Genealogy lessons

my mother's first marriage license

my mother’s first marriage license

Yoo Hoo! School is almost over. Children and teachers might shout something like this near the end of every term, though as a rule retirees don’t.  But I’m saying it now.  I’m sick of homework and happy to have almost finished.  I’ve gotten what I want out of “Genealogy and Historical Research” and done my own hysterical research as I count up the hours I’ve spent completing assignments.

Despite my relief at finishing, the quarter held rewards and surprises. Below are a few things I learned about my family:

I reported in an earlier blog that my maternal grandmother completed only a fourth-grade education. I couldn’t find much information on my paternal grandmother, except that her father was born in Germany and her mother in Sweden. My mother’s great-grandparents on her father’s side were from Derry County, Northern Ireland, and one great-great-grandfather came from Devonshire, England.

My mother’s home town no longer exists, and by 2013, the population of my father’s had shrunk to 125.

All the information you find on different genealogy sites — from birth certificates to census records to tombstone dates — is only as accurate as the person who records the information. Researchers should expect to encounter mistakes.

I religiously use my full legal name for everything official, though my parents never used it and most of my friends and acquaintances don’t even know it.  My ancestors weren’t nearly as fastidious.  My maternal grandmother appears in different documents as Katherine, Kathryn, Kate and Katie.  Her cousin appears as Lucinda Mary, and also as Lucinda May, but more often than not as Lula. Lula had a sister named Orah, who comes up in census data as Cora.

Genealogy is like detective work, requiring patience, full attention to detail, and persistence.  After this quarter, it’s clear I’d never make a good detective.  I’m happy knowing different ancestors’ approximate vital statistics.  The blanks in my six-generation ancestral chart will probably remain unfilled unless someone else figures out how to complete them.

There is one topic I wish I knew more about. My mother once told me she had been married at a young age to a man who was not my father. I have the marriage license and she was right about being young: sixteen. I have another document, which is a petition for divorce dated “May 1939.” According to this, “The plaintiff married the defendant [my mother] on September 15, 1937, and continued to live with her until on or about the 13th day of December, 1937.  The plaintiff states that defendant has absented herself without a reasonable cause for the space of One (1) year.” I believe there was reasonable cause and it was my grandmother, who, according to my mom, had the marriage annulled. The petition for divorce tells a different story, but doesn’t change the fact that my grandmother wanted the marriage ended.

I’ve found my mom’s first husband on ancestry.com, but the available information is minimal. He seems not to have married again.  Maybe he didn’t want to risk being quickly dumped a second time. I did learn that he is buried in a veteran’s gravesite in Missouri, the state where he and my mother met.

So my mother was officially married for about twenty months.  And when she married my dad seven years later, her married name appeared on the license. I’ve written for a copy of the divorce decree.  Just wanted to make sure she really did divorce before she married my dad.

 

 

 

Advertisements

About stillalife

I retired June 30, 2010 after working for 40 years in the field of education and most recently doing school public relations/community outreach in a mid-size urban school district. I wrote for superintendents and school board members. Now I'm writing for me and I hope for you. In this blog, I offer my own views coupled with the latest research on how to preserve our physical and mental health as we age, delve into issues most of us over 50 can relate to like noticing wrinkles and forgetting where we left our keys, discuss the pros and cons of different ways to engage our minds and bodies after we leave the workplace, and throw in an occasional book review, all peppered with a touch of humor, irony, and just plain silliness.
This entry was posted in friends and family, intergenerational and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

10 Responses to Genealogy lessons

  1. Martha says:

    Pretty darned interesting. Now how much fits into your next novel?

  2. Sharon Howard says:

    Delighted to see that there is a Swedish ancestor !

    Sent from my iPhon

    >

    • ann oxrieder says:

      I was happy about the countries of origin, but I’d also hoped for Dutch and/or French. A friend just did the 23 and me DNA tests. I was considering it, but $199 seems like a lot, especially if it doesn’t tell me any more than my ancestry.com research did.

  3. Shirley Shimada says:

    Enjoyed your dalliance with detective work. Reminded me of some detective novels and programs I’ve enjoyed reading and watching. Did you find Murdock’s Mysteries?

  4. Evelyn says:

    I guess one of the amusing parts of doing research on ancesters is that you can’t change a thing about them if you disapprove of what you learn. Ah well :-). .

  5. ann oxrieder says:

    I didn’t ever feel like I wanted to change anyone. Though I did wish I’d asked more questions earlier.

  6. Barbara de Michele says:

    I have a question or two as well, but I’ll share that tidbit with you over brunch some day. Just remind me 🙂 I think your discoveries are fascinating. Our parents’ generation did not like to talk about their mistakes (some of them would have said “sins”). I wonder if the next generation, who tell everything to everyone, will be better known by their children?

  7. ann oxrieder says:

    I was surprised about the number of divorces in one branch of the family. I thought divorce was a more recent phenomenon.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s