tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72743367398350873472024-02-18T20:13:19.597-06:00Nolichucky RootsA genealogy blog focused on families settling in East Tennessee and the Northern Neck of Virginia with explorations of Rusyn roots.Susan Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02009218875010743399noreply@blogger.comBlogger412125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7274336739835087347.post-30352775177466026272021-09-28T14:35:00.004-05:002021-09-28T14:35:41.787-05:00Uncle Earl Left His Mark<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">One of the things I love most about blogging is connecting with others who are interested in the people and places I write about. Ten years ago I posted about my Williams great-grandparents' home in Johnson City, Tennessee. The present owners of the house found the post and we exchanged information and photos. It gave me great joy to think the house was in the hands of a family that loved it.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgytISRSsxh6yWhBrDV2gZeCTWXmB0fPhzkUlC-FnFNHdWLNCMFPw8IKrddASUOsI6bBNhCFLChwQSLU86Clj9zllP2bHYk2xMbqOyqbW3ffRwaW3GPsb-eSLjQIidBR2jNED9XRYxBPpd2/s2180/Williams+house+c+1910.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1360" data-original-width="2180" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgytISRSsxh6yWhBrDV2gZeCTWXmB0fPhzkUlC-FnFNHdWLNCMFPw8IKrddASUOsI6bBNhCFLChwQSLU86Clj9zllP2bHYk2xMbqOyqbW3ffRwaW3GPsb-eSLjQIidBR2jNED9XRYxBPpd2/w400-h250/Williams+house+c+1910.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">411 W. Maple, c. 1911</td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Last week I got a new email from them, sharing a recent find. With their permission I am posting it here. While working on a shared wall between the kitchen and dining room they found a penciled signature reading "Earl W". The rest of the name was painted over, but there is no doubt my great-uncle Earl Williams (1892-1915) left his name there. According to their research, the house had extensive work done in 1907, about the time my family moved there. Earl would have been 15, old enough to share in the work with his father, older brother, and uncle. </div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYB3kuNFycilRsPncTXLiUw40wdzE9_ChplYgH-t4ClCT2roejoyds6cdWg2j-lSgPhfPddHPdq2Zn8vH6r1yY9VesKZlVraTFqF3Q8ZzCnpI4CcGyYFSsEdvFiafTV3jk2bwSTOYw2cRq/s2048/Earl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYB3kuNFycilRsPncTXLiUw40wdzE9_ChplYgH-t4ClCT2roejoyds6cdWg2j-lSgPhfPddHPdq2Zn8vH6r1yY9VesKZlVraTFqF3Q8ZzCnpI4CcGyYFSsEdvFiafTV3jk2bwSTOYw2cRq/w300-h400/Earl.jpg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Uncle Earl's pencil signature on a door casing, found in 2021. </td></tr></tbody></table><br />I teared up when I saw this, and am most grateful to the lovely caretakers of this old house for recording and sharing it. The house looks better than ever today.<div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BbsRGHPwvhk/YVNgZIonHLI/AAAAAAAApX4/OIU4Tp662FAWc2VTPBUVfzsZEG6UDbfuACLcBGAsYHQ/s1717/Maple%2BStreet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1309" data-original-width="1717" height="244" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BbsRGHPwvhk/YVNgZIonHLI/AAAAAAAApX4/OIU4Tp662FAWc2VTPBUVfzsZEG6UDbfuACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Maple%2BStreet.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The house on Maple Street today. </td></tr></tbody></table><br /> <p></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">This post originally appeared on <a href="http://www.nolichuckyroots.blogspot.com/">Nolichucky Roots</a>.</div>Susan Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02009218875010743399noreply@blogger.comJohnson City, TN, USA36.3134397 -82.35347278.0032058638211581 -117.5097227 64.623673536178842 -47.1972227tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7274336739835087347.post-75445286782837096342021-09-04T13:03:00.004-05:002021-09-04T13:09:22.013-05:00So Glad They Got Married<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WEQYqiB7msQ/Tl_rmddU_sI/AAAAAAAAbN4/r6RGU4HasJgJyCQvLWTVP2Ay0lPEtVfXwCPcBGAYYCw/s781/16133421364_gtrNz.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="Wedding portrait of Carolyn and Andy Popp. She is in full bridal regalia. He is wearing a suit. They are standing in the living room of her parents' home in Morristown, Tennessee." border="0" data-original-height="781" data-original-width="429" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WEQYqiB7msQ/Tl_rmddU_sI/AAAAAAAAbN4/r6RGU4HasJgJyCQvLWTVP2Ay0lPEtVfXwCPcBGAYYCw/w352-h640/16133421364_gtrNz.jpg" width="352" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Carolyn Sawyer and Andrew Popp, 4 September 1954</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>Today would have been my parent's 67th wedding anniversary. I've never done a blog post about their wedding. Not even a photograph. It's time. </div><div><br /></div><div>They were married at her parents home by her parents' Baptist minister in a civil ceremony attended by her family and friends. More on that. Following the wedding they spent a very quiet honeymoon at Myrtle Beach recovering. There was never a photo of their wedding anywhere in their home. The one wedding album was tucked away in a bookshelf. The day was acknowledged as we got older, but never celebrated in any big way. It was a private time and memory for them, though as we grew older they spoke of it in response to our questions. They remained married until my mother's death in 1999. It was, most days, a good marriage, with sacrifices on both sides. But they had enormous love, devotion and respect for one another. Theirs was the model I have used for my own 42 years of marriage. </div><div><br /></div><div>Mother and Daddy met in Washington, DC after college. Both worked at the Navy Department, though that's not how they met. Both finished school and very deliberately chose to NOT return to the towns and families they'd grown up with. Both loved those families fiercely. </div><div><br /></div><div>Dad's best friend was dating Mother's roommate and suggested they meet. His motives weren't pure. Mother never left the apartment and he was hoping for time alone with his girlfriend (later wife). So Dad phoned her, they chatted and he asked her out for a beer. She declined, but graciously enough that he called back. And back. And back. Same story. Finally he asked Ted who asked Margaret who asked Mother why she wouldn't go out with him if she was willing to spend hours on the phone. She answered, "I don't drink beer." Dad called and invited her for coffee. She accepted. The rest is history. </div><div><br /></div><div>They were from wildly different backgrounds, but met a need in each other beyond their obvious attraction and love. Daddy, child of Eastern European Catholic immigrants, wanted an "American" wife as he assimilated into mainstream culture. Mother, rejecting the bigotry and narrow parochialism of her very southern, pre-civil rights childhood, wanted someone "other". Neither family was thrilled, but my father's family very quickly recognized and accepted the relationship. </div><div><br /></div><div>Not so my mother's. At least not her mother. Mother had moved back to Tennessee for graduate school. She was teaching and weighing two different proposals. She loved both men. Deeply. We spoke of those days of decision many times as I got older. She was very, very clear about her decision and her reasoning. And that it was the most difficult decision of her life. </div><div><br /></div><div>Once made, she turned to planning the wedding. Whatever subtle opposition her mother had expressed to her daughter marrying a Catholic first generation American was made clear. No member or friend of my father's family was invited, other than Ted, the best man. My grandmother never mailed those invitations. She cancelled florists and musicians. She launched a full out campaign to derail the wedding. My mother was heartsick, ill, but determined. Daddy finally showed up, uninvited and unwelcome, and announced that if they could not be married at home as Mother wished, then they would be married in his Byzantine Catholic Church in Binghamton, NY. His mother was fully capable and willing to put on the wedding and his priest had already consented. At that point my grandfather, utterly uninvolved by choice, finally spoke up and ordered my grandmother to cease her sabotage efforts and put together the wedding their daughter wanted. More or less. It did not include Daddy's immigrant family. The two families met for the first time at my sister's wedding, decades later. </div><div><br /></div><div>The effects of this were long-lasting. My father spent very little time visiting my mother's parents. The excuse was always he was working, but the truth told later to us as adults, was that it was easier for Mother to be there with us and without him. She still adored her family, they adored her, and by extension, us. He did make it clear that Grandmother was to stop cross-examining us about church and faith or he would stop our visits. Never Mother's. He knew how deeply hurt she was, but also knew how much she needed her family. And so we grew up. </div><div><br /></div><div>My sister and I had truly beautiful weddings. Joy-filled, and far more lavish than either of us wanted. Those wedding mattered as much to our parents as they did to us. They believed one of the most important things they could do as parents was to support and celebrate our choices. </div><div><br /></div><div>As for our family, we are today a very tightknit cohort of cousins, children of the three daughters Sawyer. Those sisters were a force - due in strong part to their mother. They were devoted to each other. Again, due to their parents. My father, particularly, expressed his admiration for all of them. He was careful to make clear that love and devotion could and should survive hurt and pain. It's a model to live by that I have difficulty following, but aspire to. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">This post originally appeared on <a href="http://www.nolichuckyroots.blogspot.com/">Nolichucky Roots</a>.</div>Susan Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02009218875010743399noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7274336739835087347.post-13344366432554332102021-06-02T16:24:00.002-05:002021-06-02T16:24:54.763-05:00Furnished for Burial Purposes<p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zXqx8peolHs/YLflaR6RRGI/AAAAAAAAnW0/p5MTOi8h7rgWmcBEUgfMpB_9QTB9JLU0ACLcBGAsYHQ/s2700/img20210602_14175342.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1165" data-original-width="2700" height="173" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zXqx8peolHs/YLflaR6RRGI/AAAAAAAAnW0/p5MTOi8h7rgWmcBEUgfMpB_9QTB9JLU0ACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h173/img20210602_14175342.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Receipt, dated March 18, 1893</td></tr></tbody></table></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">"March 18, 1893</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Received from Wm Sawyers Guardian</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Lanie Sawyers 65/100 Dollars</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">in full for goods furnished for burial purposes</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">$0.65 Maloney Bros"</span></div><p>This receipt was one of many my great-grandfather Gee Sawyer kept tucked away in a trunk at his farmhouse in Warrensburg, TN. It answers a question I had for many years about one of his nieces, Delaney Sawyer. </p><p>Delaney Sawyer was born about 1878 to Gee's brother Jake Sawyer and his wife, Sarah Elizabeth Fox. She appears with them on the 1880 census, living across the Nolichucky River in Cocke County with one younger sister. There are no further public records for her. She is not recorded in any local cemetery. No marriage records have been found. There were notes in Gee's chest indicating his older brother William had taken guardianship of Jake's children after Sarah died in 1884.</p><p>William, who never married, served as the head of the family once his father died. In 1880 his widowed and paralyzed mother was living with him, as was a widowed sister and her children, and Gee, his youngest brother. </p><p>This receipt from Maloney Brothers (one of two stores in Warrensburg) confirms William's guardianship of Delaney and tells me she died in March, 1893. Her mother and Sawyer grandparents were buried at Josephs Chapel in Cocke County so she may have been buried there. With whatever was needed for burial purposes. </p><p><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;">Sources: </span></b></span></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Sawyer Family Papers. Privately held by Susan Popp Clark . 2000.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> <span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif;">1880 U.S. census, Cocke</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif;">, Tennessee, pop. sch., Chuckey Knobs, p. 360B, ED 61, dwelling 204, family 213, Delaney Sawyers; NARA film T9, roll 1248.</span></span></p><p style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">1880 U.S. census, Greene, Tennessee, pop. sch., District 4, p. 65C, ED 046, dwelling 162, family 162, William Sawyers: NARA film T9, roll 1258.</span></p></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer">This post originally appeared on <a href="http://www.nolichuckyroots.blogspot.com/">Nolichucky Roots</a>.</div>Susan Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02009218875010743399noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7274336739835087347.post-41867634772387481832021-05-29T12:03:00.000-05:002021-05-29T12:03:11.486-05:00Uncle Herbert Bit the Bullet<p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hRbyftlt4rU/YLJs1NV_c2I/AAAAAAAAnV0/wjYhe-p3kUMD-7Jw-gZkUBJSuayeEN78QCPcBGAsYHg/s1526/Warrensburg%2B%252857%2529.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1526" data-original-width="1136" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hRbyftlt4rU/YLJs1NV_c2I/AAAAAAAAnV0/wjYhe-p3kUMD-7Jw-gZkUBJSuayeEN78QCPcBGAsYHg/s320/Warrensburg%2B%252857%2529.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Herbert Sawyer <br />(1895-1923)</td></tr></tbody></table> The story of my great-uncle Herbert Sawyer's death was too gruesome not to share. And far too gruesome not to remember. He died young. Before my mother was born. Before his younger siblings were fully grown and came to know him as adults. Thus what we and our parents heard about Herbert growing up was little more than the tale of his death. And that his nephew Bob, Jr. resembled him. Which is an understatement. </p>But what a tale. His youngest sister told me Herbert was a bit of a hypochondriac, implying he would have lived if he'd only skipped the dentist. I asked her what they did for toothaches and she answered. "Pliers." I don't doubt her, but I can't blame Herbert for seeking an alternative. <div><br /></div><div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zM8KmzS4JJg/YLJqL4AHB-I/AAAAAAAAnVs/KbVOoefdeMo0ohBwEQ9DU-NBFUqXzFlkgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2518/img20210529_10363954.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="Newspaper clipping covering death of Herbert Sawyer, dated 28 march 1923" border="0" data-original-height="2518" data-original-width="1249" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zM8KmzS4JJg/YLJqL4AHB-I/AAAAAAAAnVs/KbVOoefdeMo0ohBwEQ9DU-NBFUqXzFlkgCLcBGAsYHQ/w198-h400/img20210529_10363954.jpg" title="Young Man Dies in Dental Chair" width="198" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The (Knoxville) Journal and Tribune<br />March 28, 1923<br />From Sawyer family photo album</span></td></tr></tbody></table> My mother suspected he was given too much ether and, in an effort to reassure me, said he received grossly inadequate care by modern standards. But this was 1923 in a small town in East Tennessee. Modern dental care was still to come. The newspaper speculated he died of strangulation. Which leads back to inadequate care. Because if you are performing dental surgery on someone you ought to at least notice them choking.</div><div><br /></div><div>Whatever happened, his family mourned their son and brother. And eventually came to treat his death as a great, if tragic, story. Which they shared with relish. Until my mother realized I was going to need extensive dental work. Under anesthesia. And shut down all mention of Uncle Herbert in my presence. </div><div><br /></div><div>I hate going to the dentist. <br /><br /><p></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">This post originally appeared on <a href="http://www.nolichuckyroots.blogspot.com/">Nolichucky Roots</a>.</div>Susan Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02009218875010743399noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7274336739835087347.post-62963642965758868572021-05-25T13:54:00.001-05:002021-05-25T13:54:27.967-05:00Aunt Emma Got Hold of the Camera<p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PbvS0j7XwYw/YK1Fh91N9yI/AAAAAAAAnFs/k33DA3D_y0UupWKbJyGzcURnk0AASScOACPcBGAsYHg/s2046/Warrensburg%2B%252816%2529-COLLAGE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2046" data-original-width="2046" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PbvS0j7XwYw/YK1Fh91N9yI/AAAAAAAAnFs/k33DA3D_y0UupWKbJyGzcURnk0AASScOACPcBGAsYHg/w400-h400/Warrensburg%2B%252816%2529-COLLAGE.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sister by Emma Sawyer</td></tr></tbody></table></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> Two words I heard whenever I was with my great (very, truly great) aunt Mary Kathryn McKenzie (aka Sister) were frolics and fooling. She was my grandfather's youngest sister, the 9th of ten children. As such she spent many years both checking in on her older sisters and younger brother who lived on the family farm. She eventually moved back home to care for them. She and they laughed. All. The. Time. <p></p><p>I am going through their photo albums now and laughing, as well. Aunt Emma Sawyer had a wicked tendency to shoot pictures of her sister regardless of what she was doing. And to keep them. All those "looks" she received from Sister were surely followed by laughter from both of them. </p><div class="blogger-post-footer">This post originally appeared on <a href="http://www.nolichuckyroots.blogspot.com/">Nolichucky Roots</a>.</div>Susan Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02009218875010743399noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7274336739835087347.post-86351683990858224892021-05-06T13:12:00.000-05:002021-05-06T13:12:22.498-05:00Iva Belle<p> I am convinced my grandmother Iva Williams Sawyer (1900-1993) was one of the most photographed children her age in all of East Tennessee. I've shared a couple photos of her as a very young child and several of her as a young woman. But these newly scanned photos seal the deal. She was named Iva Belle, but grew to hate her middle name. She used Beverly on the rare occasions she used anything other than her maiden name as an adult. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnKCzQ1O8WKiFvKSMakyWDmpeBar_-H__bSvg-Fte8pw2BpR83EjlKrnJQOC-G2tguGbpyVY-jPl2hfxE7e8UJUaoVMave1e7sTXMvPwoInvJGoHbVhVJOIn_dpzbgKi_rwPAFD_aDXyau/s2046/IvaCollection+%252813%2529-COLLAGE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2046" data-original-width="2046" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnKCzQ1O8WKiFvKSMakyWDmpeBar_-H__bSvg-Fte8pw2BpR83EjlKrnJQOC-G2tguGbpyVY-jPl2hfxE7e8UJUaoVMave1e7sTXMvPwoInvJGoHbVhVJOIn_dpzbgKi_rwPAFD_aDXyau/w400-h400/IvaCollection+%252813%2529-COLLAGE.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Clockwise from the top center, Iva studying (note the telephone on the desk): Iva (on right) with her uncle, Judson McAdams, aunt, Alice Deacon McAdams, and cousin, Merle McAdams; Iva at the piano; Iva and her cousin Mary D. Williams who lived with them when Iva was a girl; Iva in a tam; Iva as a toddler with a doll and carriage (and ringlets!!); and Iva as a toddler in coat and bonnet. <div><br /></div><div>I have to wonder if her elder brothers were as well documented. Iva didn't have any portraits of them as boys beyond one of her brother Earl. </div><div><div><p><br /></p></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">This post originally appeared on <a href="http://www.nolichuckyroots.blogspot.com/">Nolichucky Roots</a>.</div>Susan Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02009218875010743399noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7274336739835087347.post-43171201837610841572021-04-27T17:05:00.002-05:002021-05-07T13:07:49.145-05:00Kowalczyk Family Photos from Poland<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One of the (mixed) blessings of being the family historian is ending up with thousands of photographs, some originally belonging to people I neither knew nor was related to. My father's sister had most of her family photos and records. She also had some photos that originally belonged to her mother-in-law. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Marianna (Mary) Kowalczyk was born in Gaczyska, Poland about 1892, a daughter of Franciszek Kowalczyk and Rozalia Mydlo. She married John Wiktorek after emigrating to the United States and had four sons - including <a href="https://nolichuckyroots.blogspot.com/2012/04/in-memory.html">her son Tony</a> who was wise enough to marry my <a href="https://nolichuckyroots.blogspot.com/2012/08/rosemary-popp-wiktorek-wordless_1.html">aunt Rose</a>. She died in Johnson City, New York in 1985. These are photographs of her Kowalczyk family in Poland. A few are labeled. In Polish. Not a language I can decipher especially well. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I share them hoping her family may find them here. I will be glad to provide what information is on the back of the photos upon request. With luck I can forward these on to someone for whom these will have more meaning. 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Large family. Large personalities.<a href="https://nolichuckyroots.blogspot.com/2014/01/52-ancestors-in-52-weeks-catherine.html" target="_blank"> The stories </a>are numerous, full of love and laughter. Much like their children. But since they died long before I was born, my images of them were constrained by the few photos I'd seen. Especially for Gee Sawyer (Jehu Stokely Sawyer, 1855-1940). My great-great aunts Selma and Mary Kathryn resembled their mother Catherine. I knew them well. I could imagine her cooking, or chatting, or chasing down a stray child. But the only photos I'd seen of Gee were a formal portrait at the time of his marriage, and this one of him not long before he died. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iC6Ui5IIFTw/S_wxKcvyApI/AAAAAAAAbOs/PZnq_dYcqBwJXuzGwQhMfLj6JALltwTPwCPcBGAYYCw/s1396/Sawyer%252C%2BGee%2Bfamily%2Bc%2B1938.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1396" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iC6Ui5IIFTw/S_wxKcvyApI/AAAAAAAAbOs/PZnq_dYcqBwJXuzGwQhMfLj6JALltwTPwCPcBGAYYCw/s320/Sawyer%252C%2BGee%2Bfamily%2Bc%2B1938.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sawyer family, c. 1940 (from left to right, Clevel Sawyer Luttrell, Gee Sawyer, unknown man (perhaps Clevel's husband Hardin Luttrell), Mary Kathryn Sawyer McKenzie, Emma Sawyer)<br /><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>It was hard to get the sense of him that I knew from<a href="https://nolichuckyroots.blogspot.com/2011/05/jehu-s-sawyer-eulogy-amanuensis-monday.html" target="_blank"> the stories</a>. However....<div><br /></div><div>Looking through my aunt Mary Kathryn's photo album from the 1920s I found what I am certain is a snapshot of her parents. Faded, and not the greatest image of her mother. But, after I put it through the photo enhancement program at MyHeritage.com, I can see Gee now. His little smile. Sparkling eyes. The relaxed embrace he and Catherine share. </div><div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KEUfxxYNoeg/YIG_wRYJPwI/AAAAAAAAmNc/Ul0p22XRUPg0StUdcWOkU506jwRrwtfPgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/img20210422_11181883-Enhanced.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1427" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KEUfxxYNoeg/YIG_wRYJPwI/AAAAAAAAmNc/Ul0p22XRUPg0StUdcWOkU506jwRrwtfPgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/img20210422_11181883-Enhanced.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Catherine Conway and Gee Sawyer, c. 1927<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></td></tr></tbody></table>That caption says it all. For me, too. Happy? Yes.<br /><div><br /><br /><p><br /></p></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">This post originally appeared on <a href="http://www.nolichuckyroots.blogspot.com/">Nolichucky Roots</a>.</div>Susan Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02009218875010743399noreply@blogger.comGreene County, TN, USA36.1347943 -82.8209739999999937.8245604638211574 -117.97722399999999 64.445028136178848 -47.664723999999993tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7274336739835087347.post-13698729312788699872021-04-21T20:38:00.000-05:002021-04-21T20:38:00.492-05:00Social Media 1880s StyleI recently found a small collection of my great-grandmother's social media. Circa 1887. Her daughter kept the calling cards and autograph album tucked away in one of later boxes I've been examining. <div><br /></div><div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_OhqbMCQ3sw/YH3GPiiMx6I/AAAAAAAAmMo/asNGflL4mzUkgU-9Wi4ujw8v9gCCbHejACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/img20210419_12572196.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1583" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_OhqbMCQ3sw/YH3GPiiMx6I/AAAAAAAAmMo/asNGflL4mzUkgU-9Wi4ujw8v9gCCbHejACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/img20210419_12572196.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Late 19th c. calling cards and autograph album</td></tr></tbody></table><br />The autograph book is from the years 1887-1888, when Flora McAdams (1867-1945) was finishing her schooling and getting married. The calling cards appear to be from the 1880s. </div><div><br /></div><div>The cards belonged to Flora's family and friends. I've identified all but one of people who visited her. Moving clockwise from the top left, the cards belonged to Maggie S. Bayless, Elmer E. McAdams, Ed McAdams, Della S. Hicks, Annie M. Williams, J. B. Mulkey, and Lizzie H. Range. </div><div><br /></div><div>Maggie Bayless (Sarah Margaret, 1868-1947) was Flora's first cousin, school mate, and life long friend. Their mother's were sisters. Elmer (1869-1925) and Ed McAdams (1874-1930) were Flora's younger brothers. Della Hicks (1868-1915) was a neighbor in the county west of Leesburg, Washington, Tennessee. I haven't identified Annie M. Williams. She may be a cousin of Flora's husband, R.J. Williams, but not one I've previously identified. J.B. Mulkey (James B., 1856-1883) was her mother's first cousin. Lizzie Range (1867-1899) was likely a classmate. She and her family lived across the county near the church Flora's Mulkey ancestors founded. I believe it was the church she attended with her family. </div><div><br /></div><div>The album was given to her by one of her teachers as a graduation present in December 1887. Most of the entries are from the holiday season that year and from the time of her marriage in March. Many of them were written in pencil and a challenge to read, but I had no trouble reading the first entry. Dated January 14th, it reads "Miss Flora how can you love and thrive and be without a mate to comfort thee? Written by your friend R.J. Williams". They married in March. I suspect she kept the first page for him, for an entry dated in December is on a later page. <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh88YzfCkdfdhEzXMUWzoLzhjSewU5B8Zddq1uvo9mrthDnwhGIN45zOtV-C_4jFY4LdZ71gKVZcLbzkddbObNlSleybARFn_Hb_a8Zz7n5b3NzB2FBPILZgK0uyJW04oLVV3WjLc3yJble/s2048/img20210419_14020676.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1495" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh88YzfCkdfdhEzXMUWzoLzhjSewU5B8Zddq1uvo9mrthDnwhGIN45zOtV-C_4jFY4LdZ71gKVZcLbzkddbObNlSleybARFn_Hb_a8Zz7n5b3NzB2FBPILZgK0uyJW04oLVV3WjLc3yJble/s320/img20210419_14020676.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Flora McAdams Autograph Album, R. 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J. Williams page, undated. </td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div>Later in the album another message from R.J appears. This one is undated. I suspect it is nearer to their wedding. It reads "Every joy that Heaven can send, wealth and every kind of Treasure; health and love to thee my Friend and happiness without measure. Yours, R.J. Williams."<br /><br />Sources: </div><div><span style="font-size: x-small;">Flora McAdams Williams Papers. c. 1883. Privately held by Susan Popp Clark . 2000</span></div><div><div><span style="font-size: x-small;">1880 U.S. census, Washington, Tennessee, pop. sch., District 17, ED 035, p. 563B, dwell. 262, fam. Samuel McAdams. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small;">1880 U.S. census, Washington, Tennessee, pop. sch., District 4, ED 030, p. 467D, dwell. 34, fam. 8, Margaret Bayless. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><div><div>1880 U.S. census, Washington, Tennessee, pop. sch., District 17, ED 035, p. 561A, dwell. 216, fam. 221, Delia Hicks. </div></div><div>1880 U.S. census, Washington, Tennessee, pop. sch., District 4, ED 030, p. 484B, dwell. 342, fam. James B. Mulkey.</div><div><div>1870 U.S. census, Carter, Tennessee, pop. sch., District 5, p. 32B, dwell. 10, fam. James C. Range, Lizzie H. 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Rachel Hampton Mulkey, my 4th great-grandmother has been a focus of my research efforts from my earliest days as a family historian. Given that I've been at this a while, she and I are nearing 50 years of rampant curiosity on my part and maddening discretion/mystery/stubborn refusal on her part to share her parentage. </div>
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I've written about this <a href="https://nolichuckyroots.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-search-of-rachels-hamptons-surname.html">before</a>. More than once. I gave up believing the Andrew Hampton story decades ago when not a shred of any believable evidence linking her to ANY Andrew Hampton could be found. What could be found were a myriad of clues connecting her to the family of a Robert Hampton who died in 1796 in Washington County, Tennessee. </div>
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Robert's will named his wife, Mary, five sons and no daughters. There is however, evidence that Elizabeth Hampton Edwards (abt 1787-1840), the wife of Abel Edwards, and Sarah Hampton Bayless (abt. 1786), the wife of Samuel Bayless may have been his daughters. Abel Edwards and Hampton's sons attended a crying sale together and a marriage record exists for Sarah Hampton and Samuel Bayless. Hardly conclusive, but this is the frontier. Conclusive documentation is scant. There are also no records suggesting any other Hampton family lived in the area at the time Rachel, Elizabeth and Sarah Hampton were born. </div>
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Rachel Hampton Mulkey lived near Jesse Hampton, a son of Robert Hampton. Rachel and Isaac Mulkey named one of their own sons Robert Hampton Mulkey. Their children served as witnesses on documents relating to the family of Robert Hampton, another son of Robert. They were members of the same church. </div>
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A few years ago, after spending days pouring through the last boxes of documents from the era at the Archives of Appalachia and finding nothing naming Isaac or Rachel Mulkey and Robert Hampton I declared my reasonably exhaustive search complete. While I can build a convincing case, there were enough holes that I did not feel I could declare Rachel's parentage solved to my own satisfaction. </div>
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Enter DNA. I was thrilled when my maternal aunt (Rachel's 3rd great-granddaughter) matched a descendant of Elizabeth Hampton Edwards. And thrilled again when she or I matched three different Robert Hampton, Jr. descendants. And yet... The match to Elizabeth did not prove their parentage, only their kinship. One of the matches to Robert Jr. also shared other lines, so I could not be certain all of them supported the Hampton kinship. This week I found a match to a descendant of Robert's son John Hampton. That makes matches to three different documented children of Robert Hampton. The aggregate data persuaded me. I am waving the victory flag. </div>
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Now who were Robert Hampton's parents? Who was his wife, Mary? </div>
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One of the women I admire most in the world has requested Christmas carols. She is one I joyfully obey!</div>
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So, dear fM, here is one of my favorite, favorite carols. One I heard constantly as a child and hear still today. I never tire of Harry Belafonte's voice. Nor of his version of Mary's Boy Child. Written by Jester Hairston in 1956 (a REALLY good year) it topped the charts the next year when Belafonte recorded it. It still tops mine.<br />
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Mary's boy child, Jesus Christ<br />
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Hark, now hear the angels sing<br />
A new King born today<br />
And man will live forever more<br />
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While shepherds watched their flock by night<br />
And see a bright new shining star<br />
And hear a choir sing<br />
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Now Joseph and his wife Mary<br />
Come to Bethlehem that night<br />
And find no place to borne she child<br />
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Hark, now hear the angels sing<br />
A new King born today<br />
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By and by they find a little nook<br />
In a stable all forlorn<br />
And in a manger cold and dark<br />
Mary's little boy was born.</div>
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Hark, now hear the angels sing<br />
A new King born today<br />
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Because of Christmas day.</div>
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This once in every 20th blue moon post is inspired by a superb book I was given during a recent trip to Frederick, Maryland. My Catholic in-laws have lived in Frederick for centuries. And been buried there. I regularly visit their graves at St. John's Cemetery when I am back for a visit. And wonder. For many of the Smith and Jamison kinfolk there died decades before the cemetery was created. The skeptic in me has questioned whether the markers were memorial stones or actually marked their graves.<br />
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A dedicated group from St. John's and the Frederick County Historical Society answered this and several other questions tumbling about in the back of my mind in the book <i><a href="https://www.worldcat.org/title/burial-records-st-john-the-evangelist-church-frederick-maryland-from-1779-through-december-31-2000/oclc/829393863&referer=brief_results">Burial Records St. John the Evangelist Church Frederick, Maryland From 1779 Through December 31, 2000</a>. </i>It turns out the Smiths and other early Frederick settlers were moved from their original graves at the Jesuit Novitiate graveyard when the Jesuits left Frederick in the early 20th century. Which FINALLY explains how Leonard Smith, who died in 1794 is buried in a cemetery that opened in 1845. </div>
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The book is drawn from church records recording deaths rather than actual burial records. As such, it includes people who were buried from St. John's but not at St. John's. It also includes at least two men not yet buried - my father-in-law and uncle, whose ashes await their very strong and long-lived wives. Long may they wait. </div>
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The book costs $25 and is available privately. I, of course, no longer have the name of the gentleman selling the book (you can find it on the board near the entrance to the cemetery) but contacting the <a href="http://www.stjohn-frederick.org/stjohncemetery.asp">church</a> or <a href="http://www.frederickhistory.org/bookstore/index.htm">historical society bookstore</a> should yield contact information. </div>
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Frank Popp was <a href="http://nolichuckyroots.blogspot.com/2014/04/52-ancestors-in-52-weeks-john-popp-1886.html">another </a>of my grandfather's cousins who emigrated to the United States. He was a storied cousin to my father and his siblings, living a glamorous life in Los Angeles and sending photographs to them of beaches and Rose Bowl parades.<br />
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His daughter knew very little about his life or family in Europe. He was born Ferencj Pap, in a Carpathian mountain village, either Drahova or Berezovo (now in Ukraine). She thought he was about 20 years old when he came to America. She thought he came through Ellis Island and then went to the mines in Pennsylvania. He may have gone to stay with another cousin, Joe Popp. Her mother, Mary Burjosky, came with her family as a child. They settled in Wyoming. </div>
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Frank left the mines as soon as he could and went to Chicago where his cousin and my great-aunt, Mary Popp Hricak was living. He learned to barber there, then left to work near, but not in the mines. He went to Wyoming where he met and married his wife, and then to Washington State where his son was born in 1913. By 1917 they had moved to Miami, Arizona (another mining community) where their two daughters were born. By 1920 they had moved to Hollywood, where Frank bought a barber shop on Hollywood Boulevard and even cut a few movie stars' hair. </div>
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Frank lived the rest of his life in California. He <a href="http://search.ancestry.com/cgi-bin/sse.dll?db=CAdeath1940&h=5867451&ti=0&indiv=try&gss=pt&ssrc=gr_t2006458_p-1870506947_ktidz0q3d2006458z0q26pidz0q3d-1870506947z0q26hidz0q3d40704139924z0q26dbidz0q3d5180z0q26rpidz0q3d5867451z0q26ssrcz0q3dgrz0q26pgz0q3d32768z0q252c32782z0q26pgplz0q3dpidz0q252ctidz0q257cpidz0q257chidz0q257cdbidz0q257crpidz0q257cssrcz0q26pgpsz0q3d-1870506947_h40704139924">died there in 1966</a>. I don't believe he ever came to New York, but he did <a href="http://nolichuckyroots.blogspot.com/2010/08/hricak-girls-save-day.html">visit the Hricaks in Chicago</a>. My aunt and uncle met him as adults when they were in California. </div>
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I don't actually know how Frank and my grandfather are related. They were clearly close, but whether they were first cousins is open for discussion and further research. The documentation I have found supports the information his daughter shared (with the exception of the <a href="http://interactive.ancestry.com/6224/4532469_00040/89866722?backurl=http%3a%2f%2fsearch.ancestry.com%2fcgi-bin%2fsse.dll%3fdb%3d1930usfedcen%26indiv%3dtry%26h%3d89866735&ssrc=pt_t2006458_p-1870506947_kpidz0q3d-1870506947z0q26pgz0q3d32768z0q26pgplz0q3dpid&backlabel=ReturnRecord">1930 census</a> which lists his son's birthplace as the District of Columbia, rather than Washington State). I have yet to find immigration documents that I can absolutely assign to Frank. He was not the only Ferencj Pap leaving those mountains at the turn of the century. </div>
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<i>Written for Amy Johnson Crow's blogger challenge <a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/challenge-52-ancestors-in-52-weeks/" target="_blank">52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks</a>.</i><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Frank Popp family portrait, c. 1914; digital image, privately held by Susan Popp Clark, [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE,] St. Louis, MO. 2006. </span></div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">This post originally appeared on <a href="http://www.nolichuckyroots.blogspot.com/">Nolichucky Roots</a>.</div>Susan Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02009218875010743399noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7274336739835087347.post-11590057263408121632014-04-22T16:24:00.000-05:002014-04-22T16:24:33.928-05:0052 Ancestors in 52 Weeks: John Popp (1886-1959)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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My grandfather, Stephen Popp (Stefan Papp) was part of the tide of Austro-Hungarian immigrants that came to United States in the early 20th century. Like many others, he followed his family and neighbors. In addition to his siblings, three of his Popp cousins came to America from two small villages at the eastern edges of the Empire. <br />
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I grew up in Connecticut near the family of one of the cousins, John Popp. John died when I was a toddler, but I knew his widow and son's family. John had a certain stature in the family stories. He was dearly loved, a successful business man in Bridgeport, owned a car (this was a big deal), and was active in the immigrant church and cultural societies in the United States. He and his wife even hosted my aunt and uncle on their honeymoon in 1947, providing a sleeper sofa in the living room for the newlyweds. My aunt made it clear that they stayed a few days, then headed off to someplace more private for a traditional honeymoon. The notices that appeared in <i>The Bridgeport Post</i> following John's death don't mention the car or honeymoon hosting, but they more than illustrate his stature in the community.<br />
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JOHN POPP, 72, DIES; EX-HEAD OF SOKOLS<br />
EASTON, Sept. 14 -- Services will take place Thursday for John Popp, 72, of 10 Palmer place, former operator of a liquor store on Arctic street, Bridgeport, who died yesterday in his home.<br />
The will be conducted at 8:30 a.m. in the Adzima funeral home, 591 Arctic stret [sic], Bridgeport, and at 9 o'clock in St. John the Baptist church, Mill Hill avenue. Burial will be in St. John's cemetery, Stratford. Panahedeon services will be conducted at the funeral home tonight, Tuesday and Wednesday at 7:30 o'clock.<br />
Mr. Popp was past president of St. John the Baptist Carpatho Russian Greek Catholic church on Mill Hill avenue and supreme past president of the American Russian Sokols of the Greek Catholic Brotherhood, and a member of the Fathers' club, St. Basil's society and St. Nicholas' society.<br />
A native of Czechoslovakia, Mr. Popp resided in Bridgeport many years before moving to Easton three years ago.<br />
He is survived by his wife, Mrs. Elizabeth Wargo Popp; a son, George Popp, operator of the Appliance Center on Main street, four grandchildren and several nieces and nephews.</blockquote>
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EASTON, Sept. 18 -- Services for John Popp, 72, of 10 Palmer place, were conducted yesterday in St. John the Baptist Carpatho-Russian Greek Cathoic church, Mill Hill avenue, Bridgeport. Burial was in St. John's cemetery, Stratford.<br />
His Grace, Archbishop Benjamin, of Pittsburgh, officiated.<br />
Celebrant of the Mass was the Rt. Rev. Andrew Slepecky, administrator of St. Clair, Pa.; co-celebrants, the Very Revs. John Kivko and Joseph G. Simko.<br />
The Very Rev. Hrista Vasilescu, the Rev. John Shunda, the Rev. Victor F. George, the Rev. Alexander Kovachi, and the Very Rev. Stephen Antonuk were seated in the Sanctuary.<br />
Father Simko assisted by Fathers Slepecky and Kivko, read the committal services.<br />
Delegations from St. Basil's society, A.R.S. 3; St. Nicholas' society, and the Fathers club attended.<br />
Bearers, all church officers, were Michael Tarasovich, Michael Hritz, Michael Soltis, Jr., Richard Kopchyak, Peter Liscinsky and George Komtos. </blockquote>
John was born on 22 Dec 1886 in Drahovo, Maramoros, Austria-Hungary to Ivan Papp and his wife, Ilka Papp. Today Drahovo is in Ukraine. He came to the United States in 1903 with his mother. His father was working in Johnstown, PA, and paid for their passage. He had two surviving siblings who remained in Europe, Anna Papp and Stefan Papp. John's parents ultimately returned to Drahovo. While I cannot document the relationship between John and my grandfather, their children believed them to be first cousins through John's mother. If so, then Ilka Papp was a sister of my great-grandfather, Ivan Papp, and a daughter of Stefan Papp and Anna Stajko.<br />
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<i>Written for Amy Johnson Crow's blogger challenge <a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/challenge-52-ancestors-in-52-weeks/" target="_blank">52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks</a>.</i></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">"John Popp, 72, Dies; Ex-Head of Sokols,"<i> The Bridgeport Post</i>, 14 Sep 1959, p. 34, col. 8; digital images, Ancestry.com (accessed 22 Apr 2014), Newspapers & Publications. Cit. Date: 22 Apr 2014. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">"Obituary John Popp," <i>The Bridgeport Post</i>, 17 Sep 1059, p. 2, col. 9; digital images, Ancestry.com (accessed 22 Apr 2014), Newspapers & Publications. Cit. Date: 22 Apr 2014. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">"Ellis Island Ship Manifests," online images, EllisIsland.org (www.ellisisland.org : accessed 22 Apr 2014), manifest, S.S. Finland, 6 Oct 1903, Ilka Papp and Ivan Papp, lines 7 & 8. Cit. Date: 22 Apr 2014. </span><br />
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">This post originally appeared on <a href="http://www.nolichuckyroots.blogspot.com/">Nolichucky Roots</a>.</div>Susan Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02009218875010743399noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7274336739835087347.post-76226042428416728822014-04-01T11:39:00.001-05:002014-04-01T11:49:54.953-05:0052 Ancestors in 52 Weeks: A Mystery Aunt<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Well, well, well. A mystery has unfolded.<br />
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I was roaming through Ancestry's shaky green leaves a few weeks ago and found a copy of this photograph on someone's tree. A photograph of my 2nd great-aunt Barbary Sawyer Proffit <a href="http://nolichuckyroots.blogspot.com/2010/06/almost-wordless-wednesday-she-tried-to.html"> I posted on the blog</a> back in 2010. I assumed it had been taken from the blog, but when I checked, the woman who posted it had labeled it as being Liney Huffman Howlett Evans, Barbary's older half-sister. She had gotten the photo from a cousin. When I asked her about the identity she was unsure, having based the identification on her cousin's information.<br />
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My photo is labeled on the back in my aunt's handwriting. She never knew either woman, but labeled the photograph based on interviews with her aunts. The problem is her aunts never knew Liney and only barely knew Barbary. I never have been able to figure out who the F.L. Evans is sitting next to Barbary. BUT, if the picture is Liney, then it is probably her husband James A. Evans. It would be lovely if the photograph included a studio name or location. Barbary lived in Cocke and Greene counties in Tennessee. Liney moved to Arkansas and then to Oklahoma. No studio. That the women might look enough alike to be mistaken for one another makes sense. They are sisters.<br />
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Last week I found the photo on another Ancestry tree belonging to one of Liney's descendants. This time I know the owner of the tree. He is a thorough and generous researcher who has shared his work with me about Liney and her life after leaving Tennessee. I am inclined to trust his information, even if the source of the photograph is not given. Unfortunately the email address I have for him is no longer valid and he has not responded to messages through Ancestry.<br />
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So, who is this? Another one of my Sawyer mysteries. A photograph of one of my great-grandfather Gee Sawyer's older sisters. With a man named Evans. My bet is Liney, but then again, my aunts were no slouches when it came to research either.<br />
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<i>Written for Amy Johnson Crow's blogger challenge <a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/challenge-52-ancestors-in-52-weeks/" target="_blank">52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks</a>.</i></div>
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Last night I had one of those out of body, out of time genealogy adventures. In the end it was more fiction than science, but what a ride! </div>
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I began by revisiting my great-aunt Mary Kathryn's mysterious husband, Heiskell (now Hascal) McKenzie. I knew he was a devastatingly handsome man "from" Lenoir City (Loudon County, TN), that they married when my mother was a teenager (1940s) and that he died soon after from alcoholism. I have never found a marriage record for them and decided to see how Ancestry's search feature would work with the elusive Mr. McKenzie. </div>
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Sometime later (on FamilySearch) I found him in the <a href="https://familysearch.org/pal:/MM9.1.1/MS8S-H5Y">1900 census</a> living with his grandparents in Cocke County, TN. This was a revelation to me, for I had no idea he had local roots. I was even more surprised that his mother's parents were Abe and Jane Dawson, part of a large Dawson clan that contributed many in-laws to my Sawyers and Conways. </div>
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I wandered a bit further and discovered that Jane Dawson, Hascal McKenzie's grandmother, was born Jane Precilla Ren in January, 1837 which is when Mary Kathryn's grandfather, <a href="http://nolichuckyroots.blogspot.com/2014/01/52-ancestors-in-52-weeks-sally-killian.html">Archie Sawyer</a> was being hauled into court to support an illegitmate child born to Scintha Ren. This was when my brain took off and the ride become more carnival roller coaster/side show than actual research. I leapt, wondering if she was the child (<a href="https://familysearch.org/pal:/MM9.1.1/N9PC-V99">probably not</a>). I found a Priscilla Ren living with Jane in 1850 and suspected she was the errant Scintha, neglecting to notice she was in her sixties in 1836. I discovered that Jane's purported father Joel Ren was married to an <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GSln=Ren&GSfn=Elizabeth&GSbyrel=all&GSdyrel=all&GSst=45&GScnty=2439&GScntry=4&GSob=n&GRid=43943141&df=all&">Elizabeth Killion</a>, prompting visions of Archie's sister-in-law marrying into the other woman's family and raising his spawn. </div>
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Today, after sleep and copious amounts of caffeine I realize that I don't know if Archie and Scintha Ren's child was a boy or a girl. I don't know if the child survived. I don't know what happened to Scintha Ren. I have yet to find a record that I can confidently tie to Scintha. I even wonder now if Archie and Sallie's son <a href="http://nolichuckyroots.blogspot.com/2014/03/52-ancestors-in-52-weeks-archies-boy_18.html">Andy</a> could have been Scintha Ren's son, for I have no marriage record for Archie and Sallie. </div>
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What I do know is that Archie and Sallie's FAN club has grown, giving me lots more to work with. Joel Ren was born in North Carolina. Did he migrate with the Killions? Did he know the Sawyers before landing in Cocke County? Who is the <a href="https://familysearch.org/pal:/MM9.1.1/MCDC-1VH?cc=1401638">Priscilla Ren</a> I was so eager to label as the other woman in Archie's life (wouldn't that have been an accomplishment)? Is Elizabeth Killion Ren one of the <a href="http://search.ancestry.com/cgi-bin/sse.dll?ssrc=pt_t6022211_p-1361128009_kpidz0q3d-1361128009z0q26pgz0q3d32768z0q26pgplz0q3dpid_m1&srchb=r&gss=angs-c&rank=1&tid=6022211&pid=-1361128009&gsfn=DAVID&gsln=KILLIAN&msbdy=1784&msddy=1850&msbpn__ftp=Lincoln+Co.+NC&msdpn__ftp=Cocke+Co%2c+TN&cp=12&cpxt=1&msrpn__ftp=Cocke%2c+Tennessee%2c+United+States&msrpn1__ftp=East+of+the+South+Fork+of+the+Catawba+River%2c+Lincoln%2c+North+Carolina%2c+United+States&msgdy=1812&msgpn__ftp=Lincoln+Co.+NC&msfng=JOHN&msfns=KILLIAN&msmng=SUSANNAH&msmns=FRY&mssng0=BARBARY&mssns0=FULBRIGHT&mscng0=SARAH&mscns0=KILLIAN&mscng1=Eli&mscns1=KILLIAN&mscng2=Elizabeth&mscns2=Killion&pcat=35&h=215253&recoff=7+8&db=1830usfedcenancestry&indiv=1&ml_rpos=7">tickmark daughters</a> of David and Barbary Killion? </div>
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I also know that falling into those wormholes is tremendous fun. I started looking for a 20th c. in-law and landed back in the 19th c. hills circling near my favorite mystery grandfather. </div>
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<br />I was playing with some new to me tools and decided to put together a pedigree chart to see if I could mark off my mother's ancestors where we have been able to make DNA connections. You can click on it to enlarge. I have some mysteries to work through and thought this might help focus my efforts. <div>
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Of her thirty-two 3rd great-grandparents we have likely matches with nine. I am loathe to consider these iron-clad since so many seem to include multiple relationships, but I do feel the checked kin have DNA matches that reflect the paper trails. The question marks are works in progress. Much of this information comes from DNA graciously donated by mother's sister (mother and her other siblings died before DNA testing took off) with smaller bits coming from members of my generation. It seems she inherited more of her grandfather RJ Williams' and great-grandmothers' Eleanor Holt and Sallie Killion DNA than others, for we have many Williams, James, Holt, Killion/Killian and Fulbright matches. </div>
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The lack of Conway, Mulkey and Duncan matches surprised me. Clearly my aunt didn't inherit equal portions from all her ancestors and equally clearly the matches depend on who else is testing. But I believe I will pay more attention to these lines, as well as the ever mysterious Sawyer line, when investigating the hundreds of matches that don't seem to make any sense. I begin to wonder if all my paper trails are genetically accurate. </div>
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Last week I wrote about my great-great grandfather <a href="http://nolichuckyroots.blogspot.com/2014/03/52-ancestors-in-52-weeks-archies-boy_18.html">Archie Sawyer's son Andy</a>. This week I am focusing on <b>Crofford</b>, the third of the five known sons of Archie and his wife, Sallie Killion. Archie and his boys are on my radar because of my focus on <b>DNA</b> research this year. I am on the hunt for male Sawyers descended from Archie to beg, borrow or bribe my way to a cheek swab for a yDNA test. <b>Bounties will be paid </b>to those who deliver a willing, living candidate. Cake, cookies, booze. Whatever works.<br />
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<a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GSln=SAW&GSpartial=1&GSbyrel=all&GSst=45&GScntry=4&GSsr=121&GRid=30408129&"><b>Joel Crawford </b>or <b>Crofford</b> </a><b><a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GSln=SAW&GSpartial=1&GSbyrel=all&GSst=45&GScntry=4&GSsr=121&GRid=30408129&">Sawyer</a> </b>(1847-1916) also lived his life in Cocke County, Tennessee. He married Melvina (Vina) Green. Together they had 8 children, including 3 sons who survived to adulthood. He spent his life farming, and perhaps logging with his brother Andrew. Crofford was old enough to have been affected by the Civil War, especially since he was living in East Tennessee. It is hard to imagine he was not involved in some way - even if it was simply trying to stay away from the roving bands of bushwackers.<br />
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<li><b><a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GSln=SAW&GSpartial=1&GSbyrel=all&GSst=45&GScntry=4&GSsr=521&GRid=30407939&">William Jehu Sawyer</a></b> (1873-1943) married Sarah Jane Solomon. They had a large family that included at least six sons who survived to adulthood. </li>
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<li><a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GSln=SAW&GSpartial=1&GSbyrel=all&GSst=45&GScntry=4&GSsr=281&GRid=91262097&">Joe Andy Sawyer</a> (1905-1961) married Ann Ward. They are not believed to have had surviving children.</li>
<li><a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GSln=SAW&GSpartial=1&GSbyrel=all&GSst=45&GScntry=4&GSsr=441&GRid=66833939&">Reaford P. Sawyer</a> (1903-1969) married Pearl Reed. They lived most of their adult lives in Hamblen County, Tennessee and had a large family. </li>
<li><a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=91262094">Edward Edgar Sawyer</a> (1907-1973) married Lennie Bell Smith. They lived most of their adult lives in Hamblen County, Tennessee and had a large family. He also appears in some records as William E. or Edgar Sawyer. </li>
<li><a href="http://tngenweb.org/anderson/2011/10/14/obituary-sawyer-tom-ulysses-2000/">Thomas U. Sawyer </a>(1912-2000) married Edna Walker. They lived most of their adult lives in Anderson County, Tennessee and had a large family.</li>
<li><a href="https://familysearch.org/pal:/MM9.1.1/V5H9-BYY">J. B. Sawyer</a> (1914-1996) married Mayme Kate Moyers. They lived most of their adult life in Hamblen County, Tennessee and had a large family.</li>
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<li><b><a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=30407948">Joel Lawson Sawyer</a></b> (1877-1950) married Maude Conway, the sister of my great-grandmother Catherine Conway Sawyer, making their children double cousins to my grandfather and his siblings. They lived most of their lives in Cocke County, Tennessee and had a large family including 4 sons who survived to adulthood.</li>
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<li><a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=66833662">Clyde Sawyer</a> (1913-1985) married Creola Babe Baker. They are not believed to have had surviving sons.</li>
<li><a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=85043340">Kenneth Sawyer</a> (1921-1981) was married and lived much of his life in Hamblen County, Tennessee. He is not believed to have had sons surviving to adulthood.</li>
<li><a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=96395698">Harley Guymond Sawyer</a> (1925-1985) was married and lived in Cocke and Hamblen Counties, Tennessee. He is not believed to have had sons surviving to adulthood.</li>
<li>Living Sawyer. The youngest son of Lawson and Maud Conway Sawyer is believed to still be living. </li>
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<li><b><a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GSln=Sawyer&GSbyrel=all&GSdyrel=all&GSst=45&GScnty=2439&GScntry=4&GSob=n&GRid=30407942&df=all&">Joe A. Sawyer</a></b> (1882-1972) married Fannie Robinson. They lived most of their lives in Cocke County, Tennessee and had a large family including 4 sons who survived to adulthood.</li>
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<li><a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GSln=Sawyer&GSbyrel=all&GSdyrel=all&GSst=45&GScnty=2439&GScntry=4&GSob=n&GRid=30408125&df=all&">Gerome or Jerome Sawyer</a> (1917-1961) married and had children. He lived most of his life in Cocke County, Tennessee.</li>
<li><a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=30408126">Walter L. Sawyer</a> (1921-2007) married Ida Flores and had children. He lived most of his life in Cocke County, Tennessee.</li>
<li>Living Sawyer. The third son of Joe and Fannie Sawyer is believed to still be living.</li>
<li><a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=30407921">Herbert Sawyer</a> (1931-2000) was married and had children. He lived most of his life in Cocke County, Tennessee. </li>
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I don't mean to give short shrift to the women of the family, or to those children who died young. They are cherished and recorded in my data. But they do not pass on the yDNA I am seeking.<br />
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I would dearly love just one or two minutes of time with any direct male descendant of Archie and Crofford. It won't hurt a bit. Just a little swab. Promise.</div>
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<i>Written for Amy Johnson Crow's blogger challenge <a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/challenge-52-ancestors-in-52-weeks/" target="_blank">52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks</a>.</i><br />
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Last week I wrote my great-great grandfather <a href="http://nolichuckyroots.blogspot.com/2014/03/52-ancestors-in-52-weeks-archies-boy.html">Archie Sawyer's son James</a>. This week I am focusing on Andrew, the eldest son of Archie and his wife, Sallie Killion. Archie and his boys are on my radar because of my focus on <b>DNA</b> research this year. I am on the hunt for male Sawyers descended from Archie to beg, borrow or bribe my way to a cheek swab for a yDNA test. <b>Bounties will be paid </b>to those who deliver a willing, living candidate. Cake, cookies, booze. Whatever works.<br />
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Archie and Sallie's eldest son, <b><a href="https://familysearch.org/pal:/MM9.3.1/TH-266-12327-145092-22?cc=1417505">Andrew Sawyer</a></b> (b. 15 Dec 1836 d. 6 Nov 1926) lived most of life in Cocke County, Tennessee. He married Sallie Etherton. Together they had 11 children, including 6 sons that survived to adulthood.<br />
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<li><b>George Wesley Washington Sawyer</b> (1858-1960) had no surviving sons, but as our longest lived relative must be included. </li>
<li><b><a href="http://search.ancestry.com/cgi-bin/sse.dll?db=FSTennesseeDeath&h=1166018&ti=0&indiv=try&gss=pt&ssrc=gr_t9298758_p-824274498_ktidz0q3d9298758z0q26pidz0q3d-824274498z0q26hidz0q3d45210236655z0q26dbidz0q3d2546z0q26rpidz0q3d1166018z0q26ssrcz0q3dgrz0q26pgz0q3d32768z0q252c32782z0q26pgplz0q3dpidz0q252ctidz0q257cpidz0q257chidz0q257cdbidz0q257crpidz0q257cssrcz0q26pgpsz0q3d-824274498_h45210236655">James Sawyer</a></b> (1863-1944) does not appear to have had any sons. He and his wife Clara Jones had daughters Mary, Ruth and Grace. </li>
<li><b><a href="http://search.ancestry.com/cgi-bin/sse.dll?db=1900usfedcen&h=54099266&ti=0&indiv=try&gss=pt&ssrc=pt_t9298758_p-824274497_kpidz0q3d-824274497z0q26pgz0q3d32768z0q26pgplz0q3dpid">William A. Sawyer</a></b> (1865-1904) married Nannie Cavender in 1895. They appear to have had one surviving daughter, Susan, before William died.</li>
<li><a href="https://familysearch.org/pal:/MM9.3.1/TH-266-12403-19588-48?cc=1417505"><b>Jacob Charles Sawyer</b> </a>(1867-1914) was an invalid for most of his adult life. He never married and is not believed to have had children.</li>
<li><a href="https://familysearch.org/pal:/MM9.1.1/MNGD-4QR"><b>John Sawyer</b> </a>(1872-1940) and his wife Cora Quinn do not appear to have had any sons. They had daughters Tressie and Charlsie. </li>
<li><a href="https://familysearch.org/pal:/MM9.1.1/SPWC-NT8"><b>Joseph Henry Luther Sawyer</b> </a>(1883-1944). FINALLY!! Joe and his wife Eunice Holt had surviving twin sons, <b>Clarence</b> and <b>Claude</b> (b. 24 May 1921). They also had a daughter Alta, who compiled a family history that has been a cornerstone of my research with the Sawyers. </li>
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I don't mean to give short shrift to the women of the family, or to those children who died young. They are cherished and recorded in my data. But they do not pass on the yDNA I am seeking.<br />
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While there are many family stories about Andy, especially about his Civil War experiences, documenting them has proved difficult. It is clear the war was a monumental experience in the life of his family. They lived in Sevier County then, reportedly moving further up into the mountains to avoid the violence. Andy was gone for much of the war, though where he was or which side he fought on is not clear. It seems he didn't go far, since several children were born those years. His wife and children reportedly lived with his parents.<br />
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According to family stories (and photographs) Andy worked as a teamster hauling cut trees across the mountains to mills in North Carolina when the lumber companies moved into the Smoky Mountains in the early 20th century. His occupation in census records is listed as a farmer. He appears in most records living with or next to his brothers, sisters and children as part of a tight knit clan.<br />
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I would dearly love just one or two minutes of time with any direct male descendant of Andy and Joe. It won't hurt a bit. Just a little swab. Promise.</div>
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<i>Written for Amy Johnson Crow's blogger challenge <a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/challenge-52-ancestors-in-52-weeks/" target="_blank">52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks</a>.</i><br />
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I wrote two years ago about what I was told about<a href="http://nolichuckyroots.blogspot.com/2011/05/archie-sawyer-sally-killion-what-i-was.html"> my great-great grandfather</a> <b>Archie Sawyer</b> when I started researching our family. I followed it up with a <i>What I Know </i><a href="http://nolichuckyroots.blogspot.com/2014/02/52-ancestors-in-52-weeks-archibald.html">post </a>a couple weeks ago. Bless <a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/" target="_blank">Amy Crow</a> and her 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks Challenge for getting me back on track!<br />
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Archie is on my radar because of my focus on <b>DNA</b> research this year. (The idea that this project will last a year is laughable.) He is at the top of my most wanted list. I am on the hunt for male Sawyers descended from Archie to beg, borrow or bribe my way to a cheek swab for a yDNA test. <b>Bounties will be paid </b>to those who deliver a willing, living candidate. Cake, cookies, booze. Whatever works.<br />
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What I had been told was not entirely accurate. Two of the children my great-aunts ascribed to Archie and his wife, Sallie Killian, were children from earlier marriages. Each came with one. Archie may have had more. What is clear is these were the children who considered each other siblings. Together, Archie and Sallie had 7 children who survived to adulthood. I am descended from their youngest son, Jehu or Gee Sawyer. Gee, his brothers William and Jake have no known direct male descendants still living. But his brothers James (half-brother), Andrew and Crofford may well have direct male descendants.<br />
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Thirty plus years of research and I still cannot figure these guys out. I believe Archie was related to the other Sawyers appearing in the 1830 and 1840 US Federal Census in Cocke County. But at this point DNA is one of the last tools I have available.<br />
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So. I am on the hunt for ~<br />
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<b>James Sawyer</b>, Archie's eldest known son, does not appear in census records that I can identify before 1860, when he was enumerated in the household of John Bregman, across the mountains from Cocke County in Buncombe County, North Carolina. The next year he married John's widowed daughter Nancy. He and Nancy lived out their lives in Buncombe County. <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=cr&GSsr=81&GScid=2258785&GRid=121761326&CRid=2258785&" target="_blank">Theyare buried in Chambers Cemetery</a>, near Weaverville. They had 5 children, including two sons.<br /><ol><ol>
<li><a href="http://interactive.ancestry.com/1121/S123_157-3007/336438?backurl=http%3a%2f%2fsearch.ancestry.com%2fcgi-bin%2fsse.dll%3fdb%3dNCdeathCerts%26h%3d336438%26ti%3d0%26indiv%3dtry%26gss%3dpt%26ssrc%3dpt_t9298758_p-824274544_kpidz0q3d-824274544z0q26pgz0q3d32768z0q26pgplz0q3dpid&ssrc=pt_t9298758_p-824274544_kpidz0q3d-824274544z0q26pgz0q3d32768z0q26pgplz0q3dpid&backlabel=ReturnRecord" target="_blank"><b>James Robert Sawyer</b></a> (1862-1924) married Barbara Virginia Thrash in 1884 and had at least two sons, <b>Horace</b> (born about 1886) and <b>Thomas</b> (born about 1890). He spent his life in Buncombe County.</li>
<li><b><a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GSln=SAW&GSpartial=1&GSbyrel=all&GSst=29&GScntry=4&GSsr=921&GRid=47427853&" target="_blank">Leroy/Lee Roy Sawyer</a></b> (1868-1919) married Nina Jones and had at least 5 sons, <b>Earl</b> (born about 1901), <b>Clifford</b> (born about 1902), <b>John B.</b> (born about 1906), <b>Leroy, Jr</b>. (born about 1909), and <b>Paul</b> (born about 1914). He spent his life in Buncombe County.</li>
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I would dearly love just one or two minutes of time with any male descendant of James. It won't hurt a bit. Just a little swab. Promise.</div>
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<i>Written for Amy Johnson Crow's blogger challenge <a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/challenge-52-ancestors-in-52-weeks/" target="_blank">52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks</a>.</i><br />
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Clyde Newton (Nuton) McAdams was my first cousin, twice removed. I wondered when visiting Oak Hill Cemetery in Johnson City, TN what caused his death at a young 12 years old. He died when his cousin, my grandmother, was preparing to marry. She never mentioned him to me. This death certificate reveals that he died in Nashville, Tennessee at the Tennessee Home for the Feeble Minded of epilepsy. According to the certificate he had been institutionalized for just over four months.<br />
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He was the son of Elmer Ellis McAdams and Margaret Ollie Davidson. His father had died in January at only 55 years, shortly before Clyde was admitted to the institution. Perhaps it is the bleak name for the institution, but it seems a Dickensian end to his short life.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Davidson, Tennessee, death certificate no. 415 (1925), Clyde Newton McAdams; digital image, "Tennessee, Death Records, 1914-1955," FamilySearch (accessed 24 Feb 2014). </span><br />
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">This post originally appeared on <a href="http://www.nolichuckyroots.blogspot.com/">Nolichucky Roots</a>.</div>Susan Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02009218875010743399noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7274336739835087347.post-48944877914943165692014-02-24T14:12:00.000-06:002014-02-24T14:12:19.981-06:0052 Ancestors in 52 Weeks: Archibald Sawyer (1795-1880)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Archie Sawyer, my great great-grandfather, is a man of mystery. He shows up as Archibald Sayard in the 1830 Federal Census living in Cocke County, Tennessee census. A grown man, age 30-39, with a house full of women and children. Another Archibald Sawyers, aged 70-79, is enumerated on the same page. According to later census data Archie was born about 1795 in South Carolina. Just to make this more interesting there are two similar James Sawyers families enumerated a couple of pages later.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1830 Census listing showing two Archibald Sawyer/Sayers/Sayard listings</td></tr>
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Ten years later, I believe Archie is living with my great-great grandmother, <a href="http://nolichuckyroots.blogspot.com/2014/01/52-ancestors-in-52-weeks-sally-killian.html">Sallie Killian</a>, their eldest two children, his son, her daughter and three other children. Sallie is the only adult woman in the household. The second household, no longer listed on the same page, appears to now be headed by Rebecca or Bricka Sawyer. The elder Archibald appears to have died.<br />
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An aside. The presumed death of old Archibald corresponds very nicely with the death in 1839 of a Revolutionary War pensioner, Lewis Sawyer, in Cocke County. A man who does not appear in any Cocke County census. Except his name is NOT Archibald. James Sawyer also loses an elderly man, aged 80-89 in the 1830 census. And names a son Lewis. Of course, I don't know what Archie named those children living with him in 1830.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1840 Cocke County, TN census</td></tr>
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By 1850, Archie and Sallie's household reflects <a href="http://nolichuckyroots.blogspot.com/2011/05/archie-sawyer-sally-killion-what-i-was.html">the family I know</a>, family my great-grandfather Gee Sawyer, his brothers and sisters considered their own. They claimed Sallie's daughter, Linnie, and Archie's son, James, as their own, never distinguishing them from the full brothers and sisters. Which led to more than a little confusion when I began researching.<br />
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The confusion lingers. Just who are those people living with Archie in 1830? I assume brother James, born about 1820, is one of the boys. I have no idea who the others are. None. In 1840 the women, oldest girl, and one male child are no longer in the household. That leaves one boy and two girls, all aged 10 to 14 years old, living with Archie and Sallie. Three people of whom no mention has ever been made in my family.<br />
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So who are these folks, Archie? These people you sheltered in 1830 and 1840. Where are they hiding? I am hoping DNA testing may lead to some clues.<br />
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<i>Written for Amy Johnson Crow's blogger challenge <a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/challenge-52-ancestors-in-52-weeks/" target="_blank">52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks</a>.</i><br />
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<li><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 20.53333282470703px;">Alta Sawyer Palmer, The Sawyer Family, Third Edition (Morristown, Tennessee: Privately published, 1986).</span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 20.53333282470703px;">1830 U.S. census, Tennessee, Cocke, p. 245, line 4, Archibald Sayard; digital images, Ancestry.com (accessed 24 Feb 2014); citing National Archives and Records Administration microfilm M19, roll 180. </span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 20.53333282470703px;">1840 U.S. census, Tennessee, Cocke,, p. 262, Archabald Sawyers; digital images, Ancestry.com (accessed 16 Jan 2014); citing National Archives and Records Administration microfilm M704, roll 518. </span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 10.5px;">1850 U.S. census, population schedule, Tennessee, Cocke, District 11, p. 423A, dwelling 1142, family 1142, Arch Sangers or Sawyer; digital images, Ancestry.com ( accessed 16 Jan 2014); citing National Archives and Records Administration microfilm M432, roll 874.</span></li>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">This post originally appeared on <a href="http://www.nolichuckyroots.blogspot.com/">Nolichucky Roots</a>.</div>Susan Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02009218875010743399noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7274336739835087347.post-47570877273317761612014-02-16T10:25:00.000-06:002014-02-16T10:25:09.390-06:0052 Ancestors in 52 Weeks: Isabella Bryson McAdams Hale (1776-1855)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I learned then, and continue to learn, that what I know is far surpassed by what I do not. What I know (or at least believe I can support) is that Ibby married Hugh McAdams in June of 1800 in Greene County, TN. The family record lists the date as 12 June 1800. <a href="http://interactive.ancestry.com/1169/VRMUSATN1780_041278-00086/5514049?backurl=http%3a%2f%2fsearch.ancestry.com%2fcgi-bin%2fsse.dll%3fdb%3dTNstatemarriages%26h%3d5514049%26ti%3d0%26indiv%3dtry%26gss%3dpt%26ssrc%3dpt_t6022211_p-1361127932_kpidz0q3d-1361127932z0q26aidz0q3d1197492079z0q26pgz0q3d32771z0q26pgplz0q3dpidz0q257caid&ssrc=pt_t6022211_p-1361127932_kpidz0q3d-1361127932z0q26aidz0q3d1197492079z0q26pgz0q3d32771z0q26pgplz0q3dpidz0q257caid&backlabel=ReturnRecord#?imageId=VRMUSATN1780_041278-00086" target="_blank">A register of marriage licenses and bonds now available online</a> gives a date of 9 June 1800. They had five children - Margaret (b. 1802), Mary (b. 1804), Thomas Cunnningham (b. 1806), Samuel Bryson (b. 1809) and Jane (b. 1811) - before Hugh's death on 13 December 1814 in Washington County, TN. <a href="https://familysearch.org/pal:/MM9.3.1/TH-1940-714269-1-61?cc=1909088&wc=M9HJ-SL2:n26891504" target="_blank">Hugh's estate documents</a> suggested he had been a cabinet maker. I have since learned that he may have been an influential cabinet maker. A PhD candidate at Middle Tennessee State University is examining his work for her thesis. I look forward to her analysis.<br />
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One year after Hugh's death Ibby married a widower, Joseph Hale. Their daughter Louisa was born about 1817. Learning of Louisa's birth was startling to me. She is not mentioned in the seemingly comprehensive family record passed on by her half-brother Thomas.<br />
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In 1816 Ibby's only known sibling, <a href="https://familysearch.org/pal:/MM9.3.1/TH-1940-714407-1-33?cc=1909088&wc=M9HJ-SL2:n268915044" target="_blank">Samuel Bryson, died</a> without having married. She was the executor for his estate. Ibby is mentioned in her husband Joseph Hale's will. According to the family record she died on 1 June 1855 and was<a href="http://nolichuckyroots.blogspot.com/2011/08/mcadams-graves-tombstone-tuesday.html" target="_blank"> buried in Fairview Cemetery</a> with the children of her sons Thomas and Samuel. Standing at her grave was one of the most emotional moments of any of my research trips.<br />
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I do not know where she was born or when she came to Tennessee. Son Thomas stated she was born in Pennsylvania in the 1880 census. Son Samuel said Virginia. I do not know if Carson was her mother's maiden name. I suspect not since the only mention of her in the family record is of her death in a listing where the other women are listed by their married names. I have no information on her father beyond his presumed existence and death. I have never found any documentation that names a John Bryson or Margaret Carson that I could tie to Ibby's parents. I am not even certain of her date of death, for she is nowhere to be found in the 1850 census.<br />
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I cannot connect her with any of the established Bryson or Carson families found in the area. I have not made any DNA connections that point clearly to Ibby, though she is high on my most wanted list. I assume she was Scots-Irish, assume she was associated with the Presbyterian church, though her second marriage was performed by a Baptist minister. I hope to learn more about her parents, but their lives on the 18th c. frontier make that problematic.<br />
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<i>Written for Amy Johnson Crow's blogger challenge <a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/challenge-52-ancestors-in-52-weeks/" target="_blank">52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks</a>.</i><br />
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<li><span style="font-size: xx-small;">1880 U.S. census, population schedule, Tennessee, Washington, District 16, enumeration district (ED) 035, p. 549A, dwelling 6, family 6, McAdams, Samuel; digital images, Ancestry.com (www.ancestry.com : accessed 14 Feb 2014); citing National Archives and Records Administration microfilm T9, roll 1284. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: xx-small;">1880 U.S. census, population schedule, Tennessee, Washington, District 17, enumeration district (ED) 035, p. 663B, dwelling 263, family 272, McAdams, Thomas C.; digital images, Ancestry.com (www.ancestry.com : accessed 14 Feb 2014); citing National Archives and Records Administration microfilm T9, roll 1284. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: xx-small;">FamilySearch, "Tennessee Marriages, 1796-1950," database, FamilySearch (http://new.familysearch.org : accessed 14 Feb 2014), entry for Izabel Brisson. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: xx-small;">FamilySearch, "Tennessee, Marriages, 1796-1950," index(www.familysearch.org : accessed 14 Feb 2014), Joseph Hale and Ibby Mc Adams. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Washington, Tennessee, Probate Court Books, 1795-1927 Vol. 00: 328, Hugh McAdams Estate, 6 Nov 1815; digital images, Family Search (www.familysearch.org : accessed 14 Feb 2014). </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Washington, Tennessee, Probate Court Books, 1795-1927 Vol. 00: 342, Samuel Brisons Estate, 22 Oct 1816; digital images, Family Search (www.familysearch.org : accessed 14 Feb 2014). </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Washington, Tennessee, Probate Court Books, 1795-1927 Inventories, 1844-1857, Vol. 02: 530, Joseph Hale Estate, 24 Jan 1856; digital images, Family Search (www.familysearch.org : accessed 29 Jan 2014).</span></li>
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This photograph is of him in his csendőrs uniform. He is a sergeant, wearing a badge for Patrol Leader and two medals, the Long Service Cross for non-commissioned officers and the commemorative cross for the 60th anniversary of Franz Josef's reign issued in 1908. The bars or strafes on his sleeve indicate eight years of service.<br />
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Dating the photograph was a bit of a challenge. Since he had been awarded the commemorative cross it was clearly after 1908. The uniform collar design suggests it was taken before World War I. His soldiers book says he entered military service in 1904. The Gendarmerie were drawn from the military. I am estimating the photograph was taken about 1912 when he would have been about 30 years old.<br />
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I believe this is the earliest photograph we have of my grandfather. It corroborates what I have been told by his children about his life in Europe before coming to America. I am curious about the ring he appears to be wearing. He was not married then. I have a ring he left when he died, but don't know if it was the one he was wearing in this photograph. <br />
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I used the wonderful website <a href="http://www.austro-hungarian-army.co.uk/" target="_blank"><i>Austro-Hungarian Land Forces 1848-1918</i> </a>created by Glenn Jewison and Jörg C. Steiner to find out more about the medals, decorations and uniforms of the Hungarian military and gendarmerie. <br />
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<i>Written for Amy Johnson Crow's blogger challenge <a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/challenge-52-ancestors-in-52-weeks/" target="_blank">52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks</a>.</i></div>
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I am expanding my definition of ancestors this week to include cousins. My research efforts the last few weeks have been driven by my renewed interest in DNA matches. I have been scouring, with success, <a href="http://www.fultonhistory.com/Fulton.html" target="_blank">Old Fulton NY Postcards</a>, Ancestry.com, and FamilySearch for easily accessible records that will provide a paper trail linking my father to some new matches.<br />
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I was told that my grandmother Anna Pereksta had two maternal first cousins in Binghamton, NY where she lived after emigrating to the United States.<br />
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This photograph from one of her photo albums is labeled "Mom and Mr. Sedor (first cousin) at Saranac". My aunt had later told me that this was George Sedor. However, given the abundant numbers of George Sedors or Szidors or Citars or Sidors or Scidors appearing in Broome County, NY census records, I still wasn't sure which George to claim. </div>
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So I was particularly pleased when one of my father's matches listed Sedor and Binghamton in his profile. He turned out to be descended from George Sedor and Mary Zubal. Having a name for one of the George's wives was all I needed to zoom on in a specific George. I corresponded excitedly with one of my match's cousins for several days comparing notes and histories.<br />
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<a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-rFfs1USU3WA/Uu1FkW3PCQI/AAAAAAAAMjU/BO9xJG37m9g/s640/blogger-image--200106445.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Sedor, George. Photograph. 1949. Digital image. Privately held by Susan Popp Clark, [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE,] St. Louis, MO. 2014. " border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-rFfs1USU3WA/Uu1FkW3PCQI/AAAAAAAAMjU/BO9xJG37m9g/s640/blogger-image--200106445.jpg" title="George Sedor, 1949" /></a>And then we exchanged photographs. I sent her the photograph of our grandparents in taken at Saranac Lake after the Spanish Flu epidemic. She sent me a photograph of her grandparents and their children in 1949. As wonderful as the census data and newspaper articles are there is something altogether different about having photographs. Especially when there is shared DNA.<br />
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There he is. George Sedor, my first cousin, twice removed. Another one of the pivotal people in our history. Yes, as my new-found cousin pointed out, like my grandparents, he started life as a peasant and spent his working life making shoes in a factory. But his children's lives were far different than if he had remained in the Carpathian village of his birth.<br />
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His obituary tells the story.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Father of 4 Firemen, Sedor Rites Thursday</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Funeral service will be held Thursday for George Sedor, Sr. of 5 Jones Street, father of Binghamton Fire Chief John A. Sedor and three other Triple Cities firemen.<br />Mr. Sedor died yesterday morning at Wilson Memorial Hospital after a long illness. He was 81 years old.<br />Born in Czechoslovakia (then Austria-Hungary) in 1883, Mr. Sedor came to America at the turn of the century. He was a retired Endicott-Johnson employe.<br />MR. SEDOR was married to the late Mary Zubal and was a member of the Holy Spirit Catholic Church.<br />He is survived by three daughters, Mrs. Gregory (Anna) Cytch, Linden, N. J. and Mrs. John (Mary) Hlopko and Mrs. Robert (Helen) Tobey, both of Binghamton; five sons, John, George, Jr., and Steven, all of Binghamton; William, Jersey City, N. J., and Andrew, Endicott.<br />Also a sister, Mrs. Anna Gabok, Auburn; 17 grandchildren; nine great-grandchildren, and several nieces and nephews.<br />George Sedor, Jr. and Steven are members of the Binghamton Fire Department. Andrew is a member of the Endicott Fire Department.<br />FUNERAL SERVICES will be held at 8:30 a.m. Thursday at the Greskovic Funeral Home, 161 Clinton Avenue, and at 9 a.m. at Holy Spirit Catholic Church. Burial will be in Holy Spirit Cemetery.<br />Friends may call at the funeral home tomorrow and Wednesday from 2 to 4 and to 9 p.m. The Reverend Alexander P. Maczkov, pastor of Holy Spirit Church, will hold prayer services at the funeral home at 7 p.m. Wednesday.</span></blockquote>
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<i>Written for Amy Johnson Crow's blogger challenge <a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/posts/challenge-52-ancestors-in-52-weeks/" target="_blank">52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks</a>.</i><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Anna Pereksta and George Sedor photograph, c. 1919, Popp Family photographs and papers, 1930-1990; privately held by Susan Popp Clark, [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE,] St. Louis, MO. 2005. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Sedor, George. Photograph. 1949. Digital image. Privately held by Susan Popp Clark, [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE,] St. Louis, MO. 2014. Published with permission of the owner of the original photograph.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"> </span><span style="font-size: xx-small;">"Father of 4 Firemen, Sedor Rites Thursday," Binghamton Press, 16 Dec 1963, Evening Edition, p. 21, col. 7; digital images, Old Fulton NY Postcards (http://www.fultonhistory.com/Fulton.html : accessed 23 Jan 2014), Historical New York Newspapers.</span></div>
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