52 Ancestors Week 17: Working for a Living

 From Amy Johnson Crow: Week 17:

The theme for Week 17 is “Working for a Living.” Our ancestors’ occupations can give real insight into their lives. This week, choose an ancestor and focus on how he or she made their livelihood. What did you discover about that person’s life?

BEEP! BEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!

    The jobs our ancestors had can really tell you a lot about them and you can unfortunately learn a lot about their jobs when you read through their medical journals at the tender age of eight. I can't tell you what an eye-opening experience that was. Let's just say I was brushing my teeth MORE than the recommended two times a day for like a month after reading my father's copy of the New England Journal of Medicine! Nine out of  ten dentists say you should stay away from medical journals. The tenth is being sued for malpractice.

    I've talked about my father the dentist in the blog before. He had his own practice in Salem for a little over fifty years and was very good at what he did. Of course I'll never forget the weird looks he gave me when I pulled out my own teeth in his operatory chair just moments before he was going to work on my teeth. They were loose! One good tongue flick popped it right out!

   While my father was working on peoples' teeth and making sure they flossed, my mother was also a medical professional. She too had her own medical journals and yes they were also just as gory as my father's books. There's a reason why I never went into medicine. My mother was a lab supervisor at Merrimack Medical Labs in nearby Andover, Mass and the environment there was quite different from than the one at my dad's office.

    Long before Diane Hamel worked at that lab she was first a graduate of Suffolk University where she studied laboratory medicine. She also interned in Hartford, Connecticut in 1970. She later worked as a Lab supervisor in Bayonne, New Jersey before she and my father moved back to New Hampshire.

    Once she and my father were back in the Granite State, she worked in the hospital and at Lawrence Medical and testing. 

    I think it's pretty clear by now that my mother was every bit a medical juggernaut as my father. What's interesting is that out of all of her siblings, she was the only one who went into medical school to pursue medicine as a profession. She has three sisters and two brothers and none of them every really followed in their father's footsteps and he was okay with that as long as they were happy.

    By the time I was born she was already working in a private laboratory in Lawrence and Salem, New Hampshire.  As a lab supervisor she counted blood cells and checked for various coagulation factors for patients and helped to diagnose medical conditions for doctors at area hospitals. Say a patient might have sickle cell anemia or any other blood-related illness. Her job was to examine blood cells for any irregularities and conduct other tests.

Goriest image in the blog ever.

    Every once in a blue moon I would join my mother at her office and it was a little bit more relaxed than my dad's place from time to time. It might have been because my mother's boss, Phil, was a very nice guy. He would often set me up with a microscope and I would check out blood cells for myself. I also got to see bacteria, paramecia and all kinds of microscopic organisms long before I ever learned about them in biology class. 

    Talk about getting a head start, right? Alas, medicine was never my thing. I understood it of course but I still had to turn my head whenever my mother took my blood at the dining room table. Yes, she did that! Not everyone is cut out to be a medical professional. We all have our own strengths and weaknesses. 

    All in all, I would say that my mother's job complimented my father's work as a dentist quite nicely if you think about it. As a dentist, my father made sure that peoples' oral health was in tip top shape. After all, poor oral health can lead to very unfortunate medical conditions. My mother and her fellow lab rats worked to make sure people were healthy all throughout the Merrimack valley. There was even a time when Merrimack Medical's services were definitely needed.

    In the early 2000s, I was a student at Merrimack College and there was unfortunately a small pandemic spreading among the student body. People were getting sick in their dorms. People were spreading whatever the illness was all over campus. If you're thinking this was a precursor to the Covid times, you would be right on the money.

    Her lab was called in to help diagnose the problem and come up with a solution as quickly as possible. I remember being tested when I got home. I commuted to college since it wasn't that far away. Thankfully. I never had the bug that went around campus. I did have to drink lots of water for days and we couldn't drink the water that was on campus. To this day we still don't know what caused the outbreak. Needless to say my mother was channeling her inner Doctor Crusher when she saw me and I was thankful that I didn't get sick.

    And that was how my mother earned a living. After the lab closed she went to work with my father at the office. She was already sort of working there whenever he needed help with a patient or if one of his staff members couldn't make it into work.

    I would say that she liked doing what she did for a living. She met some interesting people and maybe helped to save a life or two. Diagnosing a person's medical condition is never easy and to this day she still helps people whenever a problem arises. She was very good at what she did and let's not forget she did it while raising two boys. 

    I have to give my mother credit for that. It's not easy looking at microscopic organisms and seeing what damage they're doing to a human. You have to have a strong stomach to work with blood and sadly I do not have that talent. At least I've learned from both medical professionals. I may not be a doctor but I do play one on tv. 

See ya next time!

52 Ancestors Week 16: A Quiet Life

 From Amy Johnson Crow: The theme for Week 16 is “A Quiet Life.” Not every ancestor was a swashbuckler living a life of adventure. Who in your family tree had a quiet life? What have you found to make their story more detailed?

Peace in the valley.....for like five minutes.

    A quiet life? Uhhh.....No one in my family tree has ever had anything remotely resembling a quiet life. On one side I have loud Italians who would call your name from one side of the house and sit you down to Sunday dinner with your cousins where you'd discuss various stories that frankly should stay internal. On the other side, I have French men and French women who have adopted that same New England flair for being loud and boisterous. The same applies to the tiny portion of my tree that has colonial American roots. No one has or ever had what you might call a "quiet life". They lived in New England. We don't do quiet here contrary to what movies, television shows and post cards have told you. A quiet life only exists if you essentially move off of the grid like an uncle of mine did. Though, I don't think even that could be considered "quiet" since he is in constant contact with his large family. Let me explain.

    While it is certainly true that not every ancestor I had was an adventure seeker, it is true that all of them had interesting stories to share about their childhood, their families and everything in between. By and large no one really lived in the countryside and lived a quiet life. This even includes the Italian ancestors who lived in Gesualdo and San Pietro a Maida believe it or not. Life got loud and life got complicated. It's how life is and that's why today I'm going to write about how no one was ever truly living a quiet life.

Vincenzo and Nicolina

    You would think that small Italian communities would be the ideal place to have a quiet life. I used to think that was true until I learned more and more about San Pietro a Maida and Gesualdo. The lives people live there before immigrating to America are anything but quiet.

       Take my great-grandfather Vincenzo and his family for example. Long before his sister Caterina married Lorenzo Astorino she had a boyfriend who was drowning in a nearby river. Vincenzo and Caterina's brother Nicola rushed to saved the young man's life and sadly the pair ended up drowning in the river As a result, Vincenzo named his firstborn child after his brother when she was born in 1923. Her name was Nicolina Ferraiolo.

    That story was told to me by my cousin Caterina and confirmed by my great-aunt herself who had heard the story all of her life and I consider it proof that even in small towns in Italy life may not be as quiet as it seems.  Accidents happen and even in a small town life doesn't always slow to a crawl.

    Even after immigrating to America Vincenzo and his family made it a point to travel to Italy every chance he got. After all, they all went to Switzerland to attend his niece's wedding in 1969. He constantly traveled and constantly stayed in touch with family back in San Pietro. 

     Nicolina herself visited San Pietro and stayed with her mother's family, the Tedescos and back in the United States she never really lived a quiet life. She lived in Memphis, Tennessee with her daughter and life was never quiet....especially since she had a little yappy dog who thought she was a big dog. Dogs tend to make life interesting and every day was an adventure. 

    Meanwhile, Vincenzo's relatives stayed in the Haverhill area and life for them was not quiet. Haverhill may not be as big as Boston but there was a sizeable Italian district in the city as I've discussed and things were never

Giuseppe and Clementina

    For the Carrabs life was always an adventure. Giuseppe and Clementina had five daughters and their siblings were always nearby in Haverhill, Everett and Melrose. Their extended families were big. VERY big. To date I have dozens of DNA matches who descend from Giuseppe or Clementina's brothers and the best part is that my parents knew who belong to who for the most part!

    If there's one thing Italians are known for aside from great food it's that they have large families and with large families there's no such thing as "quiet". "Quiet" does not exist when you're sitting around the kitchen table talking about the love life if your second cousin. Keep that in mind when I talk about my mother's side of the tree in a minute. She also comes from a very large family. 

    Large families tend to prevent anything remotely resembling a quiet life from ever happening. Life in the city was very seldom like "Little House on the Prairie".  When you gather around the table in an Italian house, you will be told stories and you will learn right away that peoples' lives were seldom quiet and while people did do quiet things like fish and all that other stuff they were still a loud bunch of Italians who loved to travel, fish, hunt and tell stories about their past that were anything but quiet.

Austin and Henrietta

    My mother's side is very much like my father's side. Less vino and still very adventurous, though. I think that's why my parents clicked so well. They both came from very large families and even though my father is an only child he still had his cousins to hang around with while he was growing up.

    Austin Felker and Henrietta Legault also had many children and many of them lived very adventurous lives. My grandmother Natalie married a soldier in the Air Force. Her brother Austin moved around a LOT and was definitely someone who was adventurous. The same could be said for any member of the Felker clan.

    Family get-togethers with the Felkers were honestly like Italian get-togethers. The parties were loud and I had that one great-aunt who was louder than everyone else. You would swear she was Italian when she wasn't. I blame the fact that she grew up in Haverhill. If you grew up in the Merrimack valley, chances are you are going to be loud and have had a very adventurous life. Life is very seldom dull in the valley. 

    While the Felkers did live far from the Italian quarter in Haverhill, they still were a stone's throw away from the excitement in the city. Excitement eventually followed them to Plum Island where they had a boat and had many adventures out on the Merrimack river and even the Atlantic.

And that takes is right to Newburyport, home of the Hamels and adventure on the high seas. I've already talked about how my great-grandfather  Alfred Hamel  had a Fix-it shop and may have repaired ships for bootleggers during the Prohibition era. He was a man with a million stories and he passed them down to his children. One of whom became a fireman and another who basically became Captain America.

    Once again the families were loud and boisterous. Newburyport, like Haverhill, is a very cosmopolitan city home to people of all stripes. It's going to get loud there and the people have to adapt in order to survive. 

    There's a theme here with all these little vignettes. If you're from a large family like I am, life is very seldom dull or quiet. There's always something going on or some party you have to attend and you meet a relative you hadn't seen since you were in diapers. In my family, it happens a lot and I sometimes find myself reminding my nephews who is who and everything. My extended family is big. Very big. There's a reason why my tree sits at over 20,000 people at the time of this blog's posting. By the end of the year I could have more people added. 

    As you can see a quiet life simply doesn't exist in my family at all. I come from generations of adventure seekers, loud people and epic storytellers. Both major ethnicities in my tree tend to be loud and adventurous. It happens! Sure some people have led quiet lives for one reason or another but in the end it's not something that really happens in my family. Everyone wants to know what's going on with their second cousin or something. Some people manage to escape. Me? I'm used to it. In life there has to be a balance between living life to its fullest and settling down. There's a happy medium in there somewhere and I think that despite having a ton of stories my ancestors have found some elements of a quiet life out there despite the drama and millions of relatives coming over for dinner every Sunday!

See ya next time!

52 Ancestors Week 15: Unexpected

 From Amy Johnson Crow: Week 15:

The theme for Week 15 is “Unexpected.” What have you found that you didn’t expect? Have you ever found something in an unexpected place? Or maybe you were surprised to find out a family story was actually true! 

    I've said it before and I'll say it again. When you're on your genealogical adventure, you need to expect the unexpected. This is especially true if you've taken a DNA test because you're likely going to find long-lost relatives who you've never met before in your life. You may even find out that your great-grandfather isn't the person everyone in your family thought he was. It's sad but true. 

    Then again, sometimes good things can often be unexpected. You might find a relative in Switzerland who confirmed a story you heard multiple times while you were growing up. You might find a cousin in Argentna who messaged you right when the Boston Celtics win the NBA finals! Yes, I know these are oddly specific examples. I've written about many of my unexpected surprises. A lot of them have been good. Some of them have been a little on the weird side. All in all I can't really complain. Whoever said life had to be perfect? With that said let's talk about one my most recent unexpected surprises.

Maria has seen things.....

    My second great-grandmother Maria Giovanna Capobianco isn't really discussed much in the blog. She was born in Frigento in 1856 and according to genealogists who have actually been to Frigento she passed away a century later. She was the wife of Vincenzo Carrabs and mother of ten children including my great-grandfather Giuseppe.

    To make a long story short I have several DNA matches who descended from Vincenzo and Maria. Sufficed it to say her progeny is well documented!

    Her parents' trees are also well documented. With a little help, I fleshed out the trees for Angelo Maria Capobianco and his wives Rosaria di Pomponio and Carmina Martone. I found out that Angelo and Carmina had seven children together after they got married in 1852. For a while that was all I had for the Capobiancos. Everyone was DNA confirmed on WikiTree except for her branch and I was actually getting used to the idea that I wasn't going to be able to DNA confirm Angelo and Carmina.....until fate stepped in.

   A few weeks ago I was checking out my match list on Ancestry and I saw that a woman in Argentina matched my father, his maternal cousins and I. Not only that. There was a Thruline that pointed the match at Angelo and Carmina being our most recent common ancestors! This lady, let's call her Angela, seemed to descend from Angelo and Carmina's son Antonio who was born in 1866 in Frigento.

Antonio and Maria

    Naturally, I already had Antonio in my tree from when I was researching Frigento. He married Maria Saveria Genua in the 1880s and they had eight children together. This wasn't at all unexpected. I knew they had a large family and the odds were pretty good that I'd have a DNA match from that branch of the family. It just depended on who was around and who could test. After researching the Capobiancos, I just put them on the backburner as I assumed Maria's brothers and sisters lived all of their lives in Italy.

    What I didn't know was that Antonio and Maria's son Gennaro moved to Argentina, got married and had a family there! I had my friend Jenn check out Angela's tree on Ancestry and she found something that could definitely be considered unexpected.

    Back in the day, I found that Gennaro married a woman named Vincenza Graziosi in 1924. Gennaro's wife in Angela's tree was not  Vincenza Graziosi. It was a woman named Esther Paulina Yrruti.

 When I saw that name I let out an audible "WHAT?!" What happened to Vincenza?!

    Jenn wasn't sure what to tell me. In fact, I'm pretty sure she was surprised by my reaction. I have chat logs of her telling me to calm down.  I couldn't help it! Gennaro's birth record clearly stated he married Vincenza in 1924. The notes in the margins on Italian birth records are just as ironclad as the actual marriage banns.  Something had to have happened to Vincenza. Something bad. I took a deep breath and set off to do the only thing I could think of. I messaged Angela to see if she knew anything about Gennaro.

Gennaro Capobianco

    I wrote to Angela and after a few days of waiting I got a reply back! She sadly didn't have long to talk. However, she confirmed that Maria and Antonio were brother and sister. This meant that Angela was my third cousin once removed and a third cousin to my father and his cousins.

    Angela was working on her tree and found our connection. Apparently, I was just as big a surprise to her as she was to me because she asked me where I was from and my own family story, 

    I replied right away and told her all about Giuseppe and his siblings and how they all lived in Massachusetts. I told her about a few DNA matches and basically everything I learned about the Capobianco family. I just hope it didn't overwhelm her. She DID ask!  I wasn't sure how to go about asking about Vincenza, though. What can I say? "So...Your tree has someone named Esther as Gennaro's wife. My tree has a lady named Vincenza. What happened?"

I may have an idea what happened. Check it out.

    Gennaro and Vincenza had a happy life together until she fell ill and passed away unexpectedly. It happened a lot in small Italian towns. After losing his wife, Gennaro decided to pack his things and moved to Argentina. There, he married Esther and they lived happily ever after.. That's just my idea. I have no clue if it's true. Wouldn't that be the best explanation for everything? I'll have to wait until I hear back from Angela and she can confirm the story. I think what I have is the best case scenario. The truth remains to be seen and I'll see what Angela has to say in due time.

    That was my most recent unexpected surprise. I found a Capobianco cousin in Argentina! Like I said earlier, I knew Capobianco cousins had to have been out there somewhere. I had no idea that once again I'd find family in Argentina. Your genealogical adventure can take you to every corner of the globe and sometimes you may end up revisiting a few places. It's no secret that Italians migrated to Argentina as well as the United States. What is a mystery is what happened to Gennaro's first wife. Let's hope Angela replies and I can fill everyone here in on the gory details.

    Unexpected things are always going to happen out there. When you do family history, you need to expect the unexpected. Life is very seldom boring. 

See ya next time!

    

52 Ancestors Week 14: A Brick Wall Revisited

 From Amy Johnson Crow: Week 14:

The theme for Week 14 is “A Brick Wall Revisited.” Sometimes it takes a set of fresh eyes to solve a problem. Has that happened with you in your genealogy? (Of course, there are other ways to interpret this theme. Any bricklayers in the family? 😉 )

Welcome to Atop the Brick Wall where bad gedcoms burn.

    According to my archives, this is the third time I've gone atop the brick wall. At this point I should make a webseries with that name! I won't, though. I don't want to step on my friend Lewis's toes. I already parodied him once years ago and I don't need to do it again! Even though that was fun....

    It's all good. When you're on a genealogical adventure, you're bound to run into brick walls that are made out of pure titanium. This is due to a lack of records, record availability and a bunch of other issues. You're going to find some trouble spots that you need to put on the backburner. Some brick walls do end up getting smashed. Remember my second great-grandmother Domenica Gullo? My second great-grandmother was a brick wall for years until that wall came crumbling down. It takes patience and hard work to deal with a brick wall. Some end up getting solved with ease and some need to be poked at with a hammer every once in a while.

     This week, we're going to revisit a blog from 2023 where I talked about my fourth great-grandfather Francesco Coppola and how I managed to discover him and his unknown wife. We'll see how things stand three years later and hopefully break the wall a little bit more.

    To sum up, I found out about Francesco via the birth record of his grandson Francesco in 1860. Francesco was the brother of Giovanni Coppola and several of Giovanni's descendants are DNA matches of my great-aunt Nicolina, my father and myself. 

    Other Coppola DNA matches link to Francesco as well via his daughter Caterina. My line comes from his son Paolo. The matches were all pretty solid and there's no question that every one of them descend from Francesco.

    It also helps that there was only one Coppola family in San Pietro a Maida. Coppola may be a very common last name. However, just because a name might be common in all of Italy it doesn't mean that it's very common in one tiny Calabrian town.

    Despite finding the connection to Francesco, I still have a few problems I need to deal with. The records never listed who Francesco's wife was. She could be anyone and I still haven't been able to learn her name! That's one question I would really want answered because I really don't like having her name be "Unknown Unknown" on WikiTree. That's just weak. Very weak. Thankfully, I think I might have a way to break that brick wall down!

    The answer I'm looking for lay in the marriage records of her and Francesco's children, Paolo and Giovanni. The brothers married to sisters from the Suverato family, Rosa and Angela. In Italian genealogy, you're going to find a lot of brothers from one family marrying sisters in another family. It's a thing and it happens in other parts of the world!

    Italian women also tend to get married in the town in which they were born and the sisters had to have married the Coppola brothers some time before their oldest children were born. I don't have an exact date for their marriages. However, I do know that Giovanni's son Francesco was born in November 1860 when  his parents were thirty and twenty years old.  

    Francesco had to have been Angela's first child. So, it stands to reason that she and Giovanni were married in either 1858 or 1859. Unfortunately, those records are not online. I would have to ask the commune office for the marriage and since I don't have an exact date, it may be hard to find.  Of course the birth years are conjecture. It's a wild guess when you're dealing with someone's age on a birth record.

    Marriage records might not be the only record I need to verify the parents' identity. Death records would work just as well. I might not know when the Coppolas or the Suveratos passed away. But I do know when Maria Coppola passed away.

    She was a daughter of Giovanni and Angela and passed away in 1962. Her death record would obviously list her parents and it might list her grandparents as well. If I were to ask for that exact record, it might give me the information I need to finally break down that wall.

    That's where the brick wall stands today and that's how I plan to break it down. When I wrote the blog I didn't really have an exact means to break down the wall on my own. All I could do was chisel at it a bit at a time and hope for the best. I would work on it, come back later and try to plan another way to attack the wall. Can it be broken? Oh, yeah. Totally!

    I now have a friend in Italy who might be able to help me figure this mess out and she likely also descends from Francesco and his wife. Of course that's to be determined. I'm sure my cousin Flavia would be more than happy to help me out. Perhaps San Pietro will even have the records online some day. It's hard to say. I do know I can break this brick wall and reveal my 4th great-grandmother's identity. The brick wall may still be there. But it's wobbling ever so slightly. I just need the ACME Jackhammer 9000.

See ya next time!

52 Ancestors Week 13: A Family Pattern

 From Amy Johnson Crow: Week 13:

The theme for Week 13 is “A Family Pattern.” There are so many ways this theme could go! Naming patterns, behavior, migration, following an occupation for several generations, even sewing! What family pattern will you write about?

I honestly don't think I can work a kilt. 

    You're bound to find family patterns on your genealogical adventure. Names will be passed down through generations and unfortunately certain types of behavior will be passed down as well. However, there's one thing in Amy's prompt this week that she didn't mention. Physical characteristics could also be a pattern. Sometimes these can be as plain as the nose on your face that you inherited from your great-grandmother and sometimes it can be subtle like the ability to curl your tongue.  In my family's case, eye color could definitely be considered a family pattern. This week we'll be covering the generations of people who had the bluest blue eyes ever. It's time to break out the Sinatra records because "Old Blue Eyes" is back!

Austin and Henrietta 

    The Felker family always had blue eyes and my great-grandfather Austin was no exception. My mother always told me that he had the bluest blue eyes ever. His eyes were apparently so blue that it was like looking at the ocean. When MyHeritage came out with their photo colorization tech, I put it to the test and sadly his eyes never turned blue. They were always this gross grainy black color. I guess I'll have to take my mother's word for it because I don't have color photos of him. Good thing his records confirmed that his eyes were indeed blue. Though, I don't think they'll be as descriptive as "blue as the ocean at dawn". They weren't that descriptive on draft cards. Fortunately. I have plenty of other pictures that show off the famous Felker blue eyes.

    Of course Austin wasn't the only one in the family who had amazing blue eyes. Several of his and Henrietta's children had them as well including my grandmother Natalie and her brother Austin.  Several relatives of mine also have blue eyes. Every family on the Felker side seemed to have one or two children with blue eyes. It's like that old saying. If it happens once, it's a coincidence. If the same thing happens again. a pattern forms. There's no denying the fact that having blue eyes is a common thread.

    Sometimes the trait even skips a generation like in the case of my cousin Kristyn. Her mother doesn't have blue eyes and yet my cousin does. Then again her father is Scottish/English. So, it could have come from that side of her family. Blue eye color either runs in the family or everyone got really fancy contact lenses. As I gather more pictures of the Felker clan I begin to wonder something. Where did the beautiful blue eyes come from? Who started it all? Unfortunately, I don't think I have an answer to that question. Or do I?

    It's wildly known that blue eyes are predominant in people from northern and eastern Europe. However, there have been some instances of it occurring in southern Europe. My grandmother Ollie had greenish-blue eyes and she was all Italian all the time! In fact, that actually led people to think she had Spanish heritage. She does not. I've looked! 

Jeremiah and Elizabeth

    I think the answer to that question lies with the origin of the Felker family. I traced the family line back to Germany in the 1700s. Could they have had blue eyes? It's hard to say. I have one picture of my third great-grandfather Jeremiah Felker and I can't tell if he has blue eyes or not. The picture's not in color and no amount of colorization is ever going to make that picture look great. For all I know the blue eye gene came from his wife Elizabeth!

    Could the Felker blue eye have been from Germany? Most likely. Without evidence it's hard to say. I was told that Jeremiah's children including Wilfred all had blue eyes for the most part. Unfortunately, I had to take my cousin's word for it. Without color pictures and other documents like draft cards it's hard to say who had blue eyes back then! And I definitely don't trust colorization tool as far as I can throw it. MyHeritage gave my great-grandfather Vincenzo blond hair and light skin even though he was from southern Italy! Colorization doesn't always work. I could write a long blog about why and why you shouldn't trust that gimmick!

    Back to the blue eye discussion. I'm of the belief that the blue eyes all came from northern Europe. The Felker side of the tree eventually goes to colonial Massachusetts and New Hampshire. The Felkers themselves actually came from Germany like I said earlier.  A lot of those colonists had British, German and Scottish roots. It's safe to say that the blue eyes I see in cousins like Kristyn and other members of my family came from that part of the world. There's no doubt about that. Who started it? I think we'd have to go back to Paleolithic times to answer that question.

Nana and her blue eyes!

     With so many people in my family having blue eyes, it's clear that there's a pattern here. The amazing thing is that most of the people who have blue eyes tend to have that piercing look that Austin had. His trait was clearly passed down and I doubt it'd be going away any time soon.

    It's just one of those neat family patterns that makes everyone stand out in the crowd. Though, I don't think a few of my blue-eyed relatives need help in that area! They'd stand out with or without blue eyes! They eyes really do have it!

See ya next time!

    

52 Ancestors Week 12: An Address With a Story

 From Amy Johnson Crow: Week 12:

The theme for Week 12 is “An Address With a Story.” So many stories are tied to a place. (For me, it would be my Grandma’s house.) What is a place that has special meaning for your family?

Over the river and through the woods....

    Over the years I've written about several addresses in my family and they've all had plenty of stories to tell. My grandma Ollie's house and her sisters' house in Haverhill were probably mentioned a few hundred times in the blog by now! Speaking of grandma's house, that house in the banner this week was her house for a very long time. It was left to my grandfather Marco after his father Vincenzo passed away in 1970.  Ollie's sisters lived in the house my great-grandparents Giuseppe and Clementina lived in on Bartlett Street. Those houses in Haverhill definitely have stories behind them and I remember them the most since I actually went to those houses!

    That isn't to say I don't have stories about the houses on my maternal side. It's just tough to write long stories about them since my mother moved around a lot thanks to her being an Air Force brat. This week we're going to talk about a house that won't be appearing in any census record until the 1980 US Census is released to the public in 2052. I am of course talking about the house I grew up in!

Green side up, boys! Green side up!

    My father and grandfather Marco broke ground on the property that would one day become my house in 1976. At the time of its construction they were living in nearby Derry, New Hampshire while the house was being built in Salem, New Hampshire.

    My father always told me that they picked the location because it was very rural. I suppose it made sense for him to pick a rural part of Salem since he grew up in Haverhill and as anyone who grew up in a city knows it can be quite noisy living in a city no matter the size. My mom agreed with the decision since she also spent her formative years in a city called Newburyport.

    I like to think that they built the house in Salem because it was close to my father's family in Haverhill and yet far enough away from the noise of the city. For a long time the neighborhood was very quiet. Our house was one of the first houses that was built on the street and over time we got to meet some neighbors. The house was also very close to my father's dental practice which started a few years before they built the house.  There were also great schools nearby and several of my parents' friends and family lived in the area.

AHH! This house is naked!

    With all that in mind, construction began in 1976 and the house was more or less finished that same year. There were still odds and ends that needed to be finished, of course. At least it was habitable by the end of the year. It's a good thing too. New England winters can be brutal!

    Still, I can't help but wonder about some of the initial design flaws in the house. While it's true that we made improvements over the years, I still have to wonder why the way into the attic was a hatch in the closet of my parents' master bedroom. Or why the stairs in the basement were always a little bit smaller than the average human foot.

    Those questions plagued me every time I walked up and down the stairs or helped my mother get Christmas decorations out of the attic. I think that would be one of the first questions I'd ask Marco. Forget about asking about life in San Pietro a Maida for one second. Let's talk about the crazy design flaws! I shouldn't be too hard on the design and everything. After all, the house is one of a few things my grandfather built. He helped to build additions on my father's office and built the house I grew up in. Not a bad legacy at all in my opinion!

 

Testing out Jim's first sweet ride.

  Marco sadly passed away in 1983 and we have a ton of pictures of him inside the house during various stages of its development. These pictures were all taken around Christmas time and other events and I like to think he was pleased with its development. Everything has more or less stayed the same since the day it was constructed.

   The only things that changed of course were the furniture, rugs, tiles and a few other odds and ends. We never built on any additions. We did change the paint on the outside a few times and installed electric garage door openers.

    From the pictures I can tell that he clearly loved the house. He put a lot of himself into its construction and definitely built it to last. Despite all its flaws and everything it's still a place my family and I called home. Still, I find myself wondering how he'd have reacted to a few incidents that took place after his death. I have a feeling he'd have been less than thrilled about the time my brother and I put holes in the wall of our bedroom. What can I say? It was the '80s and we watched a lot of wrestling!

  Those holes were of course patched up in no time and that incident wasn't as bad as the fire in the chimney. Ever since that day we've decided never to use the fireplace again. It's probably just as well. I was never a fan of fireplaces! We never really had any major disasters and that's a good thing. Let's hope it stays that way! Knocking on wood very hard here!

One of the first Christmas Eve parties

     At least Marco would have been pleased to see that we continued his Christmas Eve traditions in the house he and my father built. He may have missed out on a lot of them. Maybe he was there in spirit? You never know! My dad always maintained that he thought he smelt his father in the basement whenever he was working on something. Maybe his spirit does linger in the house. I'm not about to call the Ghost Hunters and ask them for help!

   The fact that the house is still standing after half of a century really says something about the work he put into it. Granted, repairs were made over the years. New paint was added to the exterior. New furniture came and went. That's honestly to be expected when you have a house that's been around as long as it has. As for the people? Well, Jim and I grew up and his kids call our house "New Hampshire Grandma and Grandpa's house". Some day I think my brother will tell them that it's only half of the story!

    In the end, my house is a lot like many other houses on our street aside from its Mediterranean exterior. There's a lot of history here and more than that it's been my home for all that time too. Its origins may have been pretty modest. However, the stories withing the walls have lasted a lifetime!

See ya next time!

Home sweet home!

52 Ancestors Week 11: Turning Point

 From Amy Johnson Crow: Week 11:

The theme for Week 11 is “A Turning Point.” In storytelling, there’s the pivotal moment – something happens and nothing is the same afterward. Think of a turning point in the life of an ancestor. It could be going to college, going to war (or not), or making an unpopular choice. You could also be more literal and consider ancestors who traveled. There's no wrong way to interpret the theme!

Greener pastures are this way!

    When you've been on a genealogical adventure as long as I have, you're bound to find many things that have been turning points in your research. Small things here and there turn into big things and before you know it your family tree on Ancestry looks like a forest and you'll be putting profiles in on WikiTree for a very long time. I know that's oddly specific. What do you expect from someone who's been doing genealogy off and on for ten years before finally deciding to register at WikTree?

    I actually think now might be a good time to reflect on some of my biggest turning points in my research. Many of them have been game changers. Some of them may not seem that big. They were big enough for me and that alone earns them a spot on this list! Without further adieu, let's get this party started!

Birth record of Angela Gatto.

    By far the biggest turning point in my research was when my friend and fellow Wikitreer Kathy Nava went to her local Familysearch library and downloaded birth records for me. Before she offered her services, my friend Tricia would also go to her library and get records for me.

    They went to the library because my area does not have a Familysearch affiliate library and for a long time that was the only place where you could find births in San Pietro a Maida from 1809 to 1861. 

    Sounds lame, I know. It was what we had to work with and I thank them every day for their help as they helped me break down several brick walls.

    Before they helped me my father's paternal side was an empty void that needed to be filled. Thanks to their work, I was able to find birth records for several ancestors in San Pietro AND I was able to break a brick wall or two. Tricia found the 1860 birth record for Francesco Coppola and that led me to connecting all of the Coppolas to his grandfather Francesco and his still unknown wife. I still need to find out who that is. That will be another turning point!

    Their help continued for many years and eventually I made a spreadsheet cataloging all of the births in San Pietro a Maida that we were finding. It wasn't until Christmas 2025 when Antenati, the Italian government's repository for Italian records, that the records became available without the need to go to a library. Talk about a great Christmas present! Now I make sure I everything's nice and accurate because while they were helpful with getting the scans, the scans on Familysearch looked like they were scanned using a potato. I had trouble reading them and now the scans are a lot cleaner on Antenati! This was a turning point because now I can look at those records with ease!

    Before I had access to the San Pietro records, the only other Italian records I had were the ones from Gesualdo that my cousin Mary found and uploaded to Ancestry. I saw those records long before I ever heard of Antenati and I would call that one of my earliest turning points.

    Mary had carefully documented, scanned and cataloged every single person who was born, lived in or died in the town of Gesualdo. That was the Italian town where my great-grandparents Giuseppe Carrabs and Clementina Forgione were born and seeing those records was a turning point early on in my research because they allowed me to get a firsthand look at what Italian records actually looked like. They pretty much prepared me for what I was eventually going to find in San Pietro. Not bad, right?

    I know a lot of my Italian research turning points sound odd since I had help from someone else. However, here's what you need to know. I was not well-versed in the Italian language early on in my adventure. I didn't know about the months of the year or how records were organized. The people who helped me out helped me to understand the records better and I am forever grateful for their help. I've said it before and I'll say it again. Genealogy shouldn't be a solo gig. It takes more than one person to help put the pieces of a puzzle together. Wikitree calls it collaboration and it helps people get further in their research than they ever thought possible!

    I'd say one of my other major turning points was finding out the nitty, gritty details surrounding my second great-grandmother Gertrude Stevens's divorce from her husband Wilfred Felker.

    I knew Wilfred and Gertrude were divorced long before I ever started on my genealogical adventure. My mother remembers growing up with various Senter relatives who descended from Getrude's second husband, Walter.  The only odd thing was that my grandmother Natalie and her sister never really spoke of their grandfather. 

    I didn't get an answer to that question until I sent a query or two to the Essex country courthouse. Eventually, I found out that Wilfred was not a nice man. He cheated on Gertrude and got another woman pregnant while she was pregnant with their son Austin. He had a fist fight with one of his other sons after presenting a child to him. Wilfred clearly had issues.

    The court documents I received ended up cementing those thoughts about Wilfred. The man claimed he was abandoned by Gertrude when in fact he committed adultery. So, not only was he a jerk. He was a lying jerk. Finding out the truth about him was a turning point for sure because it showed me that genealogy is never black and white. There are shades of grey and sometimes you need to take the good stuff along with the bad things you find out there.

    Speaking of genealogy not being always black and white, another turning point would be finding out that my great-grandfather Alfred Hamel wasn't simply a Fix-It Shop owner. No. He may have fixed ships for bootleggers on the Merrimack River during the Prohibition. I wonder if that was his side hustle. You never know! 

    Finding that bit of information was a turning point in my research because before my mother told me that information I had just assumed he was just a regular guy. He was drafted into the service during the first world war. He had my grandfather and was well-liked by the people of Newburyport. There was a reason why he was called "Mr. Fix-it". He could fix anything. Knowing what I know now adds a bit more to his story because now there's a bit more depth to his character.

    I knew there was something more to the swagger he had in this picture from the early 1900s. That swagger hid someone who was a bit adventurous!

    These were just four of my major turning points in my research. I have many more and they all involve DNA and other topics. I have potential turning points on the horizon and I'm sure I'll discuss them another day. These turning points happen when you least expect it. Though, to be honest, I think I'd rather call them "game changers" than turning points. To each their own, I guess!

See ya next time!