I Meet The Most Interesting People



When you get started with a hobby like this, you have no idea how many very interesting people you will meet.  As an amateur genealogist, you would think I had learned by now that everyone has a story, but it seems I’m still surprised every time it happens.

Back in the fall, I picked up three interesting pictures at a flea market.  Meet Elmer F. McClelland, Mrs. Jenny McClelland, and their daughter, Elma McClelland.

Elmer F McClelland

Elmer F McClelland

Jenny McClelland

Jenny McClelland

Elma McClelland

Elma McClelland

I figured the names were just unusual enough that I might be able to find something, and I was right.  I won’t bore you with all of the research details, because the story of these folks is way more interesting than any description of me clicking away on a computer.  Suffice it to say that through information I found on Ancestry.com and FamilySearch.org, with some help from Google and some archived newspaper articles, I found one of the sons of Elma McClelland.

Elma married Leslie Ernest Eichelberger in 1919 and they had two sons, William and Robert.  It didn’t take me long to find that Robert had died in California in 2009.  Other information indicated that William had died in Denver in 1981, so I set out to find their children, in hopes of finding living descendants of Elmer McClelland.  What I found was that William is not dead – surprise!

Bill Eichelberger is a lively 91-year-old living in Denver with his wife, and they have been active in their community, making a difference for seniors in a significant way.  I hope you’ll take some time to check out the website for the organization they helped to found, A Little Help (see below).

I contacted A Little Help in hopes of finding information on Bill, and they forwarded my e-mail to him.  We began communicating and I confirmed that Bill’s mother was indeed Elma McClelland Eichelberger.  So I packed up the photos and sent them off.  With a few exceptions, this tends to be the point where my contact with descendants of all of these “orphan photos” ends, but Bill was willing to share a little of his family’s story.

Elmer McClelland’s father, Joseph, and his family moved to Colorado in 1873, and Elmer eventually began working for the family newspaper, The Fort Collins Express, with his brother and father.  Elmer worked for different newspapers in the Denver and Ft. Collins areas, and he retired with his wife, Jenny, to their farm south of Ft. Collins.  Elmer and Jenny had four children, Henrietta Maria, Helen Jane, Elma Frances, and Joseph Simpson McClelland.

McClelland Family 1904

McClelland Family 1904

Elma married Leslie Eichelberger, whose family came to Pennsylvania from Germany in the early 1700s.  Elma and Leslie married in 1919.

Eichelberger 1919

Eichelberger 1919

Elma and Jenny 1935

Elmer and Jenny 1935

Over the years, the Eichelbergers lived in Topeka, Wichita, and Honolulu, and young Bill attended college in Colorado, eventually making his permanent residence there.  Bill has children and grandchildren, all of whom are curious as to how photographs of their great-great-grandparents ended up in a box of photographs in Atlanta, Georgia … we’ll probably never know.

I, for one, am glad those pictures showed up here in Georgia.  Bill has been such an engaging correspondent and willing to share as much of his family’s story as I want to hear, all of which is fascinating.  He has given me permission to use his name and these images, in hopes that other McClellands and Eichelbergers may find the information useful, and maybe even make contact.

Sometimes you make someone’s day … and sometimes you make a new friend.  How fortunate am I to experience both !!!

Best hobby ever ….

Don’t forget to check out A Little Help, in Denver:  http://www.alittlehelp.org/


Follow-Up on “A Different Kind of Old Picture”

Every once in a while, you get a message that gets things rolling.

Hoover Art Co., Hollywood

Hoover Art Co., Hollywood

Back in August, I posted about a different kind of old photograph … one that is hanging on my living room wall, which my husband and I bought for our second wedding anniversary.  Every year at our annual Oscar(R) party, our friends who are anointed with the gift of Encyclopedic Movie Knowledge (“EMK”) take a stab at what it might be.  No one has ever reached any real conclusions, though.  Until about six weeks ago . . . .

Because of this blog (yay!), I now have some answers.  I got an e-mail from a reader named Luke, who wanted to know if I had found out anything about the Hoover Art Company of Hollywood.  Seems Luke has a similar picture in his house – not the same exact image, but the same size and from the same era.  I immediately e-mailed the above-referenced friends with EMK to let them know we had new information and to see if anyone had any clue what the new information might mean.

courtesy Luke R.

courtesy Luke R.

In a matter of a couple of hours, BOOM! We had it !  Our friend Lee, who has the most EMK of anyone I know, works for a company here in Atlanta that I will simply refer to as “We Used To Be Just Billboards” (readers here in Atlanta will know what I mean). Lee has many Friends Who Know Stuff, and reached out to a group of them to see if they could dig up any information on these two pictures.  And they responded very quickly – with a black-and-white still photograph that matches our color one exactly.

"The Alien," courtesy George Eastman House

“The Alien,” courtesy George Eastman House

Our image is from “The Alien,” made in 1915, starring George Beban.  I think George is the guy in the very front, who is reacting in shock to something off-stage.  According to Wikipedia, George was born in San Francisco, and worked in Vaudeville and on Broadway, often typecast as a French character.  In attempting to break that mold, he began to study Italian immigrants in his New York neighborhood, and added those mannerisms to a character in a vaudeville sketch about an Italian laborer mourning the death of his child.  He called the sketch “The Sign Of The Rose,” and it grew into a full length play, and then a feature film – “The Alien,” directed by Thomas Ince.

George died in 1928 from injuries he sustained when thrown from a horse while on vacation.  His son, George Jr., also became an actor, and died in 1977.

There is still a lot to learn about this picture.  Is it possible this could have been part of a series, since Luke’s picture is the same size and is framed similarly?  Can you imagine a group of these, hanging in the office of a movie studio executive?  Lee and his cohorts have not given up on finding out about the image in Luke’s picture, either.  We’re hoping they’ll get a hit, either on the image itself or a possible film link.  I’ll keep you posted.

Oscar(R) night at my house this year was as much about “The Alien” as it was about “Argo,” “Lincoln,” or “Silver Linings Playbook.”  I think George Beban would have appreciated that.

Genealogy and My Christmas Tree


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Genealogy Lessons Learned While Decorating the Christmas Tree

1.  Location is key.

Christmas Bells

Christmas Bells

Some ornaments must be hung in specific places – in front of a light, deep in the tree, near the end of a branch – for best effect.  If you don’t put them in the right place, the tree can look wonky.  Similarly, you can’t force an ancestor into your tree in the wrong place.  Don’t try to make your Uncle Jim his own grandfather.  Watch those dates.  And if great-grandmother Mary lived in Rockville, Virginia all her life, but isn’t there in the 1900 census, you have some investigating to do!  Don’t assume she was just left out.  Maybe she was in a place other than the one you expect.

2.  Sometimes, the old, cracked, and broken are the most interesting.

Ornament from my parents' first tree

Ornament from my parents’ first tree

Sure, all the pretty ornaments are great, and can make your tree look quite elegant.  But the most meaningful are the old ones, which are gonna show a little loving wear and tear.  Memberships in the DAR and the First Families of Virginia are terrific – good for you!  But come on, the story about your great-aunt’s first husband getting shot in a card game is way more interesting (true story from a friend’s genealogy).

3.  There’s always gonna be a blank spot you just can’t fill.

The blank spot

The blank spot

No tree is perfect.  The branches don’t always form a perfect pyramid for you to decorate.  And you don’t always have an ornament that just fits that weird gap.  I have two of those gaps in my family tree (known in the genealogy world as a brick wall, but that term doesn’t fit my Christmas tree metaphor).  Keep searching … somewhere, someday, you will find the perfect ornament for that spot.

4.  Don’t ignore the back of the tree.

Back of the Tree

Back of the Tree

Unless your tree sits in the center of your room, you are surely tempted not to decorate the back.  Who’s gonna see it?  Remember, though, that trees aren’t solid things.  You can see through the branches to other branches, and light shines from the back to the front.  Sometimes, bits of information you deem unimportant can cast illumination on something that’s critical to your immediate search.  Don’t ignore any of it.

5.  Sometimes, you have to start all over.

2012 tree, 2.0

2012 tree, 2.0

Last Tuesday, I came down with bronchitis.  After spending the better part of three days in bed, I came downstairs to find that all of the lights had gone out on our fully decorated tree, except for one strand in the back on the bottom.  My poor husband has been working in overdrive, taking care of me and several projects from work, so I just couldn’t ask him to do anything about it, but I was crushed.  Finally, yesterday afternoon, I dragged myself off the sofa, un-decorated half the tree and found the dead strand.  We re-strung a working strand, and ta-daa! Lovely tree once more.  Had to re-decorate, but it’s all pretty and sparkly again.  I think my metaphor is clear here, yes ???

6.  Some of my ornaments are really goofy, but I love them.

Cowboys ornaments

Cowboys ornaments

Garlic ornament - yes, garlic!

Garlic ornament – yes, garlic!

Spider web - from my grandmother, when I worked at Univ. of Richmond

Spider web – from my grandmother, when I worked at Univ. of Richmond

I have several ornaments from a unicorn phase in my twenties.  I also have a bunch of Dallas Cowboys ornaments … what?? You know you have your team on your tree somewhere.  Our family has a beloved ornament that is a horse’s … ummm … rear end, painted on a big sand dollar.  But every one of those ornaments goes on the tree every year, because they are MINE!  They represent who I am, and who I was, and where I was, and who loved me enough to get me something small when they were on vacation.  Likewise, my family tree may not be dramatic or noteworthy, but they are mine.  Salt-of-the-earth farmers in Virginia, some of whom fought for their country, and some who just lived basic, everyday lives.  Nothing shiny or sparkly, but very special to me.

7.  My grandma’s ornaments are my favorites.

Handmade by Grandma, #1

Handmade by Grandma, #1

Handmade by Grandma, #2

Handmade by Grandma, #2

Handmade by Grandma, #3

Handmade by Grandma, #3

No real genealogy point here … just the warm feelings I get when I look at the three ornaments my grandmother, Irma Frances Elliott Shelton, made for me.

Merry Christmas, y’all ….

A Man and His Cats


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Let me begin by saying (a) I don’t have any cats and (b) I don’t speak German.

How’s that for an intro?  Got your attention ?

So here’s what happened.  My friend Linda told her friend Teresa about this blog.  Later, Linda and Teresa were talking about cats.  Teresa mentioned a photo album someone had sent her a few years ago because they knew she likes cats.  The person found it at an antique store/flea market and bought it because they couldn’t stand to leave it there.  [ How many purchases have I made for just that reason? ]  She told Linda about, and Linda decided that I should set my Mad Detective Skillz to finding its family.

But here’s the thing – it’s all CATS … and what little writing is there, is in German.
[See first sentence above.]

I’ve done everything I can think of, but it remains what it was when I got it — a  photo album containing well over 50 pictures of cats who were clearly loved, with an occasional photo of a man I presume was their owner [as much as one *can* own a cat].  There were also some names written in the album.  Here’s a sampling of photos in the album:

Exhibit A – The Cats

Exhibit B – The Man

Exhibit C – Some Names
Penrose Krech Manegold
Else Tenner Kalbfleisch Weitz [not sure all those actually go together]
Friedrich Roschlau
Ruth Schreckenberger
Wiltrud Grotzner Beseler

The problem with the names is, they are under spaces that obviously held photos at one time, but don’t now.

And what does this mean?  “SpieBenleite. Gutwillige Zugabe der Familie Kalbfleisch”  According to Google’s translation, “SpieBenleite” means “pike redirect” – “Gutwillige Zugabe der Familie” means “intentioned addition of family” – and “Kalbfleisch” is either a family surname, or it means “veal.”  Using my woefully inadequate translation skills, perhaps a family adopted a pet?  No idea …

Exhibit D – The Little Girl

On the back of this photo is a stamp that says “Lollar’s, B’ham, Ala.”  Lollar’s was a photography retailer in Birmingham, in business from about 1910 through the 1940s, according to Google.  There’s no name for the little girl and nothing that would identify where she is.  Could the photo have been taken in Germany and developed in Alabama?  Is she a child or grandchild of The Man With The Cats?  Who knows? Insert your own story here.

My main purpose with this post is to get the information on the internet in hopes that someone will be searching for … what? “man with cats and a little girl, possible family name Kalbfleisch” ??  What are the odds that someone will be searching for exactly the right combination of words to lead them to this album?  I guess stranger things have happened on the Internet – and perhaps the searcher can answer my questions:

Was the man a cobbler? (he’s wearing a leather apron in several photos)
Did he live alone? (other than the little girl, there are no other people in the photos – only cats)
Why did someone take out all of the pictures of people?

And why did the cat have her picture taken with Asta? *

So … got any ideas, faithful readers?  I’d love to hear them.

*NOTE:  If you don’t know who Asta is, watch “The Thin Man” with William Powell and Myrna Loy IMMEDIATELY !!  And if you do know who Asta is, watch it again.

That Little Face – Part Two


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As I mentioned in my last post, the discovery of a photo of Dorothy Dunn Bayley (1908 – 2003) led me to many more photos.  Becky, the Etsy.com seller who had the first two, encouraged me to look at her other photographs to see if any others might be connected.  She also offered to check them against the handwriting on the original two (which was the same) to see if any were similar.  She found 13 more !!  Take a look at some of these fabulous faces . . .

Anna Williams – 1893

Jeanette And Edward

Lottie Hume Sewall

Mrs. Russell E Sewall (Lottie’s mother-in-law)

Can you believe it ?? What a treasure!  I contacted Chris Bayley to let him know that I had purchased more photographs, and he and I began unraveling the “ties that bind” them all together into the Williams/Dunn/Bayley/Sewall family.  Chris offered to mail me more information on his family, and one day in the mail, I received a book:  “1121 Union,” written by Chris’s uncle (Dorothy’s brother), Edward B. Dunn.  It’s really a terrific look at some of the early history of Seattle, seen from one of its most prestigious neighborhoods.  Edward died in 1991, but left this amazing work for future generations.  It is a warm, very personal story, and I have enjoyed reading every word.  The faces I found in photographs had come to life.

As Chris and I corresponded, we got to know each other a bit, and actually found that we have a personal connection.  Through his work as an attorney, Chris has been an active member of the American Bar Association.  One of the partners of a law firm where I worked in the 1980s became President of the American Bar Association, and he and Chris were acquainted through some of their work together.  It’s a tiny connection, I know, but still kind of amazing, given the time and geographical distances involved.

Chris e-mailed me in July to let me know that the Bayley-Dunn family was preparing to have a party on the Great Lawn at the Dunn Historic Garden.  He had assembled the photographs we located and put them together in an album for the family.  He was also gracious enough to extend to me an invitation, if I’m ever in the Seattle area in August, to join the party.  Sounds like just the excuse I need to plan our next vacation !

This is a dynamic, community-oriented family, and I have been privileged to get to know them just a little.  You never know what will come from one little face:

Dorothy Dunn Bayley

It All Started With This Little Face ….


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How could I NOT be intrigued by this face ???

Dorothy A. (Dunn) Bayley

Especially when it had a name attached – “Dorothy A. Dunn (Bayley)” was written on the back.

I was “shopping” on Etsy.com one rainy weekend in April, and ran across that little face.  I contacted the seller, Becky, with a question, and told her about my hobby of trying to connect orphaned photographs with their families.  I had no idea what that one little question would unleash.  Becky sent me a scan of another photo in her collection which also had the name Dunn on the back –

Jeannette (Williams) Dunn

Were they mother and daughter? sisters? I had to know, so I bought the pictures, and began searching.

Almost immediately, I ran across an online article about Dunn Gardens in Seattle, Washington.  On the web page was a photo of Arthur and Jeanette Dunn – JEANETTE!  Just like on the back of the second photo – this had to be my same Jeanette.  As I continued my search, I found some contact information for Dunn Gardens, and sent an e-mail to the Administrator, letting her know that I had found the photos and asking if she knew how I could get them to the family.  She responded the next day, and copied two members of the Dunn family.  I sent them scans of the two photos, and Chris Bayley (one of Dorothy’s children) responded by e-mail to say that they were indeed his family and that he had never seen either photograph – how exciting !  I just love it when that happens !!  The originals went in the mail immediately.

Thus began a long-distance conversation about a fascinating family, in which I learned that Jeannette was Dorothy’s mother.  The thing is, these two photos led to about a dozen more !  Becky, the seller on Etsy, corresponded with me about several other photographs in her collection.  Come back later this week to see some of those photos and to learn more about the Dunn family.  I can’t wait to share them with you.

Join me for Part Two of this story, in which you will learn how Chris Bayley and I discovered what a small world we live in.

Georgia State Archives

This post has nothing to do with old photographs, and I can already hear what some of you are asking – your family is from Virginia, you don’t even research at the Georgia State Archives … why do you care if they close?

1 – I’m a citizen of the state of Georgia, and have been for over 25 years.  What happens here affects me.

2 – It isn’t just genealogical information that will become unavailable, although that would be a disastrous blow all by itself.  Tax information is stored at the Georgia State Archives, along with land surveys and the legislative record.  How would you search a land title with the archive available to you for only 2 hours, by appointment only, and with only one person to assist you in locating the records (the proposed “compromise”)?  And what about government transparency?

3 – Georgia would become the ONLY state with no open archives – that’s just plain embarrassing.

4 – The Official Code of Georgia MANDATES open records – it is the law.  The law.

This article, written by Vivian Price Saffold, a board member of the Georgia Genealogical Society, sets out the issues much more eloquently than I can.  So please read her comments, and then contact the governor, the Secretary of State, and your state representatives and senators, and let them know that closing the Georgia State Archives is simply unacceptable.


It is Saturday morning. People are enjoying the first day of autumn. For many people it was a day of football games, yard work and relaxation.

Others – professional researchers and amateur family sleuths – are in Morrow at the Georgia Archives. They arrived before the doors opened at 8:30 a. m. and will leave reluctantly at 5 p.m. They are working frantically to take advantage of one of only two days available to them.

After today there are five more Saturdays until Nov. 1, the date Secretary of State Brian Kemp has set for the closing of the Archives to the public.

Yes, Secretary Kemp said people would be able to get into the Archives by appointment. That was the day before he announced that seven of the 10 employees were being terminated. Remaining are the director (who came to the Archives from Alabama in May), the building superintendent and one excellent, veteran archivist.

That means there will be one person who knows the collection well enough to handle research questions effectively.

Research in Georgia requires access to the Georgia Archives. Many of the records cannot be found anywhere else. Thorough research takes time. How many people will be lucky enough to get appointments? How long will each person be allowed to stay? Will a researcher wait for a month to get an appointment, then be asked to leave when his two hours are up? Two hours is hardly worth the drive from anywhere in metro Atlanta, certainly not from other areas of the state.

How many professionals will default on contracts because they cannot meet deadlines or complete work at all?

A great many research requests actually come from state government. It is not an unreasonable assumption that those requests will have priority. How will that impact the ability of the private citizen to get an appointment?

Although Secretary Kemp obviously disagrees, such an appointment system does not appear to meet Georgia’s legal mandate (Georgia Public Records and Open Records Act 50-18-70) that requires that records be “open for a personal inspection by any citizen of this state at a reasonable time and place…”

Pointing fingers of blame is not a useful exercise, and there is plenty to go around – even to the citizens of Georgia. Great numbers of Georgians responded quickly, purposefully and commendably to Secretary Kemp’s fateful announcement on Sept. 13. During the last three years, however, as the staff and hours shrunk, only a few diehards haunted the capitol.

Ironically, at a well-attended ceremony last week Gov. Nathan Deal proclaimed October Archives Month in Georgia. He delighted the crowd of supporters with the announcement that he would find the money to keep the Archives open. The announcement made the Governor the hero (for the moment, at least) and had to have chafed the Secretary of State, who has been taking considerable heat on this issue.

Many assume that the Archives has been “saved” and the battle is over.

But, what exactly, does the Governor have in mind? Will he find enough emergency stop-gap funding to keep the Archives open and make it possible for Secretary Kemp to reinstate the seven employees? Will he keep the Archives open, but with only three employees? Archives employees serve at the pleasure of the Secretary of State. The Secretary is a constitutional officer, not an employee of the Governor.

Will the Governor figure a way to re-work the budget he submits to the legislature, thereby allowing the Archives to close and re-open next spring?

If the Nov. 1 deadline passes with no resolution, the seven will be gone. Even if a way is found to save those valuable employees, many of them are likely to leave before then. This would result in a tremendous loss of institutional knowledge. It would take new-hires, even qualified archivists, many years to learn the collection well enough to be effective.

Athens librarian Laura W. Carter made an analogy to the retail store where the clerk is not familiar enough with the merchandise to understand the request or find what is needed. Such a scenario is made all the worse at the Archives because the “customer” (the Georgia citizen) already owns the “merchandise. “

If the Archives closes, Georgia will the only state without public access hours. Even if service remains the same, Georgia will have the fewest hours of any archives in the nation.

Secretary Kemp opted to take all of the mandated three percent cut from the Archives, instead of spreading the grief to all of his divisions. The Archives needs a relatively small amount – $730,000 – to maintain the current level of service. That amounts to a little more than 13 cents for every Georgia citizen.

Just like Georgia families, the government must prioritize expenditures. Finding $730,000 certainly won’t move the Archives to the top of the state spending list. But it will be enough to tide over this important agency – perhaps until the state’s economic picture improves.

The future of the Archives remains uncertain. Advocates need to hold Gov. Deal to his promise. They need to urge Secretary Kemp to keep the seven, at least until after the legislative session, and contact their local legislators to express their support for a reasonable funding solution.


Photo Blogs I Like



End of the Summer

If you’re interested in this photo reunion project of mine, perhaps you’d like to read about others who are doing the same thing.  Here are some of my current favorites:

The Lost Gallery has tons of fun photos – not all are “reunion-able,” but the comments of the blog owner are usually pretty smile-worthy.


Connie at Forgotten Old Photos posts every day, and has a column where she describes some of her successful reunions.


The Archivist at Family Photo Reunion is in Canada, and finds some of the best photos – really lovely.


At the Cabinet Card Gallery, there’s a post every day, and even the history of the photographer is explored.


“Mrs. Marvel” at Who Were They? posts some very cool pictures, and attempts to draw conclusions based on clues in the settings and clothes in the photo. I’ve learned a lot from her sharp eye.


Last, but certainly not least, is the site that got me started — Caroline Pointer’s “48-Hour Challenge”:


At the 48-Hour Challenge, Caroline posts photos and members of the Forum  examine them to see what story they can draw from online sources, and whether it’s possible to locate family members.  Once I read through a few of her challenges, I thought I’d try to flex my muscles, and this blog is a direct result.

So, thanks, Caroline … and thanks to you other bloggers who inspire me and challenge me, and who keep those faces alive.

NOTE: If you’re wondering what the above picture has to do with photo blogs I like, the answer is … very little.  It’s a photo I stumbled across from a summer trip many, MANY years ago.  It’s not a very good picture, but it immediately evokes a feeling for me, and it makes me smile.  Had to put it somewhere, right?

Successful Reunion – Franklin Stark and Elizabeth Daughtry Family


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. . . and when I say “family,” I *do* mean FAMILY.  Not just one photograph, but several were found in an antique mall in Asheville, NC.  Here’s the story.

In April, we were in Asheville, and I made my regular pilgrimage to Lexington Park Antiques.  It is a mall-style antique store, with over a hundred different vendors, all with different treasures.  At this point, my photo reunion skills were still new, and a bit unsure, but I was certain there must be some goodies in this huge place.  I was right.

At one booth, I found a box full of photographs, several of which appeared to be pictures of several members of one family. There were at least a dozen, and most were identified.  I started a small pile and began to marvel at the huge project this was obviously going to be.  Massive!

When I got home and started plugging names into Google and Ancestry, it didn’t take long at all.  In fact, one good afternoon of clicking and saving and highlighting and note-taking turned up all sorts of results.  The central figure seemed to be Weldon Franklin Stark, born in 1882.  A large portrait of Franklin taken in 1938 had a notation on the back that he died in 1939 at age 56.

Weldon Franklin Stark

There were also several portraits and photographs of Elizabeth “Bess” Daughtry Stark, his wife.  Most were from her later years, but this one is from her engagement announcement in 1903.

At that time, I had discovered FindAGrave.com and was excited to find an entry for Franklin that included not only a photograph of his grave, but a mini-obituary.  It was sad to read that he died in a one-car accident on a bad curve between Commerce and Jefferson, Georgia.  Bess survived him by almost 20 years.

One of the photos I found was of a toddler, identified as Susan Elizabeth Stark.

Susan Elizabeth Stark

Susan was born in 1906 in Columbia, SC, married Kaare Espedahl, had two children, and died in 1991.

As I searched various names, the search result kept popping up one website which listed out some of the genealogy of this family, the Daughtrys in particular.  So I contacted the owner of the site, Caite Stevens.  She and I began a series of e-mail conversations about what I had found, and she was able to fill me in on exactly who these folks were, and a little about the family history.  I didn’t tell her about all of the photos I had, just emailed her scans of two or three of them, so we could confirm it was the same family.  Finally, on April 16, I put a package in the mail to Caite, including the ones she didn’t know I had, like this one, of Bess and two of her friends:  Helen McCall of Buena Vista, Georgia, and Ina Carlton, of Atlanta.  Bess is in the middle:

Bess Daughtry and Friends

The photo reunions are so satisfying.  Not in a “pat me on the back” sort of way, but in a “deep sigh … now they are where they belong” sort of way.  These photos don’t belong in my files or in antique stores.  They belong with people who will treasure them and appreciate them.  The faces and names are fine, and it’s great to know them, but it is the life stories that deserve to be remembered.  We aren’t all astronauts or actors or athletes … most of us live very ordinary lives, with little to mark our time here beyond a few official documents and some photographs.  But “ordinary” doesn’t mean “insignificant.”  I love the process of reconnecting these images with the folks who are the result of their ordinary lives.

Thanks for celebrating that with me here.

*And special thanks to Caite for giving me permission to share these photos.  If you would like to contact her, shoot me a message and I’ll put you in touch with her.

Maple Rollins … Who Worked For Mother


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May I introduce Miss Maple Rollins?

According to the back of her photograph, she is a “girl from Phillips Maine who worked for Mother when Bobby was a baby at 16 Schley Street, Newark, NJ.”

I don’t know who “Mother” and “Bobby” are/were, but I did find a photo of 16 Schley Street in Newark, on the real estate site Trulia.com:

Map image of 16 Schley St, Newark NJ 07112

I assume it’s the house on the left.  That’s all I could find about the address with a quick search, but perhaps a more detailed search will give up more of the history of the house.

However, it wasn’t hard to find Miss Maple Rollins of Phillips, Maine.

The 1910 Census for Phillips, Maine (thank you again, Ancestry.com) shows Frank C. Rollins (54) living with his wife Capitola (44), and their daughters, Elsie (14), Maple (8), and Aldo (7), and a son, Berchal (3).  Frank was a machinist for the railroad, Capitola was a laundress, and it appears Elsie was working at repairing bicycles.  At age 14 … very industrious!  Interestingly, the Census also shows this was a second marriage for Frank and Capitola.  Wonder if any of these children are from former marriages?

The 1920 Census shows the family had expanded.  Frank (still with the railroad) and Capitola (working for a toothpick mill) now live with daughters Maple (18) and Talo (16) [Aldo?], and a son named Alsie [aha – not Elsie, but Alsie – perhaps this explains the bicycle thing … it also shows you can’t count on the names in a census to be 100% accurate].  Alsie is now married to Gladys, and they have a daughter, Mildred (2).  Birchel (12) is also at home, and there is a boarder, Nancy Coffren.

The 1930 Census shows Frank and Capitola now living with a niece, Arzena Dyer, next door to their son, Birchel, who now has his own family.  The rest of the family is no longer living in this household, and are likely out on their own.  Perhaps this is when Maple began working for “Mother” in Newark?

Then, I found a marriage record, dated April 30, 1938, for Maple D. Rollins and Harry L. Cook … awww !

Two years later, there they are in the 1940 Census.  Harry, age 33, works in a local shoe factory, as does Maple, now age 38.  [Interestingly, this Census also shows Capitola is a widow, living with Alsie, who is a mechanic at a garage – that bicycle thing was clearly an early sign of his talents!]

There isn’t much further information on Maple, except for a Social Security death record for Maple R. Cook, who died in January 1991, in Farmington, Maine.  I noticed three family trees on Ancestry.com, but Maple is pretty much a “collateral” relative in all of them.  However, one tree lists full names for her siblings, so I think that is clearly the next step – try to get information on Maple’s siblings in hopes of finding a descendant who would be interested in owning this photograph. I saw no records indicating that Maple and Harry had children, but apparently someone remembered Maple fondly enough to keep this photo of her.

“Maple D. Rollins – girl from Phillips Maine who worked for Mother when Bobby was a baby at 16 Schley Street, Newark, NJ”  Just enough information to tell a whole story … almost . . . .