52 Ancestors Week 5: Challenge

 From Amy Johnson Crow: Week 5:

The theme for Week 5 is “Challenge.” Which ancestor has been challenging to research? What ancestor faced an enormous challenge?

We meet again, Mount Everest.

    If you're on a genealogical adventure like I am, you're going to find challenges that either make you want to throw something at the wall or think things through rationally. Since we're all humans, I doubt many people have thought things through rationally before throwing something, hopefully soft, at the wall. As for me, I've had my fair share of challenges. Last time, I talked about researching my fourth great-grandfather, Francesco Coppola and his unknown wife. Italian genealogy can be an uphill battle sometimes. But, I have had some challenges on my mother's side of the tree even if her side is well documented.

    Meet Moses Goodwin, my 5th great-grandfather. I don't know what it is about 4th and 5th grandparents. But, they can be tricky to research depending on the area. Anyway, here's what I know about him.

    He was born in the 1790s in Maine before Maine became a state. It didn't gain statehood until 1820. He married a woman named Mary Ann Abbott in 1824 and they had six known children together including my 4th great-grandmother, Sarah.

    Now, you would think that being in America it'd be easy to research this guy and be done in time for a lobster dinner. Yeah, I thought that too before I quickly realized a problem.

    There were like FIVE people with the name "Moses" all living in the area at the same time! Someone must have looked at the 18th century edition of the "Big Book of Baby Names" and decided to name all the boys "Moses".

    I know the name actually comes from the Bible. Just hear me out. "Moses" was a very, VERY popular name that year. It's so popular that "my" Moses has had several hints on Ancestry pointing to several potential parents. I'm not going to go through them all. Several trees on the site mention Aaron Goodwin and Sally Hubbard as his parents, for example. The connection was recently proven to be false because Moses did not name any of his sons Aaron. Italians aren't the only ones with naming conventions! However, he did name one of his sons William.

    Researching Moses has been extremely frustrating and it got to the point where I had to ask for help. Over Christmas last year I put the call out to my friends over on WikiTree since we were doing a "Secret Santa" project where we'd break a brick wall for another WikiTreer. I worked on several Italian brick walls and invited several people to the Italy Project in the process. Because, why not?

    The awesome and talented Melanie McComb, who by the way is a genealogist for American Ancestors, offered to lend me a hand. Who better to help with a case than someone who has access to the keys to the kingdom? She's a great researcher and a great friend, too.

    During the whole Secret Santa event we couldn't really talk or else we'd spoil the surprise. There was even a secret chat on Discord saying "Don't peek Chris!" I laughed at that because it made it seem like I was back in high school.

    Melanie did her best to research Moses and sadly we couldn't break down a VERY stubborn brick wall. This was not her fault and I don't blame her one bit. She's still determined to help me figure things out.

    I had told her from the beginning that things were going to be tough. Moses was a hard guy to research and it didn't help that several people had the same name. She went to the archives after the Secret Santa event was over and I explained how this mess all started. I had built my tree up from second great-grandmother, Gertrude Stevens and followed her paternal line to Maine.  I soon found that her grandmother, Sarah was one of two girls born a year apart on the same day to supposedly the same father: Our friend Moses.

 

    Melanie suggested I look at my mother's Thrulines on Ancestry to see if there were any potential DNA matches that link her (and by extension me) to Moses. I did find one person and I reached out to her after checking out the match's tree.

    Everything looked good until I noticed something interesting. While he did have the Goodwins on his tree, he had some French-Canadian ancestors, too. That's when I started to get a little suspicious.

    In French-Canadian genealogy, you always want to be careful on the DNA side of things. Like a rearview mirror in a car, objects cam be closer than they appear. Quebec has a history of endogamy because once upon a time everyone lived on one street in Montréal or Quebec City. That's just how it was until the Filles Du Roi or the Daughters of the King arrived in the New World.

    At 14 centimorgans, a DNA match can literally be anything from a 3rd cousin to something even more distant. The more I looked at the tree, the more I realized that this guy was probably connected to my mom on a French-Canadian line. That idea was further cemented by the list of shared matches who all had solid French-Canadian trees.  Feel that? That's the same feeling of mild annoyance I had!

    I think Melanie could feel my frustration, too. I did the only sensible thing I could. I asked her if it'd be okay to disconnect Moses and his wife from Sarah until we figured out who was who. She said it would be fine as she did the same over on WikiTree. 

    I ended up disconnecting her on my tree and on Familysearch since that tree was a mess. A giant mess. Let it be known that I do not tolerate messes. If something is wrong, I will change things unless proof is found of a connection. It's only logical.

    If you look at Moses's page over on WikiTree you'll see that Melanie wrote some research notes. One of the things I like about the site is how we're encouraged to write biographies and make notes so that other people can see our rationale for doing the things we do.  Writing a biography can really go a long way into telling someone's story and you can use the space to show where you got your information.

    Mel outlined her research in several bullet points while I messaged several people who had Moses on their tree on Ancestry. I showed them the page on WikiTree and I actually managed to get one guy to chop off the parents he had for him. Umm....Whoops? I know that's a positive outcome considering the circumstances. But, I didn't expect that! Good on him for making changes.

Anyway, Mel put the following notes down:

* In the 1800 census, William Goodwin (age 45 and over) lived in Berwick, York, Maine.

* In the 1810 census, there was a William Goodwin (between the ages of 26 and 44 years old) lived in Berwick, York, Maine, United States.

* On 16 April 1810, Moses was involved in a civil case as a defendant against plaintiffs, John Abbot and Samuel Abbot. His occupation was noted as husbandman. 

* Moses and Mary Ann Abbott were married by Justice of the Peace, Joseph Prime. This same justice of the peace also married the following Goodwin parties: 28 Nov. 1822 - Benjamin Goodwin and Adah Stone; 10 Aug. 1826 - Shease (sp?) Goodwin and Polly Goodwin of Berwick; 29 Mar 1823 - Thomas Legro Jun. of Lebanon and Dorcas Goodwin of Berwick; 27 June 1827 - Ebenezer Blaisdell Jun. of York and Irene Goodwin of So. Berwick.

* On 25 July 1832, Moses Goodwin Junior of South Berwick with James Goodwin, Rebecca Goodwin, and Abram Goodwin quitclaimed land in South Berwick to George W. Goodwin, Cordwainer. The land was the same land that Jeremiah Goodwin, deceased, resided upon. The land was bounded by land formally owned by Micajah Currier, Sarah Adams, Thomas Jewett, and Andrew Austin. The conveyance was for 1/8 of the land, about 30 acres, that would have belonged to their late father William Goodwin deceased if he had lived. The deed was witnessed by Isaac P. Yeaton and Charles J. Goodwin. 

* In the 1850 census, Moses (age 57) lived near Jeremiah Goodwin (age 36), Amos Goodwin (age 47), and Samuel Goodwin (age 34). 

* In the 1860 census, Moses (age 65) lived next door to his son-in-law, Charles Earl, his daughter Hannah, and their family. 

    As you can see, she did a fair bit of research into Moses. She even went so far as to look into the Goodwin genealogy book. I did the same and we both came up empty.

Yet another Moses.

        Don't worry! We're not done, yet. While we haven't found "my" Moses, we have been working to make sure all the Moses Goodwins of Maine have their own pages on the website. Will there be a ton of them? Oh, yeah. There's no doubt about that. I've only mentioned two here and there's still quite a few of them floating around the Internet.

    By researching all the men named Moses we're narrowing down who Sarah's father could be. So far no wills have mentioned Sarah. That could mean anything. He could have had a falling out with her. He could have had nothing she needed as she was married at the time of his death. There are so many possibilities out there.

    That doesn't mean we're going to give up! Nah. At best the only thing we can really do is put Moses on the backburner for a while and let him stew. I'm still amazed that guy heeded my warning about Moses and corrected his mistake immediately.  I must use this power for awesome. Yeah. Yeah. I know. "With great power comes great responsibility". You don't need to tell me twice!

    So, that's Moses Goodwin. He's a brick wall on my mother's side of the tree thanks in part to the 1790s edition of the  "Big Book of Baby Names". Just think. History might repeat itself once all the "Peytons", "Brady" and "Sansas" all come of age. I feel sorry for the future genealogists. We tried to warn 'em! 

    In the end, all Melanie and I can do is watch and wait. We can put all of the information up on WikiTree for the entire Internet to see and separate every Moses we come across. I'm trying very hard to not make a "Parting the Red Sea" joke. That's just low hanging fruit. At least we can make jokes and have fun with this project. If you can't help one person find "their" Moses, then you can make sure no one else can make the same mistake twice.

    That is the power of collaborative genealogy and that is what Melanie and I are trying to accomplish. It's the least we can do because like I said there are just so many Moseses out there and not enough hours in the day. I would like the brick wall busted. But, it's a lot of work. I thank my friend for helping me with the research. It was maddening when I was going at it solo. At least now I'm not alone! Moses Goodwin may be a tough wall to crack. However, it's not impossible. Nothing is impossible as long as you have the drive to do what needs to be done. That's why I think we'll solve this together as a team and we make a pretty good team!

Now if only that power of mine worked on other people on Ancestry.....

See ya next time!

52 Ancestors Week 4: Overlooked

 From Amy Johnson Crow: Week 4:

The theme for Week 4 is “Overlooked.” It’s close to impossible to research everyone equally. Who is someone in your family tree who you haven’t researched very much? You could also consider those ancestors for whom it feels like you are the only person in the world searching for them.

    Hmm. Now that I think about it sometimes it does feel like I'm the only person in the world actively researching the Calabrian town of San Pietro a Maida. Sure there are other people on Ancestry who have listed that town in Italy as a birthplace for various ancestors of theirs in their family tree. However, I still feel alone because a lot of that information comes from my main tree or from sources in America. Other people may have done their own research and yet I often feel like I'm alone working on my father's paternal side. In this week's blog, I'm going to talk about how I deal with that feeling.

La famiglia di Ferraiolo

 I think we need to start with why I feel this way before I can figure out ways to combat the loneliness I feel and believe me I've tried very hard to fight it! As a genealogist, you're supposed to put what you know in your family tree when you get started. Naturally, I did just that. I've added my grandfather Marco Ferraiolo and his parents Vincenzo Ferraiolo and Maria Tedesco. Most trees on Ancestry that have my grandfather in it tend to stop there and on rare occasions his grandparents would even be listed because that information came from my Ferraiolo-Hamel tree.

        His family tree is almost exclusively from San Pietro and so it took me ages to fill it all in. To do this, I created a one place study where I've cataloged every birth in San Pietro from 1809 to 1861 on a spreadsheet. Every once in a while, I put those people on WikiTree in the hopes of getting some attention. More on that later.

    I've even contacted the town itself in the hopes of gaining information and for the most part I've been successful. I doubt that would have been the case were it not for some very resourceful friends of mine who are far better at speaking Italian than I am!

    Before I turn this into a pity party, let me say that I have had help at various points. I've asked for help on something and someone would offer their two cents. It's not like I haven't had anyone to talk to about the tree. I have and they offered me great pointers on how I can proceed. In fact, a friend of mine just emailed San Pietro to see if they can find birth records for me. So, I don't think I'm TOTALLY alone. I'm just the only one actively researching the town and someone reminded me that my research is what I'm known for.

     I was able to create a pretty solid tree for my grandfather. I don't want to toot my own horn. But, I think I did a decent job. At least I hope I did!  Everything is pretty accurate as far as I know. I have several DNA confirmations as you can see.

    Of course that "Unknown" lady I have as his second great-grandmother sticks out like a sore thumb. I really need to figure out who that is and hopefully I'll find out some day. 

    That unknown lady is probably a big part of why I feel like I'm the only one researching the town  because no one else has Francesco Coppola or his wife in their tree. 

   

    Truthfully, she and Francesco may not even have been from San Pietro. All the information I have about him comes from various documents in San Pietro mentioning him as a grandfather to the children of Giovanni, Caterina and Paolo. I'm not sure how I can proceed from there. But, I'm not about to give up. After all, I did figure out Domenica Gullo's tree! And again I had some help on that front! However, it wasn't my friend's main arena of interest.

Marco and Caterina.

    I might be overlooking something about Francesco and the unknown lady that I hadn't considered. Maybe I need to ask for a specific marriage? That's a very good idea. The problem is I have no idea when people like my 2nd great-grandparents Marco Ferraiolo and Caterina Coppola were married. Those records as of January, 2025 are not online. I could theoretically ask about other marriages. But, this is all a topic for another day. 

    There is something else I need to consider. "Coppola" is a very, very common last name. It's the last name of a very famous director and I grew up with a Coppola family who hailed from somewhere in Sicily. So, researching that name in Italy is a lot like researching the name "Smith" here in America. Just food for thought.

    Another reason why I feel alone in the San Pietro research department is because some people do not have the right town listed on Ancestry through no fault of their own. In many instances, I've seen "San Pietro a Maida" transcribed incorrectly on various documents and people have taken that as gospel. Some have even gone so far as to add other towns with "San Pietro" in them rather than the one I'm researching.

    I have to admit researching San Pietro is an uphill battle. However, it isn't all doom and gloom. I'm not really upset about being the only one researching the town. In a way it's cool because I'm charting a path forward so other people can see the work I did. I also do like to do more original stuff. The only problem is I don't have many people working with me.

Antonio and Domenica

    As I've mentioned before, I've had a ton of people have helped me along the way. There's too many people to list and if you're reading this blog then you know who you are. It just feels a bit overwhelming researching a town by myself. It can't be helped. That's why I'm extremely grateful whenever someone gives me a document or finds some other juicy nugget of information. Genealogy shouldn't be a solo gig no matter what certain people say. There's strength in numbers and having someone also researching San Pietro means having someone to bounce ideas off of. Granted, I could do that with everyone else. But, if someone was working with me on San Pietro who also knew the area, we could possibly get things done in half the time. That's why I was so happy when my third cousin Meli went to San Pietro. She was on the ground there and got a TON of information for me and for herself. Having help like that would do wonders and help me feel less lonely.

    So, how do I combat the loneliness? Well, the only thing I can think of is talk to other researchers (Especially Italian researchers) about certain issues and get much needed feedback from them. I can also help clean up documents on Ancestry and help others with their trees should the need arise.

That's really all I can do. I can count my blessings and try to set the standard brought forth by my own research. Sure it's lonely but I'm not going to complain about it!

     I like working with someone where we both have a vest interest in the town. I'm not going to sit here and say everyone who has San Pietro in their tree should research it. That's not what I'm all about. I don't like forcing people to do things they don't want to do. It just would be helpful to have someone around who also had vested interest in the town. Thankfully, some people do and it's only a matter of time before that information is revealed. I just need to keep the faith!

    

See ya next time!

  

    

52 Ancestors Week 3: Nickname

From Amy Johnson Crow: Week 3:

The theme for Week 3 is “Nickname.” Nicknames can hint to a person’s personality, occupation, or appearance. But be careful to not always take them literally! (Think of all the burly guys nicknamed “Tiny!”) Sometimes they have an “origin story” – like “Coco,” a classmate of mine. She got the nickname because her little brother couldn’t pronounce her real name (Colleen). Which of your ancestors had a nickname? Do you know how they got it?

Other nicknames might include "Bluestreak".

    Nicknames are a fun part of life and I've had quite a few of them myself. A couple of them ended up being a screenname on various message boards across the Internet. Don't bother looking for them. Those sites are long gone. Though, you might find me as "Cferra" in a few places. Yes, my screenname was my first initial and the first five letters of my last name. I didn't say they were original!  Google it. You won't find anything crazy, I promise. At least screennames can be different from nicknames and back in the day our ancestors had quite a few nicknames that could easily be a screenname on YouTube if YouTube was around.

Epic pipe is epic.

    If you've been reading my blog for a long time, then you'd know how my grandfather Robert Hamel was in the U.S. Air Force for decades.  What you might not know is that he even HE had a nickname given to him by his friends in the service and that name lasted until the day he passed away.

    Sadly, the name wasn't anything like "Maverick" or "Iceman" from the "Top Gun" movies. He didn't even have any of the nicknames from the "Iron Eagle" movies! Nope. His name was.....

The Grey Eagle!

    If that doesn't sound like a superhero from the "Golden Age" of comics, I don't know what does. Maybe if he was wearing a star-spangled outfit or something. I mean....that is a patriotic nickname isn't it? Growing up, I always likened him to "Captain America". But, that's a pretty cool nickname, too. "Grey Eagle" just sounds so awesome when you say it out loud, doesn't it? It's a great nickname and I'm really glad it stuck!

   Right. So, how did my grandfather start soaring through the clouds with that epic name? Well, the best I can figure is that he's had it since his Air Force days. Was his plane grey? I honestly have no idea. It's not like you can tell in black and white photos. I've seen the kinds of planes he flew. Just not the color. And they weren't silver F-15s, either. Bit too early for those screaming eagles, right? And no that wasn't the name of his squadron, either.

    Nicknames are often given to someone by friends or family. No one ever says "Call me "Rocket Man!" and expects that name to stick. Fun fact. That bit from "The Big Bang Theory" about the name "Rocket Man" was actually based on a story the astronauts heard once or twice. No one makes up a nickname for a reason. Only colossal idiots make up their own nicknames. If you do, you get another nickname and trust me it would not be pleasant!

The eagle has landed.

    With that in mind, it's obvious that my grandfather's friends in the Air Force gave him the name "Grey Eagle". I had no idea why. By the time I came around his hair was greying and when I first heard the name I thought it was because of his grey hair.  Hey! Give me a break! I was a kid. I didn't know any better. I don't think I ever told him that. He'd have given me a smirk and shook his head if I did! Even though I was a wiseass I had to pick my moments with surgical precision.

    Naturally, my grandfather told me about the name and how friends in the Air Force gave it to him like I said earlier. I just wish I knew if the plane was grey or not. Maybe it doesn't matter. It's a cool nickname for a very cool person.

    After the Air Force, Grandpa Bob used the name "Grey Eagle" for his own e-mail address. Sometimes he even signed my birthday cards from him as "Grey Eagle". It definitely caught on with friends and family and I don't think I've ever called him that name directly.

    That didn't stop my mother and her siblings, though! Whenever my grandparents visited someone would often text one of the other siblings and say that "The grey eagle has landed!". 

    And that's the story of how my grandfather got the name "Grey Eagle". It's not a terribly long one, I'll admit. Or is it one with an epic backstory. Maybe it doesn't matter. It's a cool name and I'm glad it stuck around till his final days. For some reason it suited him. Sure he had grey hair and everything but he was pretty patriotic. Maybe that's why he took that name and let it stick for so long. Really glad our national bird was the eagle. Benjamin Franklin wanted it to be the turkey.  Not one of your best ideas, Benny. "The Grey Turkey" wouldn't sell nearly as many comics as "The Grey Eagle". 

See ya next time!
  

52 Ancestors Week 2: Favorite Photo

 From Amy Johnson Crow: Week 2:

Week 2’s theme is “Favorite Photo.” Yes, I’ve included this prompt in the last few years of 52 Ancestors, and for good reason: Photos capture our family history like few other things can. Besides, how can you limit yourself to one?! This week, tell the story of a favorite photo: who is in it, where and when was it taken, and – just as important – why was it taken?

It's that time again!

    It just wouldn't be 52 Ancestors without a prompt in early January asking us to talk about a favorite picture of ours. For the past five years I've had plenty of photos to share and I'm not stopping any time soon. I've still got many photos worth talking about and you can see many of them over on WikiTree. Pictures have a way of adding faces to the name and stats of someone you're adding to your family tree. They're proof that the person you're adding data and sources for were in fact flesh and blood. Though, that doesn't mean the people we couldn't possibly get photos for weren't flesh and blood. It just means that we can finally add a face to the name. Vital records help in those cases.

    Photographs of our ancestors can turn up in interesting places, though. I remember talking to my cousin Adriana about several photos she had in her collection. She shared a picture of my 2nd great-grandparents, Marco Ferraiolo and Caterina Coppola with me and since they were also her grandparents it seemed reasonable that she'd have a picture of them. What was really cool was how she also had my father's high school graduation photo in her collection! I wondered how that got there seeing as she currently lives in Rome! It's no big secret. My grandfather Marco or his father likely sent her mother Rosa a copy in the 1960s.

    As you might have guessed, the family stayed in touch despite being thousands of miles away from each other. I guess Vincenzo made it a point to keep in touch because he and several other members of my family were at his niece Caterina's wedding in 1969!

The wedding of Giuseppe Casarrubea and
Caterina Aleardi

    This is a photograph I've been wanting to talk about for a long time! The story of how I got it is pretty amazing. I was checking out DNA matches on MyHeritage in early 2021 when I got a message from a woman named Caterina Aleardi. She asked me questions about the Vincenzo Ferraiolo I had in my tree. She told me that Vincenzo was her mother Concetta's brother and we started talking. She mentioned that the last time she saw Vincenzo was at her wedding in Switzerland.

   My eyes widened when I read that message because in the back of my mind I remembered my grandma Ollie and my father talking to me about a wedding she went to in Europe with Marco, Vincenzo, Marco's sister Nicolina and others. 

    I heard the story pretty much all my life. The family flew to Rome in late 1969 and ended up going to San Pietro a Maida where my great-grandfather, great-aunt and grandfather were born. I guess they went there to see the sights and visit family there. They then took a train to Switzerland where they attended Caterina's wedding. My grandmother mentioned how she wasn't really a fan of northern Italian cuisine since her family came from the southern Italian town of Gesualdo. They had a good time and it was unfortunately the last time Vincenzo was in Italy since he passed away in the February of 1970.

   Caterina then asked me if I wanted to see pictures of the wedding and of course I said "Yes!". What I didn't count on was seeing this amazing group photo! It didn't take me long to recognize several people in the photo and right away I found my grandparents!

    I recognized my grandfather from other photographs we have of him and was able to spot him on the left of the group. He had his hand on his wife who I knew right away was grandma Ollie. The hair gave her away. =) Grandma Ollie had the same hairstyle and coloring until she passed away in the early 2000s. She originally had black hair and dyed it once she started turning grey.

    Sadly, I have no clue who the lady next to my grandma is. I assume she's a relative of Caterina's or a relative of her husband, Giuseppe.

    When I got the photo, I showed it to my brother right away to see if he could spot our grandparents and of course he was able to find them really quickly. I guess we either knew what they looked like or they had a distinctive look about them that made them more memorable. Go figure.

    At least the picture was solid proof that the family did indeed go to Switzerland for the wedding! I didn't think there was any doubt. But, it's nice that there's actual proof.

    My grandparents weren't the only people I was able to recognize!

    Toward the center of the group we find my great-grandfather standing almost at attention while the photo was being taken. I have to wonder what was going on in his mind. I like to think that he was grateful for seeing Italy again and was happy to be at the wedding. He likely had no idea it'd be his last trip. So, he was very lucky in that he got to see his homeland one last time.

    The man to his left was Walter Jans, the husband of my great-aunt Nicolina. Talk about being a fish out of water. Walter was born and raised in North Dakota and here he was in Switzerland surrounded by a bunch of Italians. I'm not sure if there was a language barrier or not. But, it seemed like he was having a great time. At least that's the impression I got from him when Nicolina told me the story of the wedding years later. And yes Nicolina is the woman to his left. I recognize that beehive anywhere.

    I wonder who the girl Nicolina is holding is. I'll have to ask Caterina because again I have no clue who some of the people are. Speaking of Caterina....

    It's easy to spot the bride and the groom in the photo! I'm not sure why they aren't front and center like in many of the other wedding pictures I've seen. Maybe it was their choice? I'm not sure.

    Either way the picture was taken to commemorate Giuseppe and Caterina's wedding and I thank my cousin for sharing the picture with me. She sent me other pictures from the event and it looked like everyone was happy. Caterina told me her brothers and sisters were all there along with her mother. In fact, I think that might be Concetta right behind the happy couple! Concetta might even be the woman behind Nicolina, too!

    It's hard to say for sure. I'll have to ask Caterina if she could tell me who's who. It's easy enough to spot my grandparents, my great-aunt and my great-uncle. But, part of me wonders who everyone else is in the picture.

    From what Caterina told me, the picture was taken in the September of 1969 and at that point in time my parents were dating. I think they were invited but they had classes. That's unfortunate because I knew my father really wanted to see Italy. But, you know if I had the choice between schoolwork and going to Europe, I'd pick Europe. I think the professors would understand! I jest. They were on track to becoming medical professionals. I can't fault them for being studious. I CAN fault them for leaving their medicals journal open for a certain eight year old boy to find. *Shudders*, I probably shouldn't have looked through them.....

    I really like this photograph because not only does it show an important moment in Giuseppe and Caterina's life. It shows my grandparents and my great-grandfather having a great time just before Vincenzo took ill. It was one last party before he passed away. He got to see his family one last time and I think that was a great gift for him. You never know what life may throw at you and that's why you should live and make every moment count because you never know what will happen in the future. That's what makes wedding photos and really any photo worth cherishing because life changes in an instant.

    This is definitely one picture I'll cherish for that reason and I thank Caterina for sharing it with me. My parents may not have been there. But, at least they heard the stories and now we have concrete proof that the story did in fact happened! You can't ask for a better ending than that!

See ya next time!

52 Ancestors Week 1: In the Beginning

 From Amy Johnson Crow: Week 1:

This week’s theme is “In the Beginning.” (According to “The Sound of Music,” the beginning is a very good place to start.) Who was the first person you wanted to find when you started your genealogy journey? Was there a family member who sparked your interest, maybe by giving you a bunch of genealogy “stuff”? This would be a great week to write about them!

Our whole universe was in a hot dense state....

    This year's 52 Ancestors is off to a great start and I have to thank Amy for providing a prompt which also doubles as a jumping on point for new readers. It's been a long time since I started writing this blog and this week's entry is actually my 300th blog! As a writer I know how important it can be to include a refresher so new readers can see how you got to a certain point. You see it all the time in comic books and I've been known to do a few recaps every now and then for my own webcomic. In those cases, you kind of have to repeat what has happened in the past because a reader will get lost with all the lore. And as anyone who's read the biggest comics out there know, there are decades worth of lore out there.

    Hopefully, this won't be too bad. It's a good idea to look back and see how far you've come as a genealogist and sometimes you either wince at what you did wrong or nod approvingly at some discovery you made. Looking back can be a good thing. So, let's take a minute and see just how I got to this point.

      My name is Chris and I was born in 1978 to Dr. James Ferraiolo and Diane Hamel. I'm the youngest in the family and the second oldest of ten grandchildren on my mom's side. Since I grew up in the 1980s and 1990s, you've likely seen many references to the popular culture of the era. That hasn't effected me one bit, right? Heh.....Sure it hasn't.

Dig those '70s sideburns, dad. 

     My father is, as many genealogists have said, "All Italian all the time". Basically, this means that his tree is one hundred percent Italian. Makes sense because he's the son of Italian immigrant Marco Ferraiolo and Olympia Carrabs, the daughter of two Italian immigrants named Giuseppe Carrabs and Clementina Forgione.

    My mother on the other hand is a healthy mix of French-Canadian ancestry and colonial American ancestry. Her father Robert Hamel comes from a very French-Canadian family with a teeny, tiny sliver that goes to Scotland by way of my 2nd great-grandmother, Georgianna Ross. My maternal grandmother Natalie has French-Canadian roots as well. However, there's that line from my great-grandfather Austin Felker that leads to colonial New England.

    From all of that you might have gathered that I'm some sort of New England mutt. To that, I say....You're right. Millions of Italians immigrated to the United States in the early 20th century and my ancestors were no exception. The same could be said for the French-Canadians in my tree and they were on North American soil since the 1600s. The only ones who have been in New England since the 1600s have been my ancestors on the Felker side of things.

    Through some cosmic twist of fate, everyone somehow ended up in two cities in the Merrimack River valley. This would be the cities of Newburyport and Haverhill where my parents were born. In fact, this blog gets its name from the Queen Slipper City because even the people in Newburyport were in Haverhill at one point! All roads really do lead to Rome...er...Haverhill. 

    Of course the reason why people settled there couldn't have had anything to do with the shoe and textile mills opening up at the height of the Industrial Revolution. Those mills were looking for workers and they came on the boats and on the planes.

*record scratch* Yup....That's me on my grandma's
lap.

    By the time I came around many stories I would end up hearing about happened. I was one of those kids who'd ask their grandparents a million questions about where we came from and everything. Sadly, my grandfather Marco passed away when I was four and I really don't have any memory of him. There was a silver lining, though. Marco's sister, Nicolina was around and she often filled me in on the stories her brother obviously wasn't around to tell.

    She told me stories about how they were born in the Calabrian town of San Pietro a Maida and she told me that I had family still living there. Some family members came to America while others remained in Europe and somehow they kept in touch with the family over the years. Some even went as far away as South America!  It's very rare for Italians to keep in contact with family in Europe and my great-grandfather Vincenzo made it a point stay connected with them.

    Vincenzo even had a box full of genealogical gold confirming a great deal of information. He had guest lists, naturalization papers, documents, photos and more inside what could only be described as a black box. Meanwhile, my maternal grandparents had boxes of information and pictures as well. For information on the contents of each box, please check the blog archive.

    Not to be outdone, my grandmother Olympia and her sisters (Who I call the "Little Old Italian Ladies") had stories of their own. The sisters always talked about their parents and how they were born in the Campanian town of Gesualdo. The sisters also would talk about their uncles Rocco and Pasquale who ended up in Melrose and Everett and had huge families of their own. In addition, several relatives from the Gesualdo area ended up in America and yes stories have been told about them, too! Pictures were also shared!

Nana and Papa's 50th wedding anniversary!

        My maternal side has just as many stories as my Italian side. My grandfather Robert was a staff sergeant in the U.S. Air Force and the father of six children. My grandmother Natalie was one of six children and like Ollie she was always more than happy to talk about family history.

    She told me stories about how her father Austin had ancestors who fought in nearly every major American conflict starting with the American Revolution. She told me how her mother Henrietta Legault  was one of twelve children born to mill worker Antoine Legault and Lucie Cadran.

    I'm grateful that my grandparents indulged me with the questions. How easy would it have been had they said : "Get lost, kid"? Thankfully, they didn't1

    Fast forward to 2006. By that point both of my grandmothers had passed away and my only living grandparent was my grandfather Robert. I think it was "Papa" who encouraged me to make a family tree and at that time Ancestry.com was the only game in town for tree creation. There was no geni and WikiTree wouldn't launch for another two years. I started working on the tree after he encouraged me and I got to wondering something. Were the stories I heard growing up all true? Sure I could've asked my parents about them. But, I wanted to check things out for myself!

    My great-aunt Nicolina even chimed in and said that I should see if I could find some relatives in San Pietro who could help me out. She gave me some names and I let them sit on the backburner of my mind for many years as I had no means of contacting them. Fortunately, they found me on Facebook!

Austin and Henrietta

    To the surprise of no one, my maternal side was just as accurate as my grandparents described in the family tree they made. I worked on that side first because I knew records would be relatively easy to come by. Massachusetts keeps wicked good records, kids. Remember that. We'll discuss it over coffee at Dunkies.

    The colonial American side filled up really quickly and soon the French-Canadian side followed once I signed up for WikiTree back in 2017. Up until then I was doing genealogy off and on because I was working on my webcomic and I had my own video review show where I reviewed comic books. I still checked on Ancestry every once in a while, though.

    Once I started up again, a lady who turned out to be a distant cousin on the Carrabs side uploaded what could only be described as a treasure trove of information onto Ancestry. Her name is GesualdoGenie and as the screenname implies she researched the town of Gesualdo. She went to the town and scanned virtually every birth, death and marriage record she could find. Afterward, she compiled all that data into one big 80,000 person tree on Ancestry. Included in the tree was my grandma Ollie and her complete family tree.

Giuseppe and Clementina.

    Naturally, I messaged her and she helped me fill in the Carrabs side. It grew upwards toward the 1700s and outwards in the space of a week. Through her I learned about Antenati, the Italian government's repository for every single civil record in Italy from 1809 to the early 20th century. She assured me that the records she and Antenati had were indeed legit and I rapidly filled in the tree.

    I found that the stories about Gesualdo were all true and that my personal "three siblings who came to America" story was in fact true. Some genealogists out there have a similar story where an ancestor was one of three brothers who came to America or something and those brothers went in different directions. In this case, the story was not only true. But, it was backed up with pictures! Lots of pictures!

    To say that I was on a roll would be an understatement. Nothing could stop the wild roller coaster of genealogical  finds. There was still one last thing I had to do. I needed to spit in a tube. Gross, I know. But, there's no way to sugarcoat the desire to take a DNA test. Nicolina had done one herself and she asked my father and I if we would take one, too. 

    Genealogist Mary Tedesco even got in on the act! She and I had been talking off and on for a number of years as well ever since she found me on Ancestry. Her family and mine were both from San Pietro and to make things even more interesting her grandfather was my dad's godfather! Grandpa Marco was very close to the Tedesco family. They all lived in Woburn, Mass and often visited Marco and his family in Haverhill.

    Mary had been wondering about our connection for some time since my great-grandmother was San Pietro native Maria Tedesco, the first wife of my great-grandfather Vincenzo. I'm pleased to say that we found our connection through careful research. She is my 5th cousin! The story of my connection to the Tedesco family was proven to be true!

Vincenzo Ferraiolo and Maria Tedesco

    In doing a DNA test, the floodgates really opened for discoveries. Stories ended up being confirmed left, right and center. I found connections to virtually all of Mary's relatives including Mary herself. I found descendants of people who were at my parents' wedding. I found adoptees who were trying to find their place in my ever expanding family tree. 

    I found everything except the connections my great-aunt Nicolina asked me to find. That all changed when I went to the San Pietro a Maida Facebook group and asked them for help. They found me there and we still talk to this day. Over time even more European cousins found me as I put my AncestryDNA test on MyHeritage.

    The funny thing about MyHeritage is that I uploaded my DNA there and let it sit for ages before getting any really substantial DNA matches. That was until my Swiss relatives did their DNA tests there and confirmed yet another story. This one was about how my grandfather Marco, Ollie, my great-grandfather and my great-aunt all went to Switzerland for a wedding. Little did I know that I'd meet the lady whose wedding they all went to! 

Alfred Hamel, king of swagger.

          Caterina and I stay in touch and I do my best to keep in touch with my European cousins and cousins in South America. They've been very helpful in helping me to understand the family story beyond just photographs and information I find online.

    The funny thing is that almost all of the stories I heard growing up turned out to be true. I don't know if it's because the information was fresh in their minds or if there was no reason to really embellish the stories of those who went before us.

    Whatever the case is, I'm more than grateful to see that everything has been more or less true on my family tree. I wouldn't call it boring! Read my past blogs. It's anything but boring. You'll find that drama exists even in a fully completed tree. Trust me. 

    If anything, a complete family tree leads me to more questions and that kid who used to ask a million questions still wants answers!

    And that's the story of how I got to this point on my genealogical journey and how I became a genealogist. I just wanted to see if the stories I heard were true. Did I miss a few things? Probably. Like I said. It's a condensed history of the road I took to get to this point in early 2025. If you want all the dirty details, there are a ton of blogs here to read.  As I look back I wonder what I would have thought of all the discoveries I made if I made them back in 2006. Knowing me there'd still be a great deal of excitement. It's probably best that I made them in small bursts as I'd feel overwhelmed if everything was handed to me all at once. Some things would have gotten lost in the shuffle.

    I'm just glad people were there to help me on the journey and I'm glad I have people still helping me now from cousins in Argentina and Europe to fellow genealogists on WikiTree. Genealogy doesn't have to be a solo gig and I don't think I could have gotten as far as I have without their help and guidance. Now let's see what else we can find on this journey!

Happy 300th blog, All Roads Lead to Haverhill! Here's to many more epic tales!

See ya next time!