfather left the island when he was in his early twenties in search of work. He spent a year in Venezuela, building oil derricks before he came to the U.S. You can read more about my grandfather in these posts:

My Paternal Grandfather, Harold Murrell --Part one

Travel Tuesday: My Grandfather, Harold Murrell --Part two

My Grandpa, Harold Murrell --Part three

Ethel Smith was born on January 6, 1911 in Wilmington, NC. According to her birth certificate, Ethel's father was a man by the name of John Edward Smith who's occupation was a carpenter. That is pretty much all I know about my great grandfather unfortunately. My grandmother's mother was an Ella Carr. Or was it Ella Hayes? Perhaps it was Ella Dixon? Confused yet? Well, you can learn more about her in The Mystery Surrounding My Great Grandmother Ella.  

My grandfather arrived in New York on September 29, 1927. He met my grandmother while they were both working at the Morgan Laundry in Harlem. They were married in 1932 at Abyssinian Baptist Church in Harlem, New York by Adam Clayton Powell Sr.

The Book Of Me:  Prompt 7 --Grandparents --Part One  Harold Murrell and Ethel Murrell, my paternal grandparents.
Harold and Ethel Murrell

My grandparents were both retired by the time I came along. I believe my grandmother Ethel worked for a company that made yogurt cups for Dannon. Grandpa was with NY transit. When I was little, they were simply Mom Mom and Grandaddy to me. 

I had a wonderful relationship with my grandparents because I truly got to know them. They babysat my brother and I when we attended Catholic school in St. Albans, New York. My grandfather would pick us up after school in his red Chevy Nova and bring us back to the house. I would often draw pictures or color at the kitchen table. I went on walks with my grandfather and his German Shepherd, "Shane." He was a quiet man with a gentle spirit. Many times we wouldn't even talk when we were on these walks together. I would just take in the quiet and be present with my surroundings. Those quiet moments with Granddaddy, I will always remember. Mom Mom would make us a snack and then my brother and I would watch cartoons or play outside until my mom finished working for the day and came to get us.

The one thing that sticks out in my memory the most about my grandmother is how much she enjoyed watching people eat her cooking. It was her way of doling out love to those who were closest to her. She enjoyed gardening and had beautiful flowers featured in beds all around the yard.  The largest bed was along the driveway of the house. There were all sorts of roses, gladiolas, irises and so many other types that I didn't know the names of. She would cut some and make an arrangement so I could share with my teacher the next day.

Seeing them daily, allowed for the development of a close relationship.  I will be eternally grateful for the time we shared together.

My recollections about my maternal grandparents I will feature in part two. 

© 2014, copyright Andrea Kelleher. All rights reserved.

Friday, October 18, 2013

Thursday, October 17, 2013

The Book Of Me: Prompt 6 --Journals and Diaries

Image courtesy of Nuttapong/

For details about The Book Of Me, Written By You project created by Julie Goucher, of the Anglers Rest blog, please refer to this link

Prompt 6: Journals and Diaries

Do you keep a journal or diary?
How far back do they go? What do you record?
Where do you keep them?
Do you always buy the same one or vary them?
Have you inherited any?
Do you intend to pass along your journals or destroy them?
Pictures - Do you have a favourite?
What do you use to write with – biro, pencil, ink or fountain pen?

Do you keep a journal or diary?

I wish I could say I had this magical collection of beautiful journals stored in a closet or bookcase or something.  The truth is I don't. I am one of those people who has had all good intentions of starting a journal and maintaining one and once I get past a week or two of having one, I usually give up. Ain't that terrible? Oh well. Right now I kind of look at my blog as being my on-line journal of my family history finds as well as a bit of the goings on in my own little family.

Have you inherited any?


Do you intend to pass along your journals or destroy them?

If I had a paper journal, I could never see the purpose in destroying something so precious. Hopefully what I have shared via cyberspace will continue go on into the future and my descendants will have the ability to view the information.  I save and backup on my computer my blog posts as well as make print outs of what I write. I am looking forward to the day when my kids will want to sit down and read a bit of what I have written. The thought of that makes me smile. I already told my oldest to not throw out any of my history books or information. Those are for him to keep or if he doesn't want them, his sister is to have them.  If neither of them want any of it, then they are to donate my books to a library.

Pictures-- Do you have a favorite?

This is my favorite picture in my family history collection. It's the one that lit a fire in me to find out more about my family. The portrait hung on the wall of my maternal grandmother's bedroom. 

Ophelia Jones Bryant
My maternal great grandmother

What do you use to write with – biro, pencil, ink or fountain pen?


Making A Time and Space For The Words To Come

Image courtesy of  Stuart Miles/

Okay, this is something that crept into my head while I was making my kids lunches the other day.

Make a time and space for the words to come.
Don't want the words scampering
 towards me like scared little children.
They need an environment of calm.
A sanctuary of peace.
A space that is trusted.
And time devoted solely to them.

I haven't been doing this lately. I've been trying to squeeze in a moment here, a second there. I haven't felt good about it either. I have to schedule writing time in from this point forward. No more excuses! 

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Happy Birthday To My Little Princess :)

Six years ago today, this happened.

Me about to burst :)

These folks were there. 

My sister-in-law, JoAnn, and my husband.

Then they took me to a room like this.

Image courtesy of digidreamgrafix /

And then I met this sweet little lady.

My little princess.

We celebrated with family this past Sunday. Happy Birthday Ladybug!

Monday, October 14, 2013

Military Monday: Henry C Jones World War I and II Draft Registration Cards

World War I and II Draft Registration Cards I have found to be extremely helpful when trying to locate male ancestors who moved and settled away from their birthplace. Henry C Jones, my 1st cousin 3x removed, was a prime example of this. He was another child of William Henry Jones and Emma Shepard Jones of Morehead City, NC. William Henry Jones and my 2nd great grandfather, Alexander Hamilton Jones, were brothers. 

In this particular case, the last census I could find Henry listed living in Morehead City, NC was for the year 1910. Here he is at 18 years of age shown living with his parents and several of his brothers and sisters.

Image courtesy of  Source Information: 1910 United States Federal Census [database on-line]. Provo, UT, USA: Operations Inc, 2006.

When I first started researching my Jones line, I was quick to go searching those individuals that stayed close to home. Why? Because it was easy. It was known. I knew the resources to go to to find out more on those folks. Henry C Jones was one of those who seemed to have disappeared. Could he have moved, but where to? Then one day, and don't ask me what day that was because my memory these days is not as good as it used to be. (Smile) Well one day, I figured out that sometimes less can lead to more. Specifically, I entered his name and birthplace only into the search fields on and Boom! I learned he had moved to Pennsylvania.

Image courtesy of Information: U.S., World War I Draft Registration Cards, 1917-1918 [database on-line]. Provo, UT, USA: Operations Inc, 2005.

Images courtesy of Source Information: U.S., World War I Draft Registration Cards, 1917-1918 [database on-line]. Provo, UT, USA: Operations Inc, 2005.

Image courtesy of Source Information: U.S., World War II Draft Registration Cards, 1942 [database on-line]. Provo, UT, USA: Operations, Inc., 2010.

Image courtesy of Source Information: U.S., World War II Draft Registration Cards, 1942 [database on-line]. Provo, UT, USA: Operations, Inc., 2010.

In an upcoming post I will share a little more about Henry C. Jones but for now I am going to take a break because tomorrow is a special day and I have another post to put out about that. 

So until then...

P.S. Okay it is now officially tomorrow as I see the time is 12:20am. So I do realize it is Tuesday, but here's Military Monday... so there! 

Saturday, October 12, 2013

The Book Of Me: Prompt 5 --Your Childhood Home --Part two

For details about The Book Of Me, Written By You project created by Julie Goucher, of the Anglers Rest blog, please refer to this link

The prompt for week 5 is Your Childhood Home

When did you leave home?
Where was it?
Where did you move to?
Was it rented or owned? –  with parents/Grandparents
Was it inherited
What was it like – describe it – each room.
Were there a favourite room?
Is there anything you particularly remember from the house?
The road & area

I decided to break this prompt up into two parts because in a way it is how I view my childhood. First, there were the years my family and I lived in Cambria Heights which I wrote about in The Book Of Me: Prompt 5 --Your Childhood Home --Part one.  Today's post is about my childhood home in Lake Ronkonkoma, NY.

House in Lake Ronkonkoma
Spring 1983

Side of house leading to the back yard.

A view of the backyard.

The neighborhood started to change in Cambria Heights towards the late 70's. Bars on windows became the norm and my parents pretty much said "See ya." So in September 1982 my family and I made the move to 8 Ethan Lane, Lake Ronkonkoma, NY.  My parents were very proud of their purchase. I remember when we moved I couldn't get over how large the house felt. It was just so much larger than our house in Cambria Heights. The other thing that took some getting used to was the sound of crickets at night! They seemed so loud those first few nights after the move but we eventually became used to these new sounds of nature.

I gained some things and lost some things once we moved to Long Island. All of the sudden, I had personal freedom. I could play outside and ride my bike where I wanted to. No more just sticking to the block I was living on. I could now ride blocks and blocks away from home. If I wanted to visit the 7 Eleven, the A&P, or the Deli across the street, guess what? I could go there. This was a new world to me. I was a latchkey kid, so I learned how to take care of myself after school. My mother cooked on Sunday the meals for the week and stored them in the fridge, so all I had to do was reheat them and Bam! --I had dinner. I would have free time, then time for chores, dinner, and then homework. By then, Mom would arrive home first usually by 5:45 pm and then dad at 6:30 pm. Both my parents worked in the city. My mother was a social worker out of an office in Jamaica, Queens and my father worked for the federal government in the General Services Administration (GSA) at an office in Manhattan.

Unfortunately, the move meant seeing my extended family less often. The house on Ethan Lane was about an hour away from where my grandparents and other relatives lived in Queens. Instead of seeing my paternal grandparents every day after school, it became more like once a week. We still saw family but it gradually became just on holidays or birthdays.  That sense of family or connectivity just wasn't there like it used to be and I missed that. I still miss that. This is probably why I have been so drawn to genealogy.  It has given me back some of that sense of connection that was lost so long ago.

Overall, my years on Ethan Lane were happy ones. My favorite room in the house I would have to say was my room. I finally had that large bedroom I had always dreamed of ! :)

One of the traditions we had was to take photographs outside the front door of the house on special occasions. 

My brother's graduation day from high school.

My prom June 1990.

Once I graduated from high school, I went away to college at Binghamton University or as it was called in my day, SUNY Binghamton. I came home for Summer break my first year. After that I made sure I found work on campus or in the Binghamton area during the Summer. I was too used to having my freedom. From that point on, I was pretty much out of the house.

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

The Book Of Me: Prompt 5 --Your Childhood Home --Part one

For details about The Book Of Me, Written By You project created by Julie Goucher, of the Anglers Rest blog, please refer to this link

The prompt for week 5 is Your Childhood Home

When did you leave home?
Where was it?
Where did you move to?
Was it rented or owned? –  with parents/Grandparents
Was it inherited
What was it like – describe it – each room.
Were there a favourite room?
Is there anything you particularly remember from the house?
The road & area

I had three different childhood homes out of which only two I remember. I was only a year old when my family moved from my first childhood home. Our family rented an apartment at 133-24 Dennis St, Jamaica, NY. Here's a picture of my mom pregnant with me standing next to my older brother in front of the house.

Here's a present day view of the place.

Image courtesy of Google Maps.

The owners, the Scruggs, lived on the first floor of this home. They were a lovely brother/sister pair who became like family to us. Even after we moved away we kept in contact, stopping by to visit for holidays and birthdays. Ms. Scruggs was a real dear. She always had toys in the home for my brother and I to play with when we came by. I think she babysat other children, so that's why there were so many toys there. Anyway, she just had the sweetest disposition about her, always patient and doting. Mr. Scruggs we didn't interact with much because he had emphysema that became progressively worse through the years.  My brother probably has more memories of them so I am going to make a mental note to have a chat with him real soon about what he recalls about our Dennis St years.

After living at the Dennis St apartment, my parents purchased their first home at 115-42 223rd St Cambria Heights, NY. This is the home where I have some of my fondest childhood memories. Grandparents, aunts, and uncles all seemed to live within a 15 minute drive from our house, so we saw family constantly.

Image courtesy of Google Maps.

It's a little shocking seeing the house now without the huge maple tree that used to sit out front. The roots had become so large that the side walk had started to buckle up around the tree.  It looks like the sidewalks were redone at some point and I suspect that is when that maple tree met it's demise. Over the years, I think my parents renovated almost every surface in that house. They updated the electrical, finished the basement, and put in a half bath down there as well. The first floor had a little hall closet and a small entryway before you entered the living room. I have especially fond memories of the magic of seeing mail slip in through the mail slot in the front door. We had that 1970's orange marble carpet all along the first floor and up the stair case to the second floor.

Christmas 1981
View of in the living room at house in Cambria Heights.

Who's that lady?  :)

OMG I am looking at this picture and I think this was the year I got a Barbie perfume maker and the Little's Doll house for Christmas! This was a good year indeed. Oh my poor family, I went around the next year smelling like Glade air freshener.  Love you family. The things you have put up with through the years. Thanks for understanding LOL!

On the first floor the layout was pretty simple. The living room led into the dining room, which led into the kitchen. In the kitchen there was a side door that led outside.  Initially, outside that door there a wood staircase that was painted an awful brown color. It became quite rickety so my parents redid those stairs too and had a brick stoop put in instead. Then there was the door that led to the basement, which was my dad's man cave.

The kitchen my parents fixed up too. There was a yellow floral wall paper that I believe my mother hung up. If I remember correctly there was a section of striped wall paper too. I think my brother wanted stripes and I liked the floral so my mom used both. Don't quote me on this though. My memory feels a little foggy on this topic. The one thing I do remember very well about this kitchen is this was the place my mother would wash my hair. She would clear off the counter next to the sink and I would lay down on top there as she would wash my hair. I would lay there with my eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of getting my head scrubbed. That was Sunday's activity. Getting my hair done. 

The second floor included a bathroom and three bedrooms out of which two were a decent size. Being the youngest of the family meant I of course had the smallest room. At least it was my own space and for that I am grateful. My room I would say was my favorite space in this house.

The backyard was small but it was a backyard. Originally there was an apple tree that sat in the middle of the yard, making most of the space unusable. My parents had that taken down and put a cement patio out by the garage.  I wasn't a fan of our backyard. To me it always felt kind of buggy and just not a welcoming place to hang out.  Ha! I just had a flashback to something funny. I remember one year, we were having a cookout in the back yard and we had family over. My father was in charge of the grill and had warned me several times not ride my tricycle too close to the grill. So what did I up and do. I rode too close to the grill and got a small burn on my elbow. I cried of course. That's when my aunt Eloise said the funniest thing. She was one of my maternal grandmother's sisters who was known for her extreme honesty we'll say. She turned to me and said "Stop crying! You still have another one." I stopped crying immediately and looked at her in shock. Now I would dare not ever say this to her but in my mind at that moment, I said "Damn! A kid gets no sympathy in this family. Alrighty then, let's carry on."

We lived at this home until September of 1982. Then we moved to Lake Ronkonkoma, Long Island.  I am going to talk about that house in my next post.

Saturday, October 5, 2013

Another Goody I Found While At The FamilySearch Center: The Marriage License For Genevieve Goodrich and Leroy Betz

Image courtesy of Microsoft Office Images.

So a couple of weeks ago I finally took a trip to my local Family History Center to look at images of records that I couldn't view at home on my laptop. I wrote about this on my post A Trip To The Local FamilySearch Center Yields More Information About Morrison Goodrich. Silly me for taking so long to finally do this. Anyway, while there I printed up a couple of copies of things, one of them being this, the marriage license for Genevieve Goodrich and Leroy Betz. My tie into the Goodrich family is through my 1st cousin 3x removed Dr. Oscar Dunn Jones. Dr. Jones was married to a Ula Goodrich who was Genevieve's younger sister.

First, here's a little background on Genevieve Goodrich. She was the third oldest out of the five children born to Henry Goodrich and Alice Stevenson Homan. I found what I believe to be her date of birth in the District of Columbia, Births and Christenings, 1830-1955, index on FamilySearchorg.  It is listed as December 21, 1879.

Image courtesy of  "District of Columbia, Births and Christenings, 1830-1955," index, FamilySearch ( : accessed 05 Oct 2013), Goodrich, 21 Dec 1879.

The date of birth here seems to be corroborated by the 1880 census for the family. The household was enumerated on June 3, 1880 and it shows Genevieve's age being 5 months.

Source Information: and The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. 1880 United States Federal Census [database on-line]. Provo, UT, USA: Operations Inc, 2010. 

Here she is again shown living with her mother and siblings in 1900. 

Source Information: 1900 United States Federal Census [database on-line].
 Provo, UT, USA: Operations Inc, 2004.

Genevieve Goodrich and Leroy Betz were married on February 10, 1904 in the District of Columbia. It is noted that the marriage was "soleminized" by a Rev. Frank X. Brischoff  and took place at the home the Goodrich family had been renting at 1235 T St NW.

"District of Columbia Marriages, 1811-1950," index and images, FamilySearch ( : accessed 03 Oct 2013), Leroy Betz and Genevieve Goodrich, 1904.

Here's a look at 1235 T St NW courtesy of Google Images.

Image courtesy of Google Images

Image courtesy of Google Images

This is a street level view of where 1235 T St NW would have been. Looks like an apartment building was built here some time ago. It's more than likely that 1235 would have looked like one of the row houses just to the right of the apartment building.

Image courtesy of Google Images
Street level view of 1233 T St NW.

It appears that Genevieve and Leroy Betz inherited the home of Alice Goodrich (Genevieve's mother) after Alice's death in 1918. 
Leroy and Genevieve were still living in the home at 914 T St NW up through 1940 along with their children.

Here's the Betz household in 1930. Note that Morrison Goodrich, Genevieve's brother is shown living in the home as well as a couple of other lodgers. One of those lodgers, Harriet Stevenson, was listed on the 1920 census as being Genevieve's aunt. I would bet that Albert Goodrich is an uncle or some other relative. I still have some more digging to do here. 

Source Information: 1930 United States Federal Census [database on-line].
 Provo, UT, USA: Operations Inc, 2002.

So to my cousin Jane, be on the look out for any cousins by the last name of Betz or Goodrich from D.C. :)  

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Not So Wordless Wednesday: What's Been Going On With Me Lately

I've been taking a break from researching my Goodrich family branch the last two days to review a copy of a cemetery census that I obtained a few years ago. The census is for Mt. Olive Church Cemetery in Riverdale, NC. Riverdale, NC holds a special place in my heart because I know this where some of "my people" came from. My 3x great grandfather Mortimer Mitchell purchased property in this area in 1878. That same property remained in the family until it was sold in 1998. For more information about that property, check out my post Mappy Monday: Now I Know Where To Go.  Well anyway, I felt the itch to check out this census again and I am glad I did.

Now I have a better sense of who the people were who lived near my ancestors. These were neighbors and fellow church members. They were there to help my ancestors in their time of need. They laughed with them and they cried with them. The names on this list just mean more now. Knowing their stories will help me further flesh out the lives of my ancestors.

I've been able to figure out where a few more of the names fit in on my family tree. I hope perhaps a descendant or two might find me and have a treasure trove of information regarding the Riverdale Community. Wouldn't that be nice :)?  

I've also been trying to balance my time better by spending more time with the living, specifically my family. Kids are only young once. I want make sure I am a "present" when I am in their company. It's too easy to let distractions take you away. When I lose my focus, I remind myself to be still and just listen. Be there. Look at them. Love them. Just drink them all in.  I am aware of the blessing that it is that they are ever thirsty for my attention and the attention of their Papa.  

We spent some time at one of my favorite places on Sunday. I attended Binghamton University in the early 90's and loved hanging out in the nature preserve there. It's just one of those special quiet places where I can quickly get my thoughts in order and just chill.
I am happy that my kids love it there too.

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