Showing posts with label genealogy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label genealogy. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 15, 2023

WOMEN'S HISTORY: Momma Was a 50's Girl!

 Momma Was a Fifties Girl: Emma Faye Laney

 You know those 1950s girls, those bobby sock-wearing, sweaters, saddle shoes, and peanuts in their Coca-Cola, who thought “fun” was their middle name? Those girls of the fifties who wore their hair snipped in bobs or a swinging ponytail made a fashion statement for sure! My mother was one of those girls.

 


Emma Faye Laney, born on the family farm near Laney Ridge Road in Barry County, Missouri, was the third daughter of Charley and Belvia (Ross) Laney.  Charley worked for the Works Progress Administration on road projects. He was killed in August 1947 when a hay truck hit the car he rode in. Mom was nine years old.

 Belvia remarried in September 1949. The children were dispersed to adoptive homes. But Mom went to live with her aunt. In 1951, she became the foster daughter of Dr. and Mrs. James Holmes and their daughter, Sandra. Sandra was overcome with happiness to have a sister! Mom and Sandra were best friends, continuing their friendship into adulthood. The Holmes family was beloved in their community. Mom was proud to be part of their family.  

 

School days consisted of Mom’s favorite studies: Home Economics and Art Class. She was a High School cheerleader. She normally kept her hair cut in a wavy bob. She and her friends were the typical teenagers who loved the radio, parties, dreaded homework, and lipstick and nail polish. One thing is for sure, my mother rocked her lipstick. And her life was good again! I have many photographs of her and her friends in their zany, wild, wonderful teenage days.



 During each Halloween, the local businesses participated in storefront window painting. The high school kids worked in groups to paint the windows. Prizes were awarded to the best-dressed windows.  Mom and her group of painters won multiple times each year. Halloween celebrations included a street dance, a carnival, games, and food galore.

 At the 1953 Halloween Street dance, Mom met Ronnie Utter, and sparks flew. It was love at first sight. They married in December at a local church. They made their home in the neighboring town, where his folks lived. I was the first-born child and the only girl. They had three more children, all boys.

 


An unfortunate event occurred in 1960. Dad asked for a divorce. Like a slap in the face, his request hit Mom hard, and she fought it. But to her remorse, several months later the divorce was granted. He worked on the Northern States pipeline and road district projects, and he stayed up north.

 

Mom remained at home living with Dad’s grandmother. Mom was a twenty-four-year-old divorced woman with four young children. In the 1960s, people frowned on women in that category. Life was surely hard during that time.

 One day, Grandma needed a screw for a piece of furniture she was working on. She sent Mom to the Hayden Garage to get the needed screw. She met the local mechanic, Frank Bartkoski, and he helped her find what she needed. They began dating. Soon, they joked that Grandma sent Mom to get a screw and she got one! (True story!) Mom married Frank in 1961 and moved back to her hometown. A few years later, they had one son.

Mom was the model housewife of the 1960s. She kept a tidy house, and she cooked scrumptious meals. She helped at the elementary school with the other mothers. She sewed Barbie doll clothes and sold them to her friends for their daughters. During the school programs and events, she sewed costumes and worked doing whatever was needed.  In later years she worked as an Avon lady and stored the products in a pink hardshell case. We loved opening that little case. The array of Avon cosmetics was tucked neatly inside, their colors and fragrances tempting like candy.  

 All through the years, Mom stayed in touch with her family, especially her brothers and sisters. Through the years she organized reunions and get-togethers. They were always welcome at our house and we visited them often in their homes. We grew up with our cousins and memories were definitely made!

 During summers, my brothers played little league baseball. We attended all the games. Each Sunday we were in church. I was a Girl Scout, and the boys were Boy Scouts.

 Gardening was a special talent for Mom. The acre garden we tended was alive with all varieties of vegetables. A long row of glorious Zinnias and Marigolds divided the garden. She told us the flowers kept the bugs away from the veggies.

 The bounty of the vegetable garden was stored in glass Ball canning jars. Each summer the kitchen was a hot mess with Mom and her canning adventures. One year she had so many Rutgers tomatoes that she decided to learn how to make homemade ketchup. The ketchup was delicious, but she never made it again as it took bunches of tomatoes, and processing those tomatoes was a huge and exhaustive chore.

Mom loved making blackberry and strawberry jam and jelly.

 I was her sidekick. Where she was, I was. Whatever she attempted, I was beside her learning. She taught me all the secrets to keeping a house clean, washing laundry, hanging laundry on the clotheslines, making beds, ironing (sprinkling the clothes and rolling them tight), and cooking.

 Mom and Frank divorced in 1971. She found a good job working as a supervisor at a poultry plant. She was loved by her line workers, and she stood beside them doing as much work as they did. She bought her first home and embraced life.

 Unfortunately, Mom suffered debilitating strokes. She worked through the illness, retired, and adapted to the new way of life. The last stroke ended her freedom of living alone. The doctors insisted that she be monitored day and night. She lived in the nursing home until her death in 2013. 

 

Through the happiness and hardships of life, Emma Faye Laney never gave up. She stood for what she believed in and taught her children how to live right. I am my mother’s daughter. She made me strong and industrious, learning to survive in the world. I celebrate my mother this month during Women’s History Month.

I miss you, Momma! I wish we could see each other one more time, and spend the day together, and I'd ask a million questions. I love you and I'll see you again one of these days in the Gloryland! 

Momma truly was a fun-loving Fifties girl!

 

 

Thursday, October 12, 2023

HISTORICAL TOPICS: Missouri Mules

 

 MISSOURI MULES! 

The good old Missouri Mule! I ran across photos of one of my distant cousins, Sam Utter, and his mule. Sam was born and raised in McDonald County Missouri and he and his family were farmers all their life. Sam raised and sold vegetables from the garden, fruit from the orchards, cattle, hogs, and hay. And mules. His farmland is still in the family today along with his son’s house just west where their property adjoins. 


Sam’s granddaughter, Shirley Utter Grout, lives in Kansas City and she and I have visited many times when she enjoyed summer visits to stay at the farm.

Sam loved and raised mules. He was well known from miles away for his breeding strong stock. 

Here’s a photo of Sam and one of his dearest mules, known as “Jack” 

Mules are known for their hardy stature, and they were used by the military as pack animals in combat. In the 1980s mules were used to carry weapons and supplies through Afghanistan’s rugged hills to Afghan mujahedeen camps. 

At the 1904 World’s Fair in St. Louis the prestigious term “Missouri Mules” was created when locally bred animals took the competition in the six-mule team wagon team. They quickly became popular with the history of the state. Missouri was a rural community known as the “Gateway to the West.” People traveling the westward trails often used mules to pull their covered wagons. 

Over the years Missouri mule breeders developed large draft animals that were sought after. Farmers needed sturdy, industrious mules to help them farm the land. When tractors replaced the working mules in the 1940s, now today mules aren’t used nearly as much as they once were. 

Governor Mel Carnahan signed the bill that designated the Missouri Mule as the official state animal. Today mules are distinguished between saddle and draft mules and are best known by their mother. 

While I researched mules, I ran across the information about SPANA, which stands for the Society for the Protection of Animals Abroad and was established in 1923. Katie Hosali and her daughter, Nina, were touring North Africa and area communities. They saw mules, camels, and donkeys being used as pack animals, but they were not being taken care of. The animals were suffering. They stayed and educated the villagers on caring for pack animals and giving veterinary services to the animals. Read more about SPANA: 

SPANA | The Charity For The Working Animals Of The World

Missouri State Animal | Missouri Mule (statesymbolsusa.org)

Rural Heritage magazine promotes living off the land and their ad says: “Borrowing from yesterday to do the work of today. Offering resources to promote self-sufficiency and back-to-land living.” Here’s a picture of the bi-monthly magazine on their website. 

A bit more about Sam Utter and his family. His son, Claude Utter, lived and worked on his farm, too. In 1925, he bought a new Model T Ford. On one of our visits to Shirley, Claude’s daughter, my brother Bill and I saw the car. It was covered and stored in the garage. Shirley had sold it and the man hadn’t come to pick it up yet. It was beautiful and in excellent condition! We oohed and awed over it! We didn’t think to take pictures of it. 

While tinkering around on the farm, Claude built a “machine” from spare parts he had on the farm. It came to be known as the “Longview Roadster.” The photo of it is now enlarged and hanging in the McDonald County Courthouse Museum in remembrance. I encourage you to further read about mules. Very interesting information, indeed! 








 







 





















 






Sunday, October 1, 2023

FAMILY HISTORY: October is Family History Month

 


Autumn is here and October is Family History Month! Today you no longer have to drive across the country scouring courthouses and other institutions to dig through musty old records. The internet is alive with genealogy websites to help you find your family roots.

 Historical and genealogy societies, museums, and libraries offer structured help for genealogists searching for their family stories. Visit your local societies as they may offer county history books for sale that may help you find where your people lived. Libraries and bookstores offer great genealogy books and magazines to help you.

 All you need to do is jump into the big genealogy pool to get started. It’s easy to set up your family tree with genealogy software or popular websites dedicated to the subject. And search for people to help you get started researching or if you have met a brick wall in your research, find someone who may be able to guide you to helpful information.

 So much is going on with school back in session with fall sports, autumn activities and festivals, and the ushering-in of the holidays. Fall is the perfect time to grab your camera and get those pictures of your family living life. Take advantage of walking and go to fall festivals and snap beautiful photos of autumn fruit, veggies and decorations. Many festivals offer historical programs that provide scenarios for pioneer days and Civil War era reenactments. Enjoy the sights, sounds, smells, and people dressed in period costumes in a beautiful fall setting.   

Get outdoors and snap colorful photos of your family that will be treasured for years. Remember to label your snapshots with complete information that identifies who, what, when and where and sometimes how and why.

 With the blazing colors of autumn right around the corner, remember those harvest gatherings, elementary school parties, hayrides, the cute scarecrows, fall garden splendor, and pumpkin patch outings. October is a good month to start researching your family history or continue with what you’ve already accomplished. What a fun time to be outdoors. Capture your family history this fall. Happy October!

           


Thursday, July 6, 2023

FAMILY HISTORY: Summertime Photography



 Happy July! A wonderful month of family vacations, travels to distant lands (even if it’s within the nation), celebrating the 4th, picnics, fishing, boating, and swimming, family reunions, gardening, and those farmers' markets, and all the warm weather activities we enjoy! 

This blog is my new writing home now. I don't have the website anymore. I grew up in a small town in the Missouri Ozarks. Where flags fly, farmer's markets cater to customers, baseball and barbecues rule the summer, music flows freely from gazebos on the lawn, and holiday traditions draw the community together on the courthouse square. 

This month let’s visit the art of photography. Photography and the camera is one of my favorite inventions. It lands up there with electricity for sure! Photographs give us details of what our ancestors looked like, how they dressed, where they lived, how they traveled, and so much more! That documentation of detailed information puts the leaves on the branches of our family history tree. of what our ancestors looked like, how they lived, and where they lived.

  My family knows how much I love and value photographs. I keep my camera close and snap, snap, snap pictures of them and what they are doing. Cell phone cameras are easy to keep and capture those moments we long to remember. And the quality of phone cameras isn’t too shabby!

 I’m thankful that all of my family lines enjoyed taking pictures. In every line, I have multiple photographs. So, as you travel, play on vacation, and go to family reunions, keep your camera/phone close and snap away. You’ll be glad you did! Cameras truly capture the days of our lives. 

Lucy Phillips had a passion for working on her family history. One fall day she posted online to genealogy message boards about the family reunion that was scheduled for the following summer.  

AN UNUSUAL CHRISTMAS GIFT 

 A few months later, just after Thanksgiving, Lucy received an email from Kathryn Davis who lived a couple of hours away. Kathryn found Lucy’s post about the family reunion, and she possessed something that she knew Lucy would want. It was a good-sized box packed with family photographs. Lucy’s family photographs.

 As Lucy and Kathryn corresponded the story unfolded about why Kathryn had the box of pictures. Years ago, Kathryn’s father, George, had worked in the southern states and he was friends with coworkers. One friend, James Phillips, kept letters and pictures he received from his family, in a heavy black box with a lid.

 As time went by, James got sick and died. George was the new owner of the black box. George gave up after trying in vain to find someone to claim the pictures. And before he passed away, he gave the box to Kathryn, telling her the story. Not knowing what to do with a box of old photos of people she didn’t know, Kathryn put the box in a closet. 

 Years went by and she never thought of the photos again. Until…

 While cleaning one day, Kathryn found the box shoved to the back of the top shelf in the closet and her curiosity took over. She lifted the lid once again and placed the old pictures on a table so she could inspect them better. On the backs of most of the photos were names, dates, and places. 

Kathryn didn’t want to keep the photographs, but she didn’t want to throw them away. She decided to try the message boards on genealogy websites in hopes of discovering a family who could claim them. Her efforts paid off when she found Lucy’s posting.

One chilly Sunday afternoon, a couple of weeks before Christmas, Lucy and her husband drove to northern Missouri. The ladies and their families sat together at a table at a local pizza parlor eating lunch. One by one, they went through the photos.

 Kathryn was ecstatic to deliver the box into the family's hands. Lucy was about to faint with excitement. To her, the picture box was a prize worth so much more than money. Lucy’s husband paid for Kathryn and her family’s lunch, and they said goodbye.  

 On the drive home, Lucy opened the box, and her squeals of excitement brought a smile to her husband’s face. As he drove, she chattered on and on about who the people were and the story behind them.  

 Once home, Lucy spread the contents on the dining table. The old black box contained an array of vintage photos. Numerous cabinet cards of assorted sizes, some giving the photographer’s studio imprint, some with gilt decorative borders, and photo postcards of babies, young children, couples, and families told a story. Lucy was especially happy when she found three large pictures of one-room county schoolhouses with the teacher and children standing in front. Among the collection were tiny postage-stamp-size photos called gem-type photos. One of the prized possessions was a large eight-by-ten tintype, dated in the mid-1800s. The lady’s face echoed much heartbreak, yet ladylike behavior expected from the era.

 The historical value of the photographer’s studio imprints on many of the photos were valuable. The old cabinet cards noted they were taken at Cassville, Missouri at the Paris Art Studio, the Sander’s Studio, and the A.J.T. Joslin Studio. Studios in Monett were the Will F. Sims Art Studio in the Opera House Block and the Daugherty Studio. Several photos were taken in Joplin, Missouri at the Ayres Photo Company, located in the Grover Building and a few others were taken in photography studios in Oklahoma and Texas. 

 Lucy carefully placed the treasured photos in a safe place so she could later sort them and make notes about each one and preserve them in a controlled environment. Lucy was blessed because the box of memories was found.  

 It was Lucy’s Christmas present.  PS This is a true story, but the names are changed.

Travelling Photographers and Studios 

Today’s pictures are bland and boring compared to the ones taken from antique and vintage cameras in the early days of photography and especially those taken by traveling photographers and those taken in galleries and studios. Over the years I’m delighted that I’ve found many of my family’s antique and vintage photographs.

 As I collected family photographs with the photographer and gallery imprints, I did as much research on them as possible. This information gave me information about where the people lived and traveled, what they wore, and a sense of the era in which the pictures were taken.

 The imprint of the studio’s information will be found somewhere on the photographs. They are beautiful photos of families, portraits, children, and people with their beloved pets.

 Here’s a bit of history pertaining to the topic.

 In the last half of the nineteenth century, the development and increasing recognition of the art of photography rose to popular demand. As the techniques of photography became less cumbersome, transporting equipment became more practical. Photographers opened their own galleries or studios, while some loaded their horse-drawn wagons and hit the road as a traveling photographer.

 In the early days of traveling photographers, they documented scenes of everyday life as well as historical monuments and places. They sold their pictures to tourists who collected them as souvenirs of their travels.

Traveling photographers used many modes of transportation to get from one place to another. One photographer used a pony to haul the camera and equipment while he walked through neighborhoods offering to take pictures of anyone who was interested.

 Due to long exposure times, photographers used equipment to help keep their subjects still while sitting and waiting to be photographed. Many photographers used chairs and benches or tables with armrests that helped make the subjects more comfortable during the wait.

 If you have some of these antique and vintage photographs in your collection, look at the backdrops. Most of the backdrops are painted outdoor scenes. Sometimes the backdrop features draperies and a window or other interesting props. Notice the back drop in this photo. And, look at those clothes! Magnificent photo! 

Some of the Victorian photographs I own are from the Paris Art Studio and H.D. McMahan traveling photographer in Cassville. Other photos are imprinted with the names of the Sims Art Studio in the Opera House block in Monett, and Fogel Postal Studio of Joplin. Another prized photo is a postcard of my great-grandmother holding her son. She wrote a quick message on the back and dated it 1912. There is no name of the photographer, but it has to be from the local studio. the photo is below. I absolutely love this photo! 

Kay Hively, now deceased, a local author and newspaper reporter, wrote the story about a bicycle photographer named L.E. Deubler. Deubler used his bicycle to carry his camera and equipment and rode throughout Oklahoma, New Mexico, and Texas in the early 1900s.

 Hively also included the story of another traveling photographer, Charles Allonby, who lived in Neosho, Missouri. Allonby, born in England, came to the United States in 1900. He lived in several states besides Missouri and was a newspaperman. Photography goes hand in hand with newspaper writers. He traveled the states finding interesting people to write about and took photographs to accompany the stories.

 Hively owned the box of Allonby’s negatives and there were several from the Utter family reunions held in the local park that Allonby took. What a find and a happy day for me!

In the photo below, you see Fields Photo's imprint on the photo of Harry and Lucy Utter and their daughters Ruby and Lavelle Utter. What a beautiful photo! 

Fields Photography from Cassville, Missouri, was once a leading photographer who traveled the Ozarks taking photos of many places, events, and people. Now all of the negatives that Mr. and Mrs. Fields owned are in a collection found at the Barry County, Missouri Museum in Cassville. You can search through the collection and have photos printed. History is preserved in that archive!

 There are a few photographers today who travel to schools and take photographs. They use various backdrops for the children's portraits. At one of our family reunions, we used a local photographer who was a family friend to photograph our family.

in the photo above you see the traveling photographer's banner on the photo. The days of old-time traveling photographers who used bicycles and horses and wagons to carry their photography equipment are long gone, but their unique Victorian photographs live on, portraying their legacy of long ago.

 Orphaned Photographs         

Orphaned photographs are those that are separated and lost from the family they belong to. You know the ones…you see them in flea markets, estate sales and yard sales, online in databases, antique stores, and many other places. Beautiful pictures of people of the past, staring at the camera. Babies, children, weddings, military, family groups, and portraits of those who no longer live in their family’s treasured photograph albums.

 I’m drawn to them, wishing I could take them home with me to treasure. But you know the answer to that.

If you are curious about photographs lost from your family that are orphaned, there are a couple of options you have. You can plan search locally by traveling to genealogy societies, area historical societies, museums, and libraries sometimes may have orphaned photos. You might call ahead and ask if they house lost photos to prevent traveling a great distance.

 Another option is using online resources.  A good place to start is the website Dead Fred, www.deadfred.com. This is a genealogy photo archive using your family surname search to look for your family’s orphaned photographs.

 Another internet website for orphaned photos is Lost and Found Old Photographs at www.oldphotos.homestead.com. Many genealogy magazines feature a section for photographs. Ancestry.com magazine features a new section called ‘Found” to help find the rightful owners of orphaned photographs that are submitted to their magazine.

 Also use Rootsweb, Cyndi’s List, Ancestry.com, and other genealogy websites, check into the message boards and submit the family surnames you are researching. Sign up for alerts from the message boards so if someone posts about your family names you will get the alert through your email.

 Using the genealogy message boards is how I discovered living members of a family who had been friends of my great-grandmother. Through our exchange of information and photographs, we were able to piece together solid information about both families!

 Spread the word about your family surnames you are researching and watch for anything that eventually may turn up. You may be surprised to find orphaned photos of your family. Happy hunting!    

  PHOTOS: COMPOSE A FAMILY HISTORY TIMELINE

 There’s an old saying, “Every memory tells a story, and photographs are worth a thousand words.”  If you have old family photographs, have you thought about using them to compose a timeline? A timeline will help organize your family history and people’s life timeline. From there you can write about that person(s).

 Open a new document on your computer and start a timeline for one person or family group at a time, or whatever you prefer. Compose the timeline, using names, dates, and places, adding details later.

 After you get the dates, names, and places finished, you can look at the people, their clothing, what they are doing, and the background. Use the buildings, automobiles, pets, homes, areas, and other things you see in the photographs and add them to your timeline.

 All the details found in the photograph bring the story to life. Also, check the back of the photo for information.

 As you progress through your photographic timeline, don’t forget to include occupations, value of property and ownership, newspaper articles and obituaries, and death and funeral information can be included on the timeline.

 Once you have that information written, you can incorporate historical information into the timeline. Are there Civil War ancestors in your family? What social events might your family members have attended? Did your relatives belong to fraternal organizations and local chapters of societies? Remember to include church and school information. Research and record all the information you can find.

 Don’t forget to include information found in obituaries and newspaper clippings. A trip to the cemetery to photograph gravestones and an overall view of the entire cemetery will add details to the timeline.

 Continue the timeline and in the end, you will have the outline for writing your family’s history. I used this method to put together my great-grandmother’s life story.

 Once the timeline is saved to your computer, you can add to it whenever you discover new information.  Photographs do truly tell a wonderful story and they are worth a thousand words!  

I hope you've enjoyed learning a little about photographs. They are my passion in fmaily history. There is so much you can learn from a photo.        

            

 



Saturday, June 3, 2023

FAMILY HISTORY: Woodmen of the World: An Old Insurance Policy for Woodmen

 I’ve discovered some of my family’s membership in the Modern Woodmen of the World. Many of my ancestors are buried at the Owsley Union Cemetery, located south of Longview, Missouri, and north of Powell on 76 Highway in McDonald County. One day while there, I noticed a unique headstone for Walter E. Utter, a brother to my great-grandfather. Walter died two days before Christmas in 1908.   

 Walter’s headstone is a rectangular smooth piece of gray stone that sets on a large base.  It measures five feet tall. His date of birth and date of death is on the front of the stone. An inscription reads, “left a wife and five children.” At the top of the rectangle on both sides, are engraved upside-down lilies. Four large, engraved stone logs are stacked on top of the headstone.   Beneath the lilies and logs is a large square emblem marked with a shield, an ax, and an aul, with the letters M, W, and A. 


I had no idea what Walter’s headstone represented, but I noticed other ornate headstones in the cemetery that resembled Walter’s stone. They mark the graves of Jerry H. Clapper and Lee R. Owsley. Owsley’s stone resembles a tree trunk with the same emblem, but his states “Erected by the Woodmen of the World.”  From that, I had the information I needed to do research. 

Joseph Cullen Root started the Modern Woodmen of the World around 1883 to honor the pioneer woodsmen who cleared the land for developing our roads, and communities, and building homes. Woodmen of the World, later changed to Modern Woodmen of America, began as a fraternal benefit society that protected families and their financial futures by offering insurance protection. In the early days, certificates provided a death and a monument benefit to its members, furnishing free gravestones when they died. Eventually, the elaborate gravestones became obsolete due to the cost of materials and cemetery regulations.    

 Originally, all of the Woodmen gravestones were to be identical in size and design, but the result varied across the nation as local stonecutters used a wide variety of designs. What evolved are beautiful, elaborate, and precious works of art marking woodmen’s graves. There is the answer to the question of why all of the headstones are different, except for the Society’s emblem. 


Woodmen’s gravestones are scattered across the nation and is a fascination for many people who want to document the elaborate stones found in cemeteries. The USGenWeb Archive Project does have some photos of gravestones in our area, but not of the Owsley Union Cemetery. You can access the website at USGenWeb Project to see the photos.  

 Cynthia Ann Utter, my great, great-grandfather’s sister, married Lewis Fulweiler Houser. They lived in the Rocky Comfort area all their married lives. Lewis Houser is distinguished as being a charter member of the local Modern Woodmen of America in Rocky Comfort. I have a picture of the Rocky Comfort Citizen’s Bank building, provided by L. Bennett, of Rocky. Banking occurred on the lower level, while the Modern Woodmen met on the upper level of the building.

 After finding the wonderful Woodmen's headstones in cemeteries, now I search in other cemeteries to find more. As of this writing, I have seen many Woodmen stones dispersed throughout our Missouri counties. All are ornate and display some type of woodsy details.   

I am proud to have Modern Woodmen of America in my family. That information gives me more interesting stories to add to my family history.