Showing posts with label Family Stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Family Stories. Show all posts

Visiting Ancestral Towns

Last week, I found myself passing nearby an ancestral city and could not resist stopping by and seeing what I could find.

I had done some basic research prior to visiting the town of Spring City, Utah (it lies in the northern half of Sanpete Valley, about seventeen miles north of Manti, the Sanpete county seat).  I wrote down the names and dates of my ancestors who lived in Spring City but I did not think to record their immigration date, parent's names, children's names, etc.  I had hoped to rely on my phone to access online information.

My main focus was on my Jensen ancestors who immigrated from Denmark:
1. Kristi Ellsworth 
2. Douglas Keith Ellsworth (living)
3. Diane Hadley (living)  
4. Lloyd Reed Ellsworth (living)
5. Alice Josephine Cluff (living) 
10. Alfred Orval Cluff (1908-1980)
11. Clea Emily Nielsen (1907-1988) 
22. Carl Emil Nielsen (1860-1935)
23. Jensine Oline Jensen (1867-1951) 
46. Niels Christian Jensen (1842-1916)
47. Dorothea Marie Jensen (1839-1918) 
94. Jens Christian Nielsen
95. Ane Marie Andersen
Note: according to records in Spring City, the parents of Dorothea Maria Jensen are Jens C Andersen and Annie Maria Nielsen.
 Although I arrived unprepared, the Lord presented me with several tender mercies.  Fifteen minutes outside of town, I exited my navigation (to set it to the Spring City cemetery location instead of just Spring City) and found out I'm out of service range.  I now had no idea how to get to Spring City or the city cemetery.  Thankfully, I was observant enough to notice signs (I had a feeling to u-turn outside one town and learned coming northbound there was a sign direction for Spring City, when southbound had no such sign).  

When I finally entered into Spring City (thank goodness for the welcome sign!), I was blessed to find the Geological Society (located in Old City Hall at 46 North Main) right off the main road across from the gas station (where I was going to stop for directions).  Although it was closed, another couple had called the genealogist to come help so when I approached the building they were just leaving.  The genealogist was sweet enough to help me out since she was already there helping the other couple. We went through a cemetery index book then she lead me over to the Old Firehouse next door (44 North Main) to look through records about houses that belong to my ancestors - such as two homes of Jens C. Andersen that are still standing.  One other home (I'm uncertain who had built it) had recently been torn down to build a ranch house in its place.  Also, she had a filing cabinet of information for each ancestral person known to have lived in the town.  Because the information was submitted by Jensine Oline Nielsen (my great-great grandmother) I assumed we already had the paperwork and did not request copies (also, I had found the same information online just a few days before).  Not sure that assumption was the right choice.

A $10 brochure (which I did not buy due to limited funds) had the following information about Jens C. Andersen's homes.  I took a drive through town and I took these pictures myself (information copied from brochure):

Andersen-Madsen House, c. 1882
325 East Center
This one and one half story brick house was built about 1880 by Jens C. Andersen, a Dane.  The main portion of the house contains a second story door above a small porch and is built with multi-colored brick.  Note the prominent brick round-arched lintels above the door and window opening in contrast to the brick color of the exterior walls.  The may may have come from the same kiln as the brick used for the old elementary school. In 1885 Jens sold the house to Christian Andersen.  Andrew Madsen, a handcart pioneer, purchased the house in 1891.  Madsen, also from Denmark, was a Black Hawk War veteran, and was involved in the Spring City Roller Mills.  A kitchen addition was constructed in 1910.  Additional living space has been added by the current owners.

Jens C. Andersen House, c. 1884
91 East 100 South
Andersen, an immigrant from Thorring, Denmark, built this one and one half story brick house in `884. This house is significant for its early use of locally fired bricks from a brickyard west of town.  Originally a hall-parlor plan a matching brick addition was added in 1995.

After visiting these homes and viewing a few more prominent buildings in town, I finally made my way to the cemetery.  Thankfully I was wise enough to ask for directions from the genealogist because if I didn't, I would have never found it!

In Memory of
Anne Marie Anderson.
Born in Denmark
April 11, 1811
Died Spring City
Nov. 18, 1889
(Spring City Cemetery 1SE-04-L05-12)

Niels C. Jensen
July 30, 1842 - Dec. 14, 1916
(Spring City Cemetery 1SE-04-L05-13)

Dorothea M. Jensen
Mar. 16, 1869 - Aug. 23, 1918 
(Spring City Cemetery 1SE-04-L05-14)


Even now, as I look over my notes, I realize even more how I was ill prepared.  I had taken some notes but did not copy the information about these ancestors as appeared in the book that indexed all the Spring City ancestors in the cemetery.  In the future, I will make sure to copy (or at least take a picture) of everything with my ancestor's names.  I did not think it was important at the time, but now I do.  Good thing I drive pass Spring City every time I take a road trip to Utah.

Under the name of Niels C. Jensen, it listed his parents as Jens Nielson and Maria Hansen.  Well, not having internet access and having no family history books with me, I knew not if this could be an ancestor, but because of the name and dates, I thought it important to picture document this find when I accidentally came across it in the cemetery.  Unfortunately, I did not write down the plot information.  It was either 4NE-16 or 1SE-01 right up against the eastern road.

Jens Neilson
Born in
Lyngaa, Den.
April 11, 1823
Died
May 11, 1880

There was one more family member I wanted to find: Niels Madsen.  However, after I walked around the whole cemetery several times, I had to give up my search.  The Spring City index only gave me the information: Block 13, Lot 6, HL Rasmussen lot.  The cemetery locator (index posted in the center of the cemetery) did not have him listed; and searching in Block 13, Lot 6 gave no results although there were a few Rasmussens buried there (no H.L. Rasmussen though).  

So, what did I learn?
  • Bring a paper map - can't always rely on GPS navigations
  • Come prepared with family group records and detailed information
  • Collect any scrap of information, no matter how insignificant it may appear
  • Don't expect your phone and/or internet to work - bring paper documents
  • Ask family about what information has already been gathered
  • Bring spending money and buy brochures, books, etc that contains ancestral information
I had so much fun, I look forward to future visits to ancestral towns.  I'll make sure to be more prepared, although being unprepared will not stop me from visiting if I find myself passing near an ancestral town.

The SNGF Genealympics!

On behalf of the 2012 London Olympics, Randy Seaver from Genea-Musings has created the Saturday Night Genealogy Fun Genealympics.

To learn more and participate, go to:


If you have no blog to post your own participation, submit it to familypearls (at) gmail (dot) com and see it posted here.


Posted by Kris Ellsworth:

Design your own Genealympics flag to represent your ancestry, heritage or personal expression:




This flag's design is focused on ancestors who immigrated from Great Britain (mainly England) and Denmark.  The image is a magnolia, representing ancestors from the Southern states.

Pioneer Tribute

This is a poem set to the tune of "Old Dan Tucker".  It was written by Captain Edmund L. Ellsworth for the First Company of Handcart Pioneers to sing as they pushed and pulled along on their way from Iowa City to Zion in Utah.

When from Iowa City first we started,
with our friends in tears we parted.
Our arms and legs were very weak,
our handcarts loudly they did creak.

So get out of the way, the handcarts are rolling,
Zion's children now are coming.

When to the sandy road we came,
we called upon both old and lame.
Out of the wagons for to get,
and around the handcarts form a set.

So get out of the way, the handcarts are rolling,
Zion's children now are coming.

Our sisters, they stout hearted were,
and seldom ever shed a tear.
They pulled their handcarts all along,
and cheered up on with joke and song.

So get out of the way, the handcarts are rolling,
Zion's children now are coming.

But we had some young men so faint hearted,
so that their handcarts soon they parted.
Their legs were weak and toes were sore,
so into the wagons they went to snore.

So get out of the way, the handcarts are rolling,
Zion's children now are coming.

But when a ship was brought in sight,
it seemed to set all things quite right.
For their toes got well and legs got strong,
and with their handcarts they jogged along.

So get out of the way, the handcarts are rolling,
Zion's children now are coming.

When in our tents so close we fitted,
our toes and arms you might have pitied.
But when a cup of tea was ended,
all angry words were then suspended.

So get out of the way, the handcarts are rolling,
Zion's children now are coming.

The little toes they trudged along,
forgetting all but Zion's songs.
Their little feet in blisters were,
but seldom did they shed a tear.

So get out of the way, the handcarts are rolling,
Zion's children now are coming.

Thankful Thursday: Family Histories

Post submitted by Tammie Iczkowski

Today I would like to publicly thank my Uncle, Richard, aka Rich Schimmel, who has passed away a few years ago. Who was always cracking jokes and bringing light into my life. 
 

Post submitted by Kris Ellsworth:


My family has always be busy working on our family history.  Even as a child, we had a Family Home Evening once a month where we would learn about one story about an ancestor that we could add to our own binders entitled, "My Own Pioneer Ancestors." 
Having so much information readily available to me, I've become a bit complacent about it.  Doing a quick walkthrough of my house, these are the life stories I easily come upon:
  • My Own Pioneer Ancestors
  • Life Story of Dorothy Mae Blalock Hadley
  • Life Stories: Lloyd Reed Ellsworth & Alice Josephine Cluff Ellsworth
  • The Cluff Family Journal
  • Our Blalock Beginnings
  • Our Hadley Heritage
  • Our Rose Family History
  • Footprints of Roy
  • Baker's Dozen: William Evans and Esther Celestia Cole Baker Family
  • The Life and Times of a True American Frontiersman: Edmund Lovell Ellsworth
  • Remember: The Willie and Martin Handcart Companies and their Rescuers - Past and Present
  • History of the Mormon Colonies in Mexico (The Juarez Stake) 1885-1980
And that's just the easily accessible, bound books.  I'm ashamed to say that I haven't fully read any of these, although I have studies and skimmed through almost a third.
This week, I decided to crack open these books. I quickly learned how much I have missed out on because I haven't bothered to read them.  There are so many amazing jewels: stories and events that I didn't realize my ancestors were a part of.   It caused my love of family history to burn stronger and I'm working like crazy to try and do more in helping others feel the same passion I do.
Don't let your family's stories become lost.  Don't throw away these precious pearls of knowledge.  Start today with a tape recorder, a camcorder, or a simple paper and pencil.  Sit down with your parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, or cousins.  Help them write down their own life story.  Or search through your home for a life story and sit down to read through it.  You will be amazed at the things you learn about.  It is a truly amazing blessing!
I live in the present yet feel for the past
Seeking connections and roots that outlast
The change of the seasons, the distance of time
Stories and people who I can call mine

Someone who's part of me -- Who will that someone be?

For the hearts of the children are turning
Turning to fathers they've never seen
And the hearts of the fathers are burning
With the promise of what will be

Play the song "The Hearts of the Fathers are Turning" by Steven Kapp Perry