52 Ancestors Week 35: Off to Work

From Amy Johnson Crow: Week 35:

The theme for Week 35 is “Off to Work.” Who had an unusual occupation? Do you have memories of a parent going off to work every morning? What about someone whose occupation today would be obsolete, like telephone operators?

I'll have that Starbolts comic on your desk by five.

    Jobs that don't exist any more, huh? Well, we don't see many fix-it shops like the one my great-grandfather Alfred Hamel owned around here these days. I think those went out of style along with the Maytag repairman. Thankfully, those jobs sort of evolved into different specialty shops like a computer repair shop. Side note: It was actually pretty fun going to my local computer repair shop. I mean it was named after the villainous leader of the Decepticons, Megatron. How could you not like that shop? I miss Megatron Computers.

    All kidding and Transformers references aside, there is another person in my family tree who had a job that really, really doesn't exist in today's world. My grandmother Olympia Carrabs worked as a wire winder at Western Electric.

I think hers was black and gold.

 When I was a kid, my grandmother had a phone similar to the telephone in the picture in her living room.  It was pretty neat and she let me play with it all the time. It wasn't like it was connected to anything. She also wasn't an antique phone collector. Unlike my other grandmother, she didn't really collect anything. My great-aunt Nickie on the other hand....

When I was older where she got the phone from and what the story was behind it. My grandmother, if you recall, was always up for a story. If you pointed something in her house out, she will tell you all about it. Even if it was just  a knick-knack from like Pier 1 Imports.

    She told me that the phone was a memento of a very interesting time in her life. A time when she put her housework duties aside and went to work while my father was in grammar school. I'm not going to say she was a trailblazer or anything as plenty of  other women were entering the workforce during that time. What's interesting is that she first entered the workforce in while she was in her forties.

    While it was true that my grandma Ollie was a housewife for a number of years, she joined the workforce in the  early 1960s and became a wire winder. A wire winder was someone who operates machinery to wind wire, such as copper, onto bobbins, coils, or armatures for electrical components like transformers, motors, and generators. In Ollie's case, she worked on transistors for telephones.

    I can only imagine how rough that job was because back in the early 1960s, telephones didn't have
apps where you could play a game or look at the weather. Phones back then were very different. They were even different from the touchtone phones I remember from when I was a kid in the '80s and '90s! They greatly resembled the phone in her living room.

    While wire winding still technically exists as a profession, telephones haven't used transistors and tubes in a very, very long time. 

    The story of how Ollie landed the job was really quite simple. In the post World War II era, many women were going to work after the men returned home from overseas. 

    In Haverhill, Western Electric took over an old shoe factory then eventually, a large manufacturing plant opened in North Andover, Massachusetts in 1956. It became a significant employer as over 12,000 people worked at the plant at its peak. The Merrimack Valley was already known as a major player in textile production thanks in parts to the mills that dotted the valley since the early 20th century. The plant itself served as an attempt to move on from textiles to advanced technology.

    Western Electric focused on telecommunications, innovation developed products like the aforementioned transistors and fiber optics. Everything ran smoothly until 1984 when Bell Systems was dismantled. The plant itself continued working under the AT&T banner and later Lucent Technologies. The plant became an industrial park by 2021 when Bell Systems eventually removed all of their manufacturing capabilities out.

    Ollie worked at Western Electric for a number of years before finally retiring in her sixties and she always said she had a pleasant experience working there. She took great pride in her work and that was no doubt passed down by her father who was a janitor at Pentucket Bank. 

    Any line of work would be a good job for her as far as she was concerned. In her own way she helped to make peoples' lives better by working on telephones. By the time she passed away in 2002, telephones were a lot different as we were seeing more mobile phones in the hands of consumers. 

    In the end, grandma Ollie was more than just a housewife as I said earlier. She worked hard and helped while her husband Marco did his own thing.  Around the time she was working at Western Electric, he and his sister-in-law's husband Arnold Villanucci had that motel in Salisbury. To say that both of my Italian grandparents were busy in the 1960s is a bit of an understatement.

   Anyway, it was very cool that Ollie took part in a growing field that helped to bolster the economy here in the Merrimack Valley. Again, I wouldn't say she was a trailblazer by any means. She still had a great job and she took a lot of pride in her work. In the end, that's what it's all about. If you're good at something, you should show pride in it even if it's something small because you never know what kind of an impact you might have on someone's life.

See ya next time!

52 Ancestors Week 34: Play Time

 From Amy Johnson Crow: Week 34:

The theme for Week 34 is “Play Time.” (This should be fun!) Who in your family tree had a playful demeanor? Anyone play a sport or an instrument? How about someone who was in a school play?

Be careful with that Wii Remote!

   I was initially going to write a blog this week about family game night and how we have a wide variety of board games in our house. Seriously. We have everything from "Monopoly" to "Trivial Pursuit". You name it, we likely have it. There's not really much to write about as my brother and I typically just played with our parents on rainy days like most other kids our age. Even then, our attention on those games didn't last very long.

    Instead of writing about how I trounced my brother in "Monopoly" by buying the orange properties, I'll be diving into the world of Candlepin bowling and how my parents ruled the lanes from the late 1970s to the early 2000s. Ironically enough, it was through bowling that I became interested in video games. Shocking, right? I'm such a '90s kid. 

    Before we get started, let me explain what Candlepin bowling is and how it differs from the more widely known sport. In New England and in the Canadian maritime provinces, we have a variation of bowling where we use smaller bowling balls without any holes. The pins are also taller, narrower and you guessed it are shaped like candles. Hence the name.  Apart from that, the rules are pretty much the same. We still have to wear other peoples' clown shoes. Gross.

    My father, James Ferraiolo, was always interested in hitting the lanes. He had joined various leagues in his hometown of Haverhill and when he and my mom returned to New England in the mid 1970s to raise a family, they joined the league at Park Place Lanes in Windham, New Hampshire.

    There they would bowl in either the Women's League, the Men's League or the Couple's League.  If they were really, really good they would even have a chance to be on WNDS, the local television station that aired bowling tournaments every Sunday at noon. "Candlepin Stars and Strikes" was the name of the show and thankfully you can find the action on YouTube! Check the channel out here! 

    It was fun watching my parents bowl every Monday night while I was growing up and I loved every minute of it. They did exceptionally well and eventually my brother and I were taught how to bowl. I can't say how good or bad I was. However, I could tell you that I had heart. And that would be lying. I did the best I could even though I had the coordination of a wounded gazelle. Chris was out of his element for sure.

    At least Park Place Lanes had something else for the kids to do. While our parents bowled, we had four options for fun activities. We could watch the action on the lanes. We could get laughed at mercilessly by other kids as we attempted to bowl ourselves. We could eat burgers, pizza, grilled cheese and other goodies at the restaurant called "The Alley Cat Diner". And lastly we could spend our parents' hard earned cash at the state-of-the-art arcade. 

My kingdom for a working X-Men cabinet.

    The arcade was the best option for us by far because they had the best games and while we obviously went to other arcades around the Merrimack valley, it was at Park Place Lanes that I was introduced to the likes of "Mario", "Pac-Man", "Donkey Kong" and other gaming icons.

    My brother and I would play the games and just before we went home my parents would come over and see what we were up to. I can safely say I did better at games like "X-Men" and "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles". I preferred games where you could work with someone. Plus beat 'em up games are great for stress relief if you had a really rough day at school.

    As the '80s continued, my brother and I were introduced to home consoles like the Atari 2600 and the Nintendo Entertainment System. Friends of ours had the NES and it was through that console that I grew to love not the just Mario games but the "Legend of Zelda" series as well. My parents knew that eventually we had to bring the arcade action home from the bowling alley. 

Begun, the "Console Wars" have.

In 1989, my parents bought my brother and I a Sega Genesis and we played that thing nonstop throughout the '90s. Don't worry. We let our parents play, too. Our father enjoyed playing games like "Arnold Palmer Tournament Golf" and a few other launch titles. It was fun and we played with him all the time. We also enjoyed several other titles like "Sonic the Hedgehog", "Toejam and Earl" "Ecco the Dolphin" and many, many NBA, NFL or NHL related games. In our house, the Genesis ruled over Nintendo even though we definitely liked several Nintendo games our friends were playing.

    The funniest thing in the world was showing the games and everything to Grandma Ollie whenever she came over to the house.  For the longest time Ollie was the only grandparent who was within driving distance. I don't remember if we showed the games to my dad's cousins or our great-aunts, Louise and Ellie. We might have. 

    When we got the Genesis, my brother and I were excited to show grandma the ins and outs of the system. My brother talked about the technical aspects, of course. Me? My contribution was "Look at how fast Sonic the Hedgehog goes!" Hey. Not all of us are interested in how things worked. I was just glad it did.....once I blew into the cartridge.

    In all honesty, I think she was more interested in the toys my brother and I were playing with at the time. Like the board games, we had pretty much every major toy line of the '80s and '90s represented in our rooms. We had everything from "Legos" and "Transformers" to "Masters of the Universe". I'm not sure why. I think she liked seeing us play with the toys more as we were very creative. She definitely liked the weird and not quite aerodynamic Lego spaceships I created back in the day!  

    The introduction of video games didn't end our trips to the bowling alley by any means. No, we still went there every once in a while. After a certain point we got older and my brother wanted to stay home. Jim would make dinner we dined on those lovely microwaved dinner kits from Budget Gourmet. It was never anything elaborate. Trust me. 

Wii would like to play.

    Eventually, my parents stopped bowling and by that time my brother and I created our own arcade of Genesis, Nintendo Game Cube, Wii, Game Gear, Game Boy and PC games. Those games became the highlight of every Christmas eve party as my cousins and I would play those games for hours on end. To list every game we ever had would take quite some time.

    Grandma Ollie still never quite figured the games out despite sleeping in our game den whenever she stayed over.  However, she was glad we enjoyed them.  In the end, that was all that mattered to her. She was a kind person and just enjoyed seeing her grandkids happy. Thankfully, we always finished our game before she had to go to bed!

    As for bowling? Well, even though "Wii Sports" had a bowling minigame, my father never really played it. We did play the then newest edition of "Punch Out". I just don't think the Wii was ever his thing and those motion control games really give someone a workout. Don't get me wrong. Both of my parents have tried using the Wii and everything. I think they were content to do other things. It's not like I never asked them if they wanted to play!

    Once my nephews were old enough, we went back to where the gaming adventure began. We went back to Park Place Lanes and sure enough the arcade was still there even though the roster of games changed many times. It's a lot of work maintaining thirty to forty year old arcade cabinets.

     It was amazing to me because by the 2010s arcades became a rare commodity through no fault of their own. Home video game consoles just took over the market. At least they banked on nostalgia and that kept them afloat for quite some time. We even took the kids to an actual arcade that was still operating. It was nostalgic for us and a blast for the kids! We introduced the kids to the classics and they loved every minute of it. Some things never change!

    Park Place Lanes eventually closed for good a few years ago and the memories are still fresh in my mind. My parents weren't the only ones in the family to bowl, by the way! My Aunt Linda joined in on the fun on more than a few occasions when she wasn't busy showing dogs. The alley may be gone. However, I have to give it credit for getting me excited for the gaming hobby I now enjoy and watching my parents bowl was always fun. And we did bowl together every once in a while, too. Those were good times and good memories!

See ya next time!

P.S. It's also interesting to note that after the so-called "Console Wars", Nintendo ended up publishing Sega games in various collections. Mario and Sonic have crossed paths many times. Many classic video games are also now available on various consoles and Steam. You can now have an arcade in the palms of your hand.

The image of Park Place Lanes is property of Google Earth.

52 Ancestors Week 31: Earliest Ancestor

 From Amy Johnson Crow: Week 31:

The theme for Week 31 is “Earliest Ancestor.” Who is the earliest ancestor you have identified? Of course, you don’t have to interpret the prompt that way. How about: the first “new” ancestor you discovered, the earliest one to arrive in a certain location, or even one with a surname like Earl(e)y.

I don't think I  can trace that far back. Anybody got a toga?

    Right off the bat I can tell you that this blog about the earliest ancestor in my tree is wrong. So very wrong. It didn't take too long to disprove the Magna Carta connections and to this day I still have trust issues with genealogy before 1600. So, if someone finds a connection, I'll just smile, nod and back away slowly knowing that there's a chance some line can be disproven. It's a chance we genealogists take. I'm just not gonna run around saying I'm the 23rd great-grandson of some king in England when millions of people are as well. That's great and everything. So, I think I'm gonna have to take a new approach to this week's blog.

    This week we're going to talk about the first of my ancestors to live in Haverhill, Mass. In order to figure out who that is, we're going to have to narrow things down quite a bit. The Italians in the tree didn't live in the Queen Slipper city until the 1910s. My great-grandfather Vincenzo Ferraiolo lived with his aunt and uncle for a little while before returning to Italy. His wife Maria didn't arrive with my grandfather and his sister until 1929. My great-grandparents Giuseppe Carrabs and Clementina Forgione didn't arrive until the 1910s, too. So, they're out of the running.

    My mother's side of the tree has been on North American soil since the 1600s and several of her ancestors ended up in Haverhill starting with my grandmother Natalie. However, she wasn't the earliest to live there. Not by a long shot. For this we're gonna have to go back. Way back. Back before the 1880 US census where you'd find my third great-grandparents. We'd have to go to the founding of the city itself with my 11th great-grandparents, Tristram Coffin and Dionis Stevens.

    I think I might have talked about Tristram and his wife before. While they are wildly recognized as settling the Nantucket colony in the 1600s, they had a hand in settling what would become Haverhill in 1640. Settlers from nearby West  Newbury planted roots in the area and the Merrimack valley would never be the same again! Especially after the Industrial Revolution.

    Now that I think about it if we were to take Tristram away from his 1600s life and put him in the middle of Haverhill NOW, he wouldn't recognize much. Many of the old buildings have been replaced with newer models. Then again the Peaslee Garrison House and other structures still stand. Shout-out to my friend Azure Robinson and her epic Peaslee Garrison House one place study

    Though, I think it was built after he and Dionis left for Nantucket, Mass.

    He would also see the Coffin House was still standing in nearby Newbury. 

    As far as Haverhill itself goes? Yeah, he wouldn't see anything recognizable for a while even though the Haverhill Historical Society has taken great pains to preserve much of the city's past even if some modern roads took the place of older roads.

    Haverhill in the 1600s must have been a completely different place. For some reason I'm picturing something like "Back to the Future Part III" when Marty McFly went to Hill Valley in 1885. The only difference is that there'd be less desert there. There would be more wooded areas and even the Merrimack river itself would look different. And cleaner. Let's address the elephant in the room. We all know the effects all that industrial waste had on the Merrimack. The river would be VERY clean. I still wouldn't swim in it.

    I would also see a culture that's very different to what I'm used to in the 21st century. Our world was very different in the 1600s. Some things changed over time and some things stayed the same.

Ye olde Haverhill

    In the centuries since Tristram lived in Haverhill, the town became a city thanks to the Industrial Revolution like I said. Other things changed as well. Immigrants from all over the world flocked to the city once the factories needed cheap labor.

   The Coffins might actually be impressed by Haverhill these days to be honest. I mean people live much longer lives now and homes are much more comfortable. Everything a person needs would be at their finger tips.

    Then again, they might say certain things are like witchcraft. For example, I'm typing this blog on a machine that's able to transmit messages on a vast worldwide network instantaneously. For a person living in the 1600s, the technology in 2025 would be indistinguishable from magic.

    At least he would see hope for the future. I don't know about telling him about a certain revolution that takes place one hundred years after his death.... Sorry, sweetie. Spoilers. 

    If I were to go back that far, I'd probably have to keep quiet with what I know. Every bit of fiction has strict rules for time travel and not messing with the timeline would be a good thing to do. I'd probably just be content to watch the events from inside the Tardis just to be on the safe side, you know. 

    In any case, there would definitely be a culture shock for me and the Stevenses. The world was very different in the 1600s and our world today would be very different for them. Still, I'd like to think that they'd be amazed at their lasting legacy. They helped to build a town that became a city in the 1800s and then a haven for immigrants from every nation on the planet. That's pretty amazing and it makes me wonder what kind of a legacy we'd leave behind for people in say the 24th century. 

    Who knows?  

    So, those are the earliest Haverhill residents I have in my tree. Whether they knew it or not, they set the stage for what was to come. Eventually all roads led to the city and it made me and countless other people possible. It's amazing isn't it? You dig a hole to make a foundation one day and centuries later a city was formed on that foundation. That's pretty fantastic.

See ya next time!

52 Ancestors Week 29: Cousins

 From Amy Johnson Crow: Week 29: Cousins

The theme for Week 29 is “Cousins.” As genealogists, we know that there are more kinds of cousins than just the children of our aunts and uncles. This week, write about a cousin – no matter how “distantly” they are related to you!

What a motley crew.

    Cousins are awesome. There's no doubt about that because they're your first friends! If you're the youngest of the cousins in your family,  you're usually told stories about just how crazy your family truly is and if you're the oldest you get to tell the kids about how grandma's dolls come to life every night and rearrange the furniture. Not saying I've ever done that. However, I needed to make up some kind of story behind grandma Natalie's creepy dolls. They had nothing on "Annabelle".

    As you might have guessed, I'm one of the older cousins in my family. My brother Jim is the oldest of Robert and Natalie's grandkids and we have eight first cousins. That's only the tip of the iceberg! My family is huge. REALLY huge and getting everyone together in one place is like herding cats. I grew up with cousins on both sides of the tree and knew many of my second cousins. To list them all would take some time. I've even known about some cousins long before I ever took a DNA test. Stories were told about these cousins through the family grapevine and one such cousin is genealogist Mary Tedesco.

Maria Tedesco and family

    Mary shares almost the same name as my great-grandmother Maria Tedesco and when other genealogists look at my family tree I'm always asked if I'm related to Mary. If I had a nickel.... 

I know full well that "Tedesco" is a common Italian name like "Coppola". Here's the thing. A common name in one country, doesn't necessarily mean it's common in one small Italian town.

    I can say with absolute certainty that Mary Tedesco is a cousin of mine. There is no doubt about it. Our families were paisanos from the Calabrian town of San Pietro a Maida.  It goes a little bit more than just being countrymen, of course. I should probably explain from the beginning.

    I first heard about Mary when my father was talking about how my grandfather Marco was close with a man named Edward Tedesco. Edward hailed from the same Calabrian town as my grandfather and lived in Woburn, Mass with his very large family. Edward also had several brothers and sisters who also lived in the area. To make things even more interesting, Edward was named my father's godfather when he was born in 1947. Sufficed it to say, the families were close. Ah, but this is only the tip of the iceberg.

    My parents told me the story about how Edward and several members of the Woburn Tedesco family were invited to my parents' wedding in 1971. Marco made it a point to invite all of the Italians to the gathering. These were mostly Marco and grandma Ollie's relatives. Several people came to the party and my parents even got a wedding gift from one of the Tedescos. My dad mentioned Edward's granddaughter Mary who was about my age and I thought nothing of it for years. It was one of those things you just kept in the back of your mind and let simmer.

    Years went by and I registered on Ancestry.com. I created a family tree there in 2006 and let that simmer. I wasn't getting many hints for the Italian side of the tree aside from the information another genealogist name Mary found for the Carrabis families in Gesualdo. I was going nowhere fast with my dad's paternal side at that point and I let the tree sit there and cook on Ancestry.  What else could I do? I did talk to my great-aunt Nickie and she confirmed a lot of what my father told me about the Tedescos. She just didn't know the exact connection we had and I thought that was odd.

  Some more time passed and I got an e-mail in 2011 saying I had a private message on Ancestry. It was from a user named "Mmtedesco". I logged onto Ancestry and this lady named Mary sent me a message.

    Mary said that she saw my grandfather Marco in my tree along with his mother, Maria. Her grandfather Edward told her that we were all related. Edward must have told her the same stories my father and Nickie told me. And like me she had no idea what our connection was. Edward had fond memories  of growing up with Marco and that Marco was a godfather to one of her uncles. She asked if I'd be willing to swap info with her and of course I jumped at the chance! Who wouldn't?

    I wrote back to her and she said Edward had many great memories about Marco, my father and everyone else in the family. We talked for a bit and things went silent for a few years. I had no idea what happened. Life must have gotten in the way. That and Ancestry's messaging system was not as instantaneous as I would have liked back then. 

    Nevertheless, we still tried to stay in contact. Though, I probably should have added her to my Facebook back then. It would have made life so much easier. We still messaged each other on the site and I updated her on a few things. I found that her grandfather passed away in 2016 and offered my condolences. It's a shame we never got to meet face to face because the dude drew comics. I would have LOVED to have met him! 

Yup. Still 50% pesto.

    By 2017, we still hadn't found the connection. Mary invited me to her Facebook group and I saw that she was a pretty big deal in the genealogy community. She cohosted "Genealogy Roadshow" on PBS and had an amazing blog.

    While doing a search for my great-grandfather Vincenzo, I found a blog she wrote about the first Italian-American Thanksgiving and in it she mentioned Vincenzo, Maria and their family. I remember her writing about how her family went to Vincenzo's house in Haverhill to have Thanksgiving there. According to Nicolina, that was one of many family get-togethers. Check the blog out here!

    I asked Mary about the blog and she said that it was one of the many memories her grandfather had. She then asked if my father and I would ever do a DNA test on Ancestry. I asked my dad (who was talking to Nicolina at the time about the same topic!) and we decided to take the test. What did we have to lose?

    My father and I took our tests and sure enough we matched Mary and countless other members of her family. There are just too many to list. I checked my dad's match list and he had more matches at greater cM ranges. Then an idea popped in my head. What if I had access to Nicolina's test? Nicolina and her daughter Cathie were more than happy to let me see her test results and sure enough Mary and her family were on the list with one of Edward's sisters leading the pack at a hefty 133 cMs. DNA does not lie. There is a connection!

    I asked Mary about that match and she wasn't sure what to tell me. She still wasn't sure what our connection was. So, I decided  right there to make it my mission to find that connection and I believe I finally found it after so many years. It only took digging through the entire San Pietro a Maida archive and using new features at Ancestry and DNApainter to do it. It was a process that took a long time and many years. I think we can all agree I had vested interest in finding the connection.

     Using the tools at my disposal, I put everyone into a probability tree on DNApainter. I used my great-aunt as a basis for everything since she had the highest number of matches and the strongest matches in general. I put the tree together and it told me that one hypothesis was probably the most likely reason why there was a connection.

    To confirm this I had to do some good old fashioned genealogy and probably annoyed some of the family in Italy in the process. If I did that, I am so sorry! Either way, I knew from my research that Edward had a father named Giuseppe. He was the one who initially moved to Woburn and everything in the 1920s.

    My first inclination was to ask the family in Italy if my second great-grandfather Antonio had a brother named Giuseppe. He did not.  I asked the commune office in San Pietro a Maida about Giuseppe's parents and found that they were Fortunato Tedesco and Caterina Butruce. Fortunato's parents turned out to be Giuseppe Tedesco and Caterina Rocca. At this point I was in the 1840s and still hadn't found the connections. I tried not to let my frustration get the better of me. I was so close I could feel it! I ended up digging through the archives and found three Giuseppe Tedescos who could have been Fortunato's father. One kid was born in the 1830s and the other was born in 1843. As weird as it sounds those were the only two people named Giuseppe Tedesco that I found in the entire archive who were possibly the father. There was one Giuseppe Tedesco born in 1844 and the names of his parents didn't synch with what I had in my tree. See what I mean about common names being not that common in some places?

Archivo Stato Civile di San Pietro a
a Maida, Catanzaro. 
1843 births. #35.

    To make a long story short, the Giuseppe Tedesco I found born on May 6th, 1843 was the child of Tommaso Tedesco and Cecilia Cassese, my 4th great-grandparents. This meant that Mary was likely my 4th cousin once removed or a 5th cousin. This also meant that Edward and his sisters were third cousins to Marco and Nicolina as evidenced by her DNA matches with them.

    The other Giuseppe Tedesco  born in 1834 had different parents. They were Giuseppe Tedesco and Catarina Gullo. While I do have a connection to the Gullo family, it seemed more logical to me that the 1843 Giuseppe was Maria's ancestor based on Nicolina's matches with her great-aunt and the sheer volume of matches. Like I said before. She matched virtually every single member of Mary's family and all of them are a solid match.

    Now, I could be mistaken. I could have some error or something else I couldn't have foreseen. This is a lucky guess and it's a solid one. Whatever the case is, it's clear that Mary and I are cousins. The paper trail and DNA evidence proved it without a shadow of a doubt.

    Once I solved the puzzle, I showed it to several other genealogists and they came to the same conclusion I made and agreed with my assessment. I showed Mary herself and I'm hoping she liked my discovery. I have yet to hear from her on that front. The really cool thing is that the discovery about the connection coincided with a discovery in my parents' wedding album. In the guestbook were the signatures of one of Mary's ancestors and several of her great-aunts who eventually had their DNA tested on Ancestry as well.

    Many people say I have a lot of determination to get things done and I do. I'm not going to lie. I had real vested interest in finding my connection to Mary because of the stories my father and others told me, the various gifts the family received and all that. DNA matches was one thing, this was something else. This was an attempt to solve a very old riddle and I'm glad I solved it with some help from some amazing friends and family. I found many cousin connections over the years and this one was the most important one I had to solve and I'm glad I finally solved it. At least I hope I did!

See ya next time!

52 Ancestors Week 28: Travel

 From me: Oh, the places you'll go. That's not just a Dr. Suess book. Where have your ancestors traveled over the course of their lives? Did they go to another state? Another country? Write about their exploits below! Just remember whatever happened in Vegas STAYS in Vegas!

WE'RE ON A BOAT!

    Traveling is a fun way to see the world and experience new things. We live on a small blue planet that's rich in many different cultures and ways of life. If you have the means you should get out there every once in a while and experience all that this world has to offer. One of my friends has visited almost every single continent and at the time of this writing he plans on visiting Africa. I wonder if he'll find Pride Rock from the "Lion King" there. There really is so much to see out there in just one lifetime.

    As for me, it's safe to say that my ancestors have traveled around the world whenever they had the chance. Some people traveled for work. Some people traveled for vacation. Sometimes ancestors of mine have made it a point to turn a travel destination into a vacation home. I think it's time to talk about how a trip to the most magical place on Earth was also a trip to both of my grandmother's houses.

    My grandmother Olympia may have made Haverhill, Mass her home. However, she and her husband Marco had a winter home in Stuart, Florida.  Yes, I know that this technically makes my grandparents "snowbirds" and everything. It is what it is. Older people generally don't like being cold and even my grandpa Bob had a home in Florida. There's nothing wrong with visiting the Sunshine state from time to time. Just watch out for the snakes, freak rainstorms and crazy people. Caution: Crazy people isn't just a Florida thing!

    I honestly don't remember Ollie's house in Florida that well. I have vague memories of her sharing the place with her sisters Louise and Ellie after Marco had passed away. It was around that time that we decided to visit Ollie and her sisters and visit the Magic Kingdom, Sea World and all the attractions that were there at the time.

    From what my parents remember, getting there was not easy. We unfortunately had a delay and we were stuck at Boston's Logan International Airport. Now, picture my parents with two young children sitting in the terminal getting antsy because we were going nowhere fast. I don't really remember what caused the delay. I have a feeling it might have had something to do with the weather in Boston since it was winter time and winter usually meant a lot of snow in New England. Because we didn't have screens to entertain ourselves, my parents made sure we had plenty of books to read and for the most part we were quiet. At least I hope we were. I just remember getting my fill of the "Garfield" books I had in my backpack. That orange cat never failed to disappoint.

Yes, I'm wearing a DC shirt despite being
a Marvel fanboy. =D

    Eventually, we made it to Florida and as luck would have it my other grandparents were enjoying their stay in the Sunshine state as well! Grandpa Robert and my grandmother Natalie were at their home in Holiday. This meant that we'd have to find the time to go from the east coast of the state to the west coast and still get to the Magic Kingdom all in the space of a couple weeks. Could it be done? Well, when you wish upon a star.....

    Our first stop in our tour of Florida was of course Ollie's house. The other little old Italian ladies were there as well and I remember watching them all eating lunch at the kitchen island. For some reason they were all standing up. I have no idea why and this was decades before people were told it's better to stand at a desk rather than sit at one. It was one of those things they did that made them so endearing. After a quick visit, it was off to Orlando in our fashionable rental car that smelled weird. Like Florida weird.

    We went to Disney and had a great time. I distinctly remember going on Figment's imagination ride in EPCOT and well...that might explain a few things. No, I didn't drink the water! But, I did make it a point to get as plushie version of that dragon. He was awesome! And still is! Dragons are cool.

    Dragons aside we also went to Sea World while we were there we got to see the then current iteration of  legendary orca named "Shamu". I guess it's true what they say. Shamu can never die. Only the whales who portray her. Seeing the orcas and dolphins were cool and all. But, I think I'd rather see them out in the wild rather than in captivity. Still was a treat. After our visit it was then time to go to the left coast of Florida and to my other grandparents' house.

So, you gonna free us orrr.....?

`   I don't really remember much about the visit to my grandparents' house in Holiday. I do remember talking to them about the trip and asking them if they were going to come back north since my brother and I missed them. I seem to recall seeing my grandmother's collection of creepy dolls for the first time while we were there. It was the first encounter with her life-like dolls and it definitely wasn't going to be the last! Wherever they went, those dolls followed them. There was no escape! They were just so life-like and creepy looking. To a six year old they were pure nightmare fuel! It's a good thing we never inherited them! 

       After a tearful goodbye we made our way back to Salem and thankfully things went a lot smoother. No flights were delayed. There was even an in-flight movie. Of course I don't remember what it was. It was the mid 1980s. It could have been "Airplane!" for all I know. Actually, that wouldn't have been bad. Who doesn't like Leslie Nielsen?

Spaceship Earth! We have a pic of it from
when it was under construction!

    This was just one of the trips my family and I have taken together. We love to travel and I hope one day I get to extend my traveling experience to places outside this hemisphere. Where would I go? Well, I think we all know the answer to that one. The possibilities are endless. I love to travel and this world has so many places to see and many people to meet.

    I am glad I have those memories of traveling to Florida. I'll admit I was young and I don't remember a whole lot about what happened. But, those memories I do have stayed with me because that was the first trip I actually remember. And pics like the ones I've shared today help bring those memories back to the surface.

   Traveling can make you appreciate more of what this world has to offer and I'm glad I got a chance to go. Regrettably, I haven't been to Disney since the 1980s. But, that's okay. We had other exploits that make Disney look like a walk on the beach. Perhaps one day I'll talk about the trips to the Bahamas and Aruba. At least the visit to the Magic Kingdom was unique. I haven't been back since even though my brother took his family there a few years ago. Perhaps one day I'll return and check out the Marvel and Star Wars attractions. Wow, Disney REALLY has changed since I last visited forty years ago. The most magical place on Everyone! 

See ya next time!    

52 Ancestors Week 27: Family Business

 From Amy Johnson Crow: Week 27:

The theme for Week 27 is “Family Business.” Do you have an ancestor who ran his or her own business? What about a trade that seems to run in the family? This is a good week to write about them!

"On this the day of my daughter's wedding...."

   As strange as it sounds, I don't really have any family businesses in my family tree unless you count the laborers in Italy. I do have people who owned a business or two, though. My great-grandfather Alfred Hamel had a fix-it shop in Newburyport and none of his children ever took over the business. When Alfred passed away in 1962 that was the end of the Fix-It shop. For true family businesses, we're going to have to cast a wider net to the rest of my family tree because there's one collateral relative or two who definitely meet the criteria for family business. 

    Two of Giovanni Coppola's children had businesses of their own and only one of them has lasted to this very day.  For those of you keeping score, Giovanni was the first cousin of my second great-grandmother Caterina Coppola. He was responsible for inviting several people to Haverhill, Mass including my great-grandfather Vincenzo, his wife and their children.

    To make a long story short, he had two children who went on to have very, very different family businesses. His son Frank owned and operated the Coppola bus company in Haverhill until his death in 1979. His children continued the business and they ran it until 2019 when it was sold to North Reading Transport.

    Meanwhile, Giovanni's daughter Concetta married a man named Guido Pitocchelli who started his own funeral home business with his brother in nearby Lawrence, Massachusetts and as amazing as it seems that funeral home still operates today albeit under a slightly different name. These days it's known as the Pitocchelli Bros & Joseph A Langone Jr Funeral Home. Times change, I guess. But, back in the day my family had a close and unfortunate connection with the funeral home.

    When my great-grandmother Maria Tedesco passed away in the March of 1943, the Pitocchelli funeral home hosted the funeral and almost every single Italian in Haverhill at the time was there. At least that's what it feels like when I look at the list of who all went to the service.

    When I first found the list in my great-grandfather's toolbox, I wondered why the funeral was in Lawrence and not in Haverhill. You would think they'd have gone to one of the many places in Haverhill to have a service. After all, Maria was buried in Saint Patrick's cemetery in Haverhill.  So, why did they go to Lawrence for the service?

    The only thing I can think of is that maybe it had to do with the familial connection? Vincenzo was a cousin of Concetta and Concetta was married to the funeral director. Because of that link, Vincenzo and Guido were likely friends. So, he might have offered to have the service in Lawrence rather than in Haverhill. I'm sure there's another reason for it. But, that's the only thing I can think of at the moment.

Giovanni Coppola in his grocery store.

        Even though Concetta and Guido's son, Sabatino didn't go into the family business, the Pitocchelli funeral home does count as a family business. It was owned and operated by the family and they provided a tremendous service to Lawrence and of course nearby Haverhill much like Giovanni's grocery store.

    I'm not sure when the name changed. I would think it happened shortly after Guido passed away in 1995. Concetta passed away in 2007. She likely had to deal with the sale, name changes and all the headaches that come with a business changing hands.  It is nice that the name is still there after all these years as it gives the funeral home a lasting legacy. Though, I will admit I had to check the spelling of Pitocchelli more than a few times as I was writing the blog.

    It's good to know that there are some family businesses somewhere in the tree as there's a legacy surrounding them. When you look at a restaurant that's been open since the 1920s, you want to learn more about its story. Who started it? Why? Who owns it now? It's nice to see some legacy companies around and it makes me want to learn more about it. Sadly, I haven't been able to find much on the funeral home. Their website doesn't go into their history that much and it's a shame because I bet it's got a long and storied history. To each their own, I guess. At least the funeral home was there for my grandfather's family at a very sad moment of their lives and that it was run by family as well. I think that maybe helped with their loss since family was around to support them in their time of need.

See ya next time!

Picture of the Coppola family is from O'Malley, Patricia Trainor. "Italians in Haverhill". pg 98

52 Ancestors Week 26: Favorite Name

 From Amy Johnson Crow: The theme for Week 26 is “Favorite Name.” Whether it’s the name of a favorite ancestor or you just like the way it sounds, many of us have a name in our family tree that makes us smile. This is a good week to write about the person with that name.

Zebulon Drew will always be an "S" tier name. Facts.

    According to my archive it's been four years since I last talked about a favorite name in my family tree. Zebulon Drew still ranks among the top ten all these years later just on the star power of the name alone. Like I said in the blog, the name sounds like it belongs to the lead singer of a Nordic Metal band. I know that isn't the case. But, if I ever decided to form a metal band I would so call it "Zebulon Drew". It'd be original! 

    In any case, it's time to once again look at the "Big Book of Baby Names" to see what names really stand out in my family tree. As you all know, I have a healthy mix of French, English and Italian names to choose from. There's no shortage of people named "Paolo", "Jacques" and "Maria". Some names end up repeating themselves and sometimes the same name appear as second great-grandparents albeit in different languages. This week we're going to talk about Antonio Tedesco and Antoine Legault, my two "Tony" 2nd great-grandparents!

Antonio Tedesco and
Domenica Gullo.

    I've always thought it was pretty cool how I have two guys named "Anthony" as second great-grandparents. Of course both names are in different languages. Antoine is a very French name and Antonio is Italian. Both names would be anglicized to "Anthony" if they were to go to America or any other English speaking country. 

    As it is, only one of the Tonies ever went to America and that would be Antoine. More on him later.

    Antonio here couldn't be more different from Antoine. For starters he was twenty-five years younger than Antoine. When Antonio was born in 1876, Antoine had been married to his wife Lucie Cadran for two years at that point and had two daughters, Lucy and Melvina. 

    I will say this. At least both men were born in July in their respective towns. Antonio was born on July 23rd, 1876 in San Pietro a Maida and Antoine was born on July 28th, 1851 in Riguad, Quebec. That's another amazing coincidence! My family tree is full of them. Sadly, this is where the similarities start to end.

  

      Unlike Antoine, Antonio never went to America. He spent his life in San Pietro. He married Maria Domenica Gullo in 1899 and had at least three children that I know of with her. One of those children did end up going to Haverhill, Mass and that lucky lady was my great-grandmother, Maria who was born the same year Antoine passed away.

    It's a shame Antoine passed away so young. As I've said before, he worked in a factory in Haverhill and passed away just after his son Oliver was born. That's another thing. Antoine had way more children than Antonio did. He and Lucie had thirteen children together from 1874 to 1901. That's a lot of people to keep track of!

    Fortunately, Massachusetts has great records and I have a ton of DNA matches who descend from Antoine. They've all been able to confirm bits of information here and there and share enough stories that I've been able to piece together his and Lucie's life together in Haverhill. However, I haven't been able to find pictures of either of them and I hope a cousin out there has one!

    I think finding a picture of Antoine might be a little bit harder than finding one for Lucie. Any photo of Antoine would have to be a tintype. Getting your picture taken in his day was also very expensive. So, who knows if he had his picture taken. I'm hoping he did. Fingers and toes are crossed on that front. At the very least, I am hoping Lucie had her picture taken. One never knows!

    Back to the two Anthonys. Antonio may not have had as many children as Antoine. However, I've been told he was a good man by his great-grandchildren who still live in San Pietro. And I can sort of see where my ears came from when I look at his picture.  It doesn't help that my grandfather Robert ALSO had two radar dishes attached to his head. Sigh. I was doomed from the start, gang.

Check out the two Tonies!

    Anyway, it's nice having two guys named Anthony in the tree at the second great-grandparent level. Both men were similar in name and they came from somewhat similar backgrounds. They may have been born in two very different parts of the world but, their cultures were more or less the same. French-Canadians and Italians are Catholic, love wine and are known to tell really good albeit LONG stories. I have a feeling that if Antoine and Antonio ever met they'd be good friends once the language barrier was broken. They might even bond over how common their last names are in their respective homelands!

    Having the name "Anthony" on my tree in two different languages has the added benefit of showing everyone just how similar two different sides of a family tree can be. While the names come from two different cultures, they're still fundamentally similar in the way they act and the religion they practiced. It's an amazing coincidence that both men ended up being my 2nd great-grandparents and to me it'll always be cool how that turned out. Who wouldn't love having an Antonio on one side of the tree and an Antoine on the other side? 

 See ya next time!

P.S. I also have several people named Anthony further down the tree. Notably Antoine's son, Anthony and Antoine's grandson Anthony. On the Italian side of things I have Antonio Carrabis, son of Rocco Carrabis and Antonio Forgione, son of Pasquale Forgione.

52 Ancestors #23: Wedding Bells

 From Amy Johnson Crow: Week 23:

The theme for Week 23 is "Wedding Bells." Do you have a favorite ancestral wedding photo? What about an ancestor who heard wedding bells multiple times?

DING.....DONG!

    Amy sure has a way of timing these prompts just right. Not only is today my grandfather Bob's birthday. Today is also my grandparents' Bob and Natalie's  77th wedding anniversary! My grandmother always said that they picked that date so he'd never forget. Smart woman! We do have several pics from their wedding in our archives. Join me as we take a trip to Haverhill, Massachusetts on June 5th 1948!

Look at this motley crew.

    This picture is probably one of my favorite pictures from their wedding because not only is my great-grandfather Austin there along with the other Felkers. There's a story that goes with the dresses the ladies all wore. Rather than buying all of the dresses, my grandmother and her sisters handmade each dress and the accessories that went with them. Nana had serious stitching skills. Unfortunately, that meant that each of her ten grandkids got wooly sweaters for Christmas every year. Man, they itched....

    I digress. I can also identify everyone in the picture, too. In the front from left to right we have Natalie's sister, Dorothea, Dorothea's daughter Brenda and Natalie's sister Eleanor. In the back, we have from left to right my grandfather's uncle Donald Laplante, his brother Alfred Hamel, my grandparents Bob and Natalie, Natalie's sister Elaine, my great-grandfather Austin and my grandmother's brother Norman.

    Whew. That's quite a crew.  Everyone's all dressed to the nines and looking quite spiffy. If Gentlemen's Warehouse was around in the 1940s, I'd say they'd like the way they looked. I guarantee it.  It's a great picture and even though I could colorize it, I've never bothered to because I think we have a color version of this picture somewhere. It's a priceless gem like this next photo.

    I have a feeling this picture was taken after the ceremony. My grandfather's wearing the same tux he had on in the wedding party photo. My grandmother wisely changed out of her dress and put something that was a bit more comfortable on. Let's face it. Late spring in Massachusetts gets pretty muggy and there is no way my grandmother was going to party in that hot dress for a long time. She wouldn't have made it past the DJ playing the chicken dance song.

    Nah. I doubt they had the chicken dance at their wedding. They had style. They had class. And the fact that the song wasn't written then. John Phillip Sousa on the other hand? That would be a "Yes". My grandfather was a HUGE fan of his work.  He collected everything John Phillip Sousa ever wrote. What can I say? My grandfather had great taste in music.

    Though, I am a bit curious about why he kept VHS copies of "Golf's Funniest Moments" lingering around for decades. He had great taste in music. But, he kept a lot of weird stuff.

    It was very cool how both of my grandparents included all of their siblings in the wedding. The ones in the wedding party weren't the only ones helping out. Nope. All of their brothers and sisters participated in one way or another. Some of them handled the flowers. Some of them helped with the tuxes. It was pretty clear that both families worked together to give Bob and Natalie the wedding of their dreams. 

    I do wish that I had more pictures from the wedding. There might be more of them in the boxes my aunt gave me in 2020. There are albums there and I haven't gotten through everything. Once I have some time, I'll be sure to check it out. For now I have these two great gems in my collection.

    All in all these wedding pictures are fantastic. My grandparents obviously had no idea that their marriage would produce six children and that those kids would give them ten grandchildren and eventually many great-grandchildren. It's quite a legacy that got its start on one late spring day in 1948. Happy anniversary, Nana and Papa!

And I'll see you all next time!