Tuesday, December 10, 2013

One Hundred Years Ago Today (almost)



I missed it by two days!  

Since the northeast got hit Sunday (December 8, 2013) with the first major snowstorm of this winter season, it would have been perfect if I had paid closer attention to my grandfather's 1913 diary and posted this two days ago -- but I was otherwise occupied and blew it.

All too infrequently during this year I have posted excerpts from the diary kept by my paternal grandfather when he was 16 - 17 years old in 1913 and a student at Phillips Andover in Andover, Massachusetts.  

It turns out that the last entry in my grandfather's diary for 1913 occurred on December 8th.  The 8th of December 1913 was a Monday and Andover was hit with its first snowstorm just as we have had our first on December 8, 2013 -- one hundred years to the day later!

My grandfather's last diary entry for 1913 reads as follows . . . 

          "Today we have our first snow storm which amounts to
      anything. It went down to about 15 today and the wind
      is blowing a gale of about 60 miles an hour.  There is
      about 3 inches of snow." 
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Scan of the December 8th entry in the 1913 "A Line A Day" diary of Arnold G. Tew.  The original diary is in the personal collection of the author.
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Copyright 2013, John D. Tew
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Monday, December 9, 2013

Military Monday (December 9, 2013)



Last Friday I posted a photo of my wife's grandfather, G. Douglas Jeffs, in his WWI Canadian Expeditionary Force uniform.  Today I post the Canadian Expeditionary Force Certificate of Service issued to George Douglas Jeffs, who was a physician and served in Canada and England with the Canadian Army Medical Corps (C.A.M.C.).  He served aboard the hospital ship H.M.H.S Araguya.



Dr. Jeffs was commissioned in the C.A.M.C. on May 2, 1917 and served until he was "STRUCK OFF THE STRENGTH" on July 9, 1919 "by reason of General Demobilization."
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Scan of the original Certificate of Service document which is in the family documents collection.

Image of the H.M.H.S Araguya from http://www.ebay.it/itm/AMBULANCE-SHIP-HMHS-Araguaya-Royal-Mail-Steam-Packet-Steamer-Co-postcard-/281161429197
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Copyright 2013, John D. Tew
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Sunday, December 8, 2013

"Lost Ancestor-Speak" (December 8, 2013)



The Bully Pulpit by Doris Kearns Goodwin was published on November 5, 2013.  I am a good way into the book and despite some of the negative criticism the book has garnered, I am finding it a thoroughly enjoyable read. I read Edmund Morris's multi-volume biography of Teddy Roosevelt (which provides much more scope and detail on Roosevelt than does The Bully Pulpit), but I have to admit that other than the very basics, I am unread when it comes to William Howard Taft.

As I am making my way through the book, I am struck by the similarities with our own times -- the flurry of inventions and technological revolutions, the disparity in wealth distribution in the U.S., the ever present political corruption, the battle between conservatives and progressives, and the role of an increasingly activist press (who went down in history as the "muckrakers"). What struck me too, were the many instances of a now lost vocabulary spoken by those of the time.  These are the words of our ancestors of just over a century ago and yet so many of their words sound odd and even foreign to our ears today.  This, of course, is true for every generation with respect to the slang and fads that enter the common patois and often have a half-life measured in months.  Other words seem to have a more general standard quality and they enter the written and literary language of the time with a life that  probably appeared eternal to those who used them -- but yet time and again we see that the words of even our fairly recent ancestors sound peculiar to us.  I have picked out a couple from The Bully Pulpit as examples of what I call "lost ancestor-speak" for purposes of this post.

Speaking years later of the 1890s Farmers' Alliance and Populist Party, one of the renowned McClure's muckrakers, William Allen White, wrote, "We prideful ones considered the Alliance candidates as the dregs of Butler County society; farmers who had lost their farms, Courthouse hangers-on . . . political scapegraces." Scapegraces?  The word scapegrace apparently originated in the early 19th century as a combination of scape (as in scapegoat) and grace (as used in the "free favor of God" in Christian belief especially).  So a scapegrace was a person who "escaped the grace of God" or, in other words, a mischievous or wayward person; a rascal.

Another of the "Big Four" muckrakers at McClure's, Lincoln Steffens, wrote that he faced, as the head of the new police bureau for the Evening Post in New York in November 1893, "beastly work, police, criminals and low-browed 'heelers' in the vilest part of the horrible East Side amid poverty, sin and depravity."  Heelers?  The word apparently comes from the term used for something that follows close behind (as a dog "heels" when falling in behind its owner).  The term came to be used in derogatory political descriptions for the henchmen of a local political boss who followed orders and kept in their places behind, or at the heels of, the Boss.  The term later became softened a bit and was used to describe someone who was put in charge of the lowest levels of a local party organization -- a "ward heeler."

Intermittently this year I have posted excerpts from my grandfather's A Line A Day diary from 1913 -- one hundred years ago.  In reading and transcribing his diary, I came across words he used that I had to research -- words that were in common use at the end of the 19th century and turn of the 20th century.  An example is from his entry for February 29, 1913.  [The most attentive among you will note that 1913 was not a leap year, but 1912 was.]  My grandfather's entry for March 1, 1913 stated, "What I have written on opposite page all belongs in this space.  This page seems to be my hoodoo!" The word hoodoo is said to have originated in the 19th century as an alteration of voodoo and came to mean a person or thing that brings or causes bad luck, but can also mean a run of bad luck associated with a person or activity (such as my grandfather's problems with remembering that the section in his diary for February 29th would not be available for use every year).

So, while the language and words that our ancestors used can seem foreign and even peculiar to us now, research and re-discovery of lost ancestor-speak is not just fascinating, it also informs our ability to better understand what it is they are actually saying to us decades and generations down the line.  

What "lost ancestor-speak" have you come across in your genealogy research? 

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Scan of the dust-jacket to Doris Kearns Goodwin's The Bully Pulpit from the personal copy of the author.
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Copyright 2013, John D. Tew
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Saturday, December 7, 2013

Saturday Serendipity (December 7, 2013)





Saturday Serendipity returns today after a brief hiatus for an out-of-town family Thanksgiving Day gathering for what was also my father's 91st birthday.  

After a return to work and a struggle to catch up with a week of missed blog surfing, here are a few recommendations for inclusion on your reading list on this 72nd anniversary of the attack on Pearl Harbor.

1.  Looking for that just right gift for your favorite genealogist?  Diane Boumenot at One Rhode Island Family gives you 50 Gifts for Genealogists.

2.  The background and status of the Personal Genome Service health testing offered by 23andMe is fully explained by Judy Russell at The Legal Genealogist. 

3.  For some lovely Christmas lighting photos you must stop by Jana's Genealogy and Family History Blog and see Jana's  Christmas Lights On Temple Square -- and note that is just Part 1!

4.  Since I lived in Holyoke, Massachusetts for a couple of years when I was very young (and started school there in Kindergarden), I was sad when the blog disappeared right after May 2nd of this year.  Well, during my brief Thanksgiving hiatus, it's baaaack!  For anyone with an interest in the history of Holyoke and its immediate environs, take a visit to Holyoke, Mass.  It is largely a history site with a treasure trove of photographs, but as we all know, genealogy and local history are siblings -- if not fraternal twins.     

5.  At the risk of appearing self-promoting because two of my suggested submissions were mentioned, you should check out the poems selected for Bill West's 5th Annual Great Genealogy Poetry Challenge, which was posted Thanksgiving Day (during my recent hiatus).   Since this is my first year of blogging, I was not aware of Bill's challenge until this year.  It is a great idea and he has posted some nice selections that are well worth visiting and reading!    

6.  And speaking of shameless direct self-promotion, I humbly recommend on this 72nd anniversary of the attack on Pearl Harbor, my Samaritan Sunday post of July 21, 2013 .  The post -- and the link provided there -- tell a very special story about a family's supreme loss at Pearl Harbor and the Good Samaritan who returned something of great meaning and importance to them many decades later. And also on this day of remembrance, see Barbara Poole's photos of the local tribute 
in Lowell, Massachusetts to the Pearl Harbor victims here on Life From The Roots. 

7.  Speaking of Life From The Roots and Barbara Poole its author, she provides a wonderful example of Yankee ingenuity and frugality in her recent post "I Have to Share . . . You Might Just Benefit" about her return to using Fold3.

8. And finally, I could fill several Saturday Serendipity posts with recommendations from one of my favorite web surfing stops, The Vault -- but it is best to serve courses one or two at a time at a feast lest one's guests quickly gorge themselves. So, today I'd like to recommend one lovingly humorous (yet extremely poignant) course for your consumption and enjoyment. You should really have a 
look at this four-minute 1942 home movie "Having a Baby" by Johnny and Betty Patterson. 
[Johnny Patterson died in 1945 in combat during a kamikaze attack on the USS Ticonderoga.]

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Copyright 2013, John D. Tew
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Friday, December 6, 2013

Friday Fotos (December 6, 2013) -- George Douglas Jeffs in WWI

Capt. George Douglas Jeffs (1893 - 1980)


George Douglas Jeffs was born on November 25, 1893 in Havelock, Ontario, Canada.  He is my wife's maternal grandfather and the great grandfather of our two sons.

"Doug" Jeffs was a physician as was his father, Dr. William Henry Maines Jeffs.  During World War I, Dr. G. Douglas Jeffs was a Captain in the Canadian Army Medical Corps (C.A.M.C.) and was part of the Canadian Over-Seas Expeditionary Force, having served with the 10th Field Ambulance Corp.  He served from February 9, 1917 to July 9, 1919. 

Doug Jeffs was the second of two sons of Dr. William H. M. Jeffs (1864 - 1933) and his wife, Minnie Brown (1862 - 1950).  Doug's older brother, Howard, was also a physician.


William Jeffs (1813 - 1894)             m.    Margaret Weir (1819 - 1894)

James Jeffs (1838 - 1916)                m.    Sarah Jane Maines (1845 - 1931)

William H.M. Jeffs (1864 - 1933)    m.    Minnie Brown (1862 - 1950)

G. Douglas Jeffs (1893 - 1980)        m.    Eulalie Lillian Mary Jeffs (1893 - 1984)

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Photograph from my wife's collection of family photos.
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Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Wordless Wednesday (December 4, 2013) -- The Ceremonial Masonic Sword Of My Great Grandfather, Samuel Eber Carpenter







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All photographs of the sword by the author.  The sword is now in the personal collection of the author courtesy of the very kind gift of the sword from my aunt, Lois (Carpenter) Connell!
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Copyright 2013, John D. Tew
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Thursday, November 28, 2013

Happy Thanksgiving and Happy Birthday (November 28, 2013)

"The First Thanksgiving at Plymouth" by Jennie A. Brownscombe (1914)

We all think we are pretty familiar with the Thanksgiving holiday in the U.S.  It is the holiday that is popularly recognized as having started in 1621 with the Mayflower "Pilgrims."  The Pilgrims landed in Massachusetts in 1620 and only 53 of the 102 Mayflower passengers survived the first winter.  As any grammar school student will tell you, following their first harvest in 1621, the surviving Pilgrims held a feast of thanksgiving in celebration.  The feast lasted three days and 90 Native Americans attended as guests.  Many think that Thanksgiving was thereafter established by tradition as a November harvest feast and holiday -- but like most things to do with holidays and celebrations in the U.S., it is not that simple.

The genesis of Thanksgiving as a celebration in the U.S. is mixed up in trying to make distinctions between religious celebrations of Thanksgiving and a public holiday celebration established by
proclamation or statute.  As early as the 1500s, religious observances of thanksgiving were practiced by Spaniards in areas that eventually became part of the U.S. In Jamestown, Virginia there were religious services of thanksgiving as early as 1610 -- 11 years before the harvest feast of the Pilgrims in 1621.

In the early colonial period in America periodic festivals of "giving thanks" were celebrated by various colonies on different dates and not every year.  The first national celebration of thanksgiving in America came after the Declaration of Independence when the Continental Congress declared the First Proclamation of Thanksgiving in 1777 -- while temporarily located at York, Pennsylvania because the British occupied Philadelphia.  And in December 1777, George Washington declared a victory celebration of thanksgiving after the British were defeated at Saratoga, New York.  Various designations of thanksgiving celebrations took place after American Independence was declared and the Revolutionary War was fought until George Washington, as President, created and declared in the City of New York the first Thanksgiving Day on October 3, 1789.  Subsequent presidents also declared Thanksgivings and some state governors did likewise until President Lincoln, during
the raging of the Civil War via a Presidential Proclamation, established a national Thanksgiving Day on October 3, 1863 and set the celebration for the "last Thursday of November" in 1863.

Since 1863 "Thanksgiving" has been celebrated as a national holiday in the United States, but not with the kind of uniformity and lack of controversy that most of us would think.

All of the Presidents after Lincoln followed the Lincoln proclamation and annually declared the last Thursday of November as the Thanksgiving holiday.  But then, in 1939, President Franklin Roosevelt was faced with a November having five Thursdays rather than the usual four AND he was presented with the argument (in the midst of the Depression) that making the Thanksgiving holiday the fourth Thursday rather than the last Thursday that November would give more shopping days between Thanksgiving and Christmas and thereby help the economy.  He was convinced and proclaimed the next to last Thursday in November 1939 to be the national Thanksgiving holiday. Despite protests from Republicans that the change to the fourth Thursday from the "last Thursday" in November was an affront to the tradition established by Lincoln, within two years of FDR's switch to the fourth Thursday in November, the holiday was established as the fourth Thursday each November.  On October 6, 1941 a joint resolution of Congress fixed the national Thanksgiving holiday as the fourth Thursday of each November beginning with November 26, 1942.

The transition of our national Thanksgiving holiday to the fourth Thursday in November from the "last Thursday" did not go smoothly, however, and for a time many people called November 30th (because the last Thursday in 1939 was November 30th) the "Republican Thanksgiving" and called November 23rd (because the fourth Thursday in 1939 was November 23rd) the "Democratic Thanksgiving" or "Franksgiving" (an apparent amalgamation of "Franklin's Thanksgiving"). The years 1940 and 1941 each had only four Thursdays in November and FDR declared the third Thursday in each of those years as Thanksgiving.  Many states and localities had a tradition of celebrating Thanksgiving as the last Thursday of November and they were loath to give up that tradition. Also, the fact that football schedules were made far in advance and so the traditional Thanksgiving Day games were already set for the last Thursday, further complicated any change.  Annual presidential declarations were not legally binding and so only 23 states followed Roosevelt's proclamation while 22 did not.  Texas was one state that could not or would not decide between the two options and so took both days as holidays.

Finally, as I mentioned in an earlier post here on The Prism about the 50th anniversary of the assassination of President Kennedy, that horrible crime and Thanksgiving have ever since been connected in my mind because Thanksgiving in 1963 was a mere six days after the assassination.  What I did not say then, is that both of those events are also forever linked in my mind with my father's birthday.  My father was born on November 28th and the fourth Thursday in November 1963 was the 28th -- Thanksgiving Day six days after the assassination was also my father's birthday.  And now today, 50 years later, my father's birthday is once again on Thanksgiving Day.  Today our family will be giving thanks for many things and will gather together in celebration.  Chief among the celebrations for us today will be the thanksgiving of having our parents with us as we celebrate my father's 91st birthday.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAD!! 






[Due to the celebration of Thanksgiving and my father's birthday at my sister's home in another state, The Prism will be on a brief hiatus for several days.  Happy Thanksgiving to all!]      
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Image of "The First Thanksgiving at Plymouth" by Jennie A. Brownscombe (1914).  The image is in the public domain because its copyright has expired. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Thanksgiving-Brownscombe.jpg 

Photograph of A.G. Tew, Jr. in the collection of the author.

For more information on the history of Thanksgiving in the U.S., see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thanksgiving_(United_States)
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Copyright 2013, John D. Tew
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Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Wordless Wednesday (November 27, 2013) -- My Grandfather's WWI Troop Billet Aboard the U.S.S. Imperator




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Scanned image of original WWI Troop Billet of Everett S. Carpenter now in the collection of the author.
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Copyright 2013, John D. Tew
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