The Harrisons of Dundas, Ontario

In the first two weeks of June I traveled to New York State and to Canada, mixing my visits to friends and relatives with my genealogical research. I had no more luck gleaning information about the Harrisons at the Hamilton, Ontario, Library this time than last. But knowing that Henry Wickliffe Harrison lived in Dundas, just outside of Hamilton and only 2 miles from the dorm at McMaster University where I had stayed the night, I sought out the small library in Dundas and struck gold. All of the old Dundas Star newspapers had been gleaned and any name in the paper was put on an index card, telling which paper one could find it in. I quickly found ten such small items in the index, all on microfilm, and spent a productive several hours looking up the articles in the newspapers. In fact, I got so engrossed in looking at the articles that I clean forgot to get a picture of the Dundas War Memorial which I intended to do.

The family of Henry Wickliffe Harrison lived in Dundas for many years. Click on this link to read an interesting story of how “Wick” Harrison came to settle in Dundas. (By the way, Dundas is pronounced with the accent on the second syllable, dun-DAS)

There was mention a couple times in The Dundas Star of Gordon Harrison who was serving in WWI and then an article about his death, including portions of the letter his commanding officer sent to his parents.

Gordon’s younger brother, Raymond, managed to break his hip trying to field a high fly ball and falling down on something hard.

The weddings of both Earl and Raymond Harrison were reported. Interestingly in Earl’s wedding, his sister, Merna, was flower girl and in Raymond’s wedding, 14 years later, she was a bridesmaid. That is useful in guessing her age; I have not found a birth record for her yet.

All of these little tidbits helped me to estimate when “Wick” and his family moved from Dundas, Ontario, to Arizona. I had wondered about that ever since I discovered Wickliffe had given information for the death certificate when his older sister, Ida Townsend, died in Phoenix, AZ. The death certificate said Wickliffe lived in Phoenix, too. And he surely lived near there for some time because in 1936 when Raymond married in Flagstaff, his Aunt Ida Townsend gave a wedding dinner in honor of the couple. Ida died in 1950 and Wick died in 1956. Wickliffe came back to visit friends in Dundas in 1954, a year after his wife died, which was the occasion for the article referenced in the link above. (The story about Wick reminds me of the stories that Hubert Douglass, of Sackets Harbor, would spin whenever a reporter came around to talk about “the early years.”)

Wickliffe was not the only Harrison in Dundas. Remember John Durlin Harrison, Wickliffe’s brother, who moved from Hamilton, Ontario, to Lee County, Illinois, to try his hand at farming and after a few years moved back to Dundas to be a merchant again? Well, his son, Archie, died following or during an operation in Dundas when he was 14. One wonders what kind of operation was required at that young age, but the paper did not tell that. The only other news item about John’s family was the announcement that his oldest daughter, Miss Ida Harrison, had successfully passed the elementary piano examination of Toronto University. Ida was 13 at the time of this note in the paper; she married at age 22. I wonder if she went to college.

For your perusal I am transcribing below some of the articles from the newspaper. If you want to see how they fit into the Douglass family, the Harrisons are part of Catharine Douglass‘ branch; you can check out the relationships in her family tree.

(Lineage: Wickliffe-5, Thomas D.-4, Catharine Harrison-3, John-2, Alexander Douglass-1)

The Dundas Star, July 22, 1897

Mrs. Wyck Harrison is expected home from Pt. Sydney, Muskoka, today having made a pleasant visit among relatives and friends. (Julia Watson Harrison’s sister lived in Pt. Sydney; in fact Julia and Wick married in Pt. Sydney.)

The Dundas Star, Jan. 19, 1899, pg. 5

Mr. Broome P. Smith, a missionary in Central Africa connected with the Christian and Missionary Alliance of New York, who is now in town the guest of his brother-in-law, Mr. W. Harrison, intends delivering a lecture in the Methodist Sunday School building Friday evening, the 20th inst., (tomorrow) The lecture will embrace scenes and incidents during his sixteen years residence among the heathen natives. He will exhibit some of the mementoes secured during the time and altogether the lecture promises to be of a very interesting nature as Mr. Smith is a versatile speaker. There will be a collection in aid of the work.

(Broome Smith married Wick’s oldest sister, Emma. I suspect that at the time of this article, Emma had died, or was sick, which may have precipitated the trip home from Africa. She died before 1900 as her mother reported in the 1900 census that she had born 7 children and 6 were living.)

The Dundas Star, December 5, 1918

Pte. Gordon Harrison Was Killed Instantly

Mr. H.W. Harrison has received the following letter from Lieut. F. G. Dyke, giving particulars of the death of his son, Pte. A.G. Harrison, who was killed in action. Pte. Harrison was first listed as missing after the heavy fighting which took place September 28th to October 1st. He enlisted in the 129th battalion on April 24, 1916, and proceeded overseas after a long stay at Camp Borden. He was transferred to the 118th battalion and on reaching France was again transferred, entering the trenches with the 58th battalion. He was more than ten months in France. Before he enlisted he was employed in the Dundas office of the H. & D. railway and later on the Grand Trunk. Besides his parents, two brothers and a sister survive. The letter follows:

“No doubt you have already been advised of the death of your son, Pte. A.G. Harrison, but I am not sure whether or not you have received any particulars. I was not with him at the time but will tell you what I know about it. He was instantly killed by machine gun fire during the fighting between Sept. 28th and Oct. 1st. From the newspapers you will know where the Canadian Corps was then and may be able to take some slight satisfaction from the fact that it was in a big and very successful show that he met his death, and that it was instantaneous.

As you know he had been batman to Lieut. Martin, and as we were in the same company in the 58th I saw a great deal of your son around company headquarters. In all the time I knew him since the 119th was broken up your son’s conduct and manner of carrying on out here was of the very best. I can remember nothing in connection with him that he would not have cared to have let you know. I will not attempt any formal words of consolation, but will merely express my own very real regret at his loss”.

Harrison Cousins

About a year ago I wrote about George Roseveare, a metallurgist who worked at and taught about copper mining. His brother, William, was also a scientist but I did not find as much in the scientific journals about him; his area was chemistry. I did find a death record on the Social Security Death Index for William showing that he died in Lynchburg, VA.

Last month when I was planning my trip to Virginia Beach to visit my Aunt Jean Schroy, I realized that my travels would take me near or through Lynchburg, and that was too good an opportunity not to explore further. I looked up info for the historical library there, checked the internet for Roseveare in Lynchburg and found a 2003 report of a ten mile run, with two Roseveare entrants, possibly brothers, who came in together at the end of the race. They just had to be related; my intuition was telling me so. They were too young to be William’s sons, probably grandsons. I sent a letter to one of the men saying that I would be in Lynchburg and if he was William’s grandson, I would really like to meet him. (I have probably sent off twenty such letters and usually I hear nothing back.) In a few days I received an email from the gentleman’s father saying his son had forwarded my letter to him knowing he would be interested. He would be happy to see me. I was overjoyed.

I met the Roseveares and had a wonderful visit with them. Best of all, they were not surprised at all to learn that they were cousins on the Harrison side of the family. A Roseveare cousin had compiled a huge book about the Roseveares and most exciting for me, they also had a typewritten copy of “Harrison History” by Arnott D. Harrison, that explained volumes. Check out the Harrison family tree and see all the new names I have been able to fill in thanks to Arnott D. Harrison, my third cousin, twice removed (3rd cousin of Ethel Douglass Lee, my grandmother) whom I had not even heard of before. And yes, the “D” in Arnott’s name is for Douglas.

Arnott’s Harrison History explained why I kept running into so many Harrison families when I was doing research in Halton county, Ontario. Catharine Douglass, the youngest of the nine siblings whom I research, married Henry Harrison in Halton county and she died and is buried there as is her husband. But when I tried to figure out which of the many Harrisons in Halton county were related, I could only guess that William Harrison was a brother. Well it turns out that almost all of them were related. Thomas Harrison and his wife, Elizabeth, emigrated from England in 1820. They had six sons, four of whom were born in England, the younger two in Ontario.

Thomas settled in Halton county, Trafalgar township, Lot 12, 1st concession. “At that time,” Arnott wrote, “there were few settlers and but small clearings, so they had their full share of the hardships incident to a new settlement.” In 1824 Thomas died, leaving his wife Elizabeth with a large family, the oldest 17 and the youngest 3 months. Even with her large family, and with only two daughters to help her at home, Elizabeth took on the school teacher’s job when the new school opened in the district and held that position for several years. In the mornings and evenings, she plied her shuttle, weaving for her neighbors, who in return, performed work on her farm. Later she was superintendent of the Sunday School in the Methodist Church. She died in 1867 at age 86, having been a loyal Methodist for nearly sixty years. All six of her sons had farms in Halton county. No wonder I felt like the county had more than its full quota of Harrisons.

Henry Harrison, whom Catharine Douglass married, was the second oldest of Thomas and Elizabeth’s sons. He was a wheelwright (described as one who repairs carriages) and a wagonmaker, which trade he passed on to his son, Thomas D. Harrison.

But to get back to William Roseveare. His son told me that William taught at the University of Wisconsin after getting his PhD. in chemistry from the University of California, Berkeley. He was at UW in Madison for ten years and then he went into industry and worked for Dupont. He worked on the development of dacron during the war, a much stronger fabric for parachutes than the nylon previously used. In ensuing years, he worked for Dupont in Richmond, VA and later in North Carolina. William saw a good part of the country a generation or so before family members moved around so much. He was born in Michigan, grew up in Arizona, got his PhD. in California, taught in Wisconsin and worked in Virginia and North Carolina.

To help you place the Roseveares in the Douglass family, think Catharine Douglass Harrison.

(Lineage: William-6, Olivia Roseveare-5, Thomas-4, Catharine Harrison-3, John-2, Alexander Douglass-1)

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Stories are the life blood of genealogy. Here’s another little snippet from Arnott Douglass.

“Thomas Harrison’s father died and left all his property in England in the care of his brother, who was to hand it over to Thomas, then a young man, providing he did nothing to displease the uncle. Of course they were all Church of England people. In the year of 1805, he (Thomas) married Elizabeth Hodge of Devonshire, England, and with her joined the Methodist Church, which was considered a disgrace by his uncle, and (he) was at once disowned.”

(Which probably figured greatly in his decision to emigrate – ELI)

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Another piece of information I gleaned from Arnott’s Harrison History is that Benjamin Tassie was not the only Douglass cousin to die in World War I. Albert Gordon Harrison, Canadian Infantry, Central Ontario Regiment, died on Oct. 1, 1918 in France, within a month of Tassie and not far distant. Gordon, as he was called, was the son of Henry Wycliffe and Julia (Watson) Harrison of Dundas, Ontario. His name is inscribed on the War Memorial erected in 1948 in Dundas. I tried to get a picture of the War Memorial but could not. I will have to get one when I am in Canada next time. Gordon Harrison is buried in Drummond cemetery, Nord, France. William Roseveare and Gordon Harrison were first cousins.

(Lineage: Gordon-6, Henry W.-5, Thomas-4, Catharine Harrison-3, John-2, Alexander Douglass-1)

Fred Clemons – Knight in Shining Armor

When I wrote the chapter in Only a Week Away about Pvt. Clemons, I did not have the following article. It was sent to me by Fred’s great granddaughter, along with his picture. It is unknown what paper this article may have been printed in, but judging from the content, perhaps it was a fraternal organization. The Knights Templar were popular in this era and might account for the references to knighthood.

Untitled clipping

“The ladies will certainly recognize the above photo as that of our gallant cavalier, Mr. Fred Clemons. He is a fair sample of the old days when knighthood was in flower. He decided for the priesthood at an early age that he might save men, but his fondness for the other half of humanity overcame his early inclinations, and he launched out, determined to save all especially the other half, and he has stuck bravely at it for 50 years and says he will continue on in the good old way. He says there is a slight variation in the two halves, but thanks the Lord for that. He was born in old Jefferson County, N.Y., not far from 50 years ago, joined the army at the age of 16 and was at the battle of the Wilderness, siege of Petersburg, and Lee’s surrender at Appomattox, coming to Michigan shortly after this, and has been engaged in all kinds of business ever since, namely, doctor, tailor, butcher, barber, harness maker, Jack the giant killer and photographer. Fred is an all round good fellow, made a rip roaring good commissioner for six years, but gave this position up four years ago to devote all of his time to “that other half,” and says he is making a howling success of it. He makes a rattling good Times correspondent and is sporting editor of the Chicago Chimes-Herald, edits the matrimonial column in the Lodies’ Old Journal, and is the author of the book entitled “How to be Married Though Happy, or What Must I do to be Shaved?” (in two volumes). In religion he is a staunch Republican and is intensely devoted to the welfare of the ladies of this or any other town. His good looks are constantly getting him into trouble. Last winter he was challenged to fight a duel for his lady love, as they did in days of yore in Merry England. He chose flails as the weapons and it is needless to say that his opponent beat a precipitate retreat. He is also a poet of no mean order and writes interestingly of the days when chivalry was abroad in the land. Being a true knight at heart, with a soul filled with chivalry, he longs to tilt at a jousting with knights who ride to glory or defeat for the favor of his Ladye Fayre as did the knights of old England.

At present he is in quest of Adams’ lost rib or what it was made into, and the probabilities are that before fall he will overtake it, that is if one can judge from appearances, for lately the snug little home on Saginaw street has undergone quite a transformation – everything on the European plan – and …he says himself all that’s needed is a piece of calico about five feet two inches long, cut diagonally and belted in the middle. Well, Fred, here’s to…. (copy of clipping ends there)

There is a newspaper date of August 8, 1902 cut out and pasted to the page on which this clipping was pasted. Fred was born in 1846 so that would make him 56 in 1902, “not far from 50″. His first wife died in 1896 and he married Rosella Livingston in 1897. Unfortunately, in the 1900 census he is listed as divorced. So all the comments in the article about “the other half” may be related to Fred once again courting the ladies. I did not find any record of a third marriage. Fred Clemons died in January 1919 and is buried in Newton cemetery, Arbela township, Tuscola County, Michigan.

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In 1880 Fred’s brother, Edward, left Redfield, NY, with his family and traveled to Trego County, Kansas. Perhaps Edward intended to homestead in the area, but things were very unsettled there at that time.

According to the cyclopedia of Kansas, 1879 has been a bad crop year and many immigrants were returning east broke. Also there had been reports of some Indian marauding within the recent past in the western area of the state. The returning immigrants, the risk of Indian raids and the recent problems with cattle drovers, who drove their herds wherever they wanted on the way to Abilene, would have been discouraging. Several murderers from incidents in unorganized territory were turned over to the sheriff but they had to be let go as there was no authority to try them. Three counties were attached to Trego County for jurisdictional purposes succeeding this event. No wonder Edward and his family left; they went to Tuscola, Michigan where his brother Alfred was living. They were there about a year when Edward’s wife, Julia (Streeter), died and he took her back to NY state for burial. She is buried in Greensboro cemetery, north of Redfield.

A year and a half later, Edward went once again to Tuscola. It is unknown how long he stayed there but ultimately he returned to Oswego County, NY. He never remarried and lived with his daughter and son-in-law, Aurelia and Alfred Ackley many of his remaining years. He was buried next to his wife in Greensboro in Oct. 1927.

Alfred (“Fred”) was the only one of his siblings who moved from NY state.

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I have been looking forward to my trip to Virginia Beach, because I planned to drive through Lynchburg and would have the opportunity to do some family research there. I am making progress in finding descendants of the Catharine Douglass Harrison branch of the family at long last. That means that I only have the Mary Douglas Cramer branch to continue searching. Mary had fourteen children and her obituary in 1885 said that nine were still living, but so far I have not been able to track her descendants in the 20th century. I know where a few of them lived but can not find any descendants. Perhaps they had none, but my experience says that is unlikely. Often when the available information denies any descendants, I have not only found descendants but sometimes a family with many children and grandchildren.

I will keep looking.

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Josephine Reichenstein Douglass

I had tried several times over the course of the last four years to learn where and when Josephine Reichenstein Douglass, wife of Wilfred Douglass, died. I accessed the available death indices online and looked every so often for Reichenstein family trees. I tried different spellings of the name at first but after I received a copy of their marriage license I was pretty sure her name was spelled correctly. Then a few weeks ago I came across a website called Omaha Obits. I put her name in the search engine and I found her. Not only her but Wilfred, too. This website does not have the actual obituaries on it, just the index to where the obituary is in the newspaper. I have sent for the obituaries but have not received them yet. The index reads Douglas, Josephine (Mrs. Wilfred R.); 53; 17 Nov 1933; @ Forest Lawn (cemetery). And Douglas, Wilfred R.; 60; 30 Sep 1940 @ Forest Lawn.

Wilfred and Josephine had two children. Robert, born 1909, and Jack, born in 1914. Robert must have died relatively young and without children. He does not appear in the Social Security Death Index which names most people who died after 1966. And there are no records that I have found, or that have been passed on to me, naming any children.

Jack, after his stint in the armed services, had a career in civil service for the Army and lived in California, North Carolina and Alaska before retiring to Coeur d’Alene, Idaho. He and his wife died in 1992 and 1988, respectively, and are buried there.

The cover to the Genealogy of the Canadian Branch of the Douglass Family, says: “Compiled by Wilfred Robert Bruce Douglass, Omaha, Nebraska, May, 1926.” In his Introduction, Wilfred writes that information about the early generations came from notes of his father, Dr. John G. Douglass, and from Dr. Douglass’ sister, Eleanor Sproat, who was ninety-three years old at his writing.

This unpublished genealogy was so valuable to me as I began to research other branches of the Douglass family that it seems only fitting that I try and glean what facts I can about Wilfred’s own family. I am looking forward to receiving the obituaries. Wilfred was a department manager of a retail furniture store in Omaha for many years, so I am hoping the newspaper will have good information in the obituaries.

(Lineage: Wilfred-5, Dr. John-4, Robert-3, John-2, Alexander Douglass-1)

Earl Douglas Ridgeway

While the ministry as an occupation is not absent from the current generation of the Douglass family, I was very interested to learn (see June 2006 Digest) that Earl Ridgeway (1875-1955) had served churches in several areas of New York State in the early part of the last century. I finally received his obituary. He had served both Methodist and Baptist churches in central New York State. He died in No. Columbia, Herkimer County, NY. You can read his obituary here. I have written to his granddaughter in Baraboo, WI, for more information.

(Lineage: Earl-6, Emma Ridgeway-5, Leander-4, Alexander-3, John-2, Alexander Douglass-1)

Flossie Clemons Willett

Sometimes I think that the stars are just aligned right for my subconscious to be cruising on the same wavelength as another person’s.

Last month I tried once more to learn something about Flossie Clemons, specifically who she had married. I knew she had adopted a daughter, Ernestine Eddy, and Ernestine had married Paul McNeal, but I could not find Flossie in the census anywhere.

Flossie Clemons was born in Tuscola County, Michigan, one of four children born to Alfred Clemons who moved to Michigan from Redfield, NY around 1867. Her mother died when Flossie was eight. Her sister married a local farmer and her brothers never married. There was some information on the Rootsweb website that she had married a Willett, but I could not find her married to a Willett in any census.

On that day in January I decided to look at every Flossie in the 1910 Michigan census who was the right age. After I had worked my way through thirteen Flossies with only one of them a “possible”, I decided to try the 1920 census. Working methodically, I came across Flossie Ady in the index. But when I looked at the original census, it was not Ady; someone had written through it and it looked like Eddy. To top it off, Flossie Ady, had a 3 year old daughter, Ernestine, living with her. They were living as roomers with a family.

I was congratulating myself on my hard-earned information when the very next day, Ernestine’s daughter signed my guest book on my website! How cool is that? She told me the name in question was not Eddy but Eedy! No wonder I could not find it in the census – it was indexed wrong. I never would of thought to try Eedy. Anyway, Kathleen told me Flossie had been married to J. Ernest Eedy and they had adopted Ernestine. For whatever reason, Ernest did not remain a part of their lives and Flossie and Ernestine lived in a succession of rooming houses while Ernestine was growing up. William Willett came into Flossie’s life later on, but he is not buried in Arbela township cemetery where Flossie Willett is. We are not sure how long they were together.

This “goes to show you” that if you just keep chipping away at the bricks in the wall, eventually you will break through. Kind of like mining for gold. You never know when you’ll find that nugget. Or as one of my cousins calls it, that “eureka moment.”

(Lineage: Flossie-6, Alfred-5, Candace Clemons-4, Alexander-3, John-2, Alexander-1)

Olive A. Andrews

Speaking of chipping away at walls, I finally bit the bullet and paid the fee for a death certificate for Olive A. Andrews from St. Paul, MN. I have been trying to determine if Olive is really the daughter of Robert and Cornelia Flewelling who moved from Oxford County, Ontario to Manistee County, Michigan. And is she the same person who appears with the family as “Verlina”, the only time Robert and Cornelia had a daughter with them at census time? Is she also the “Orlee” Flewelling who married Dr. Tomlin in Manistee County? The marriage index has the Tomlin’s marriage license listed, but it is NOT on the page indexed. So frustrating! I have a lot of circumstantial evidence but no proof of this woman’s parents, or her real name, or her date of birth. So when I found a record for Robert and Cornelia living with their “daughter”, Olive A. Andrews, in St. Paul, MN, I thought Olive’s death certificate might give me the proof that I wanted.

When the death certificate came, I opened it hoping for something substantial. I was disappointed. The death certificate had very little information. In the census Olive had been listed as a widow who had no children. The informant for the death certificate, Charles H. Winter, knew only her birthdate (which fits none of the various ages recorded for Verlina or Orlee). Her parents, maiden name, and the name of her deceased husband, were “unknown.” The only new information I received for my $9 was the place she is buried, Oakland cemetery. Next step is to see if I can find Olive living with a husband by the name of Andrews before he died, then see if I can find their marriage license. Somewhere there must be a record that directly connects this woman with her parents. There is a story to tell here if I can determine the facts.

(Lineage: Olive/Orlee/Verlina-5, Robert-4, Betsy Flewelling-3, John-2, Alexander Douglass-1)

O-O-Oh, I Can Hear The Gossips Now

The New York Times archived newspapers came online recently and I was looking for more information about Dorothea Douglass’ family when I came across this tasty item. I had never heard this story before. It was well before my time and even before my father’s, though I doubt he would have told it to me; he never talked about such things when I was growing up. By the time I was eight or nine and prone to eavesdrop on adult conversations at the Douglass reunion, this news would have been 30 years old, so not surprising it did not come up.

New York Times, April 29, 1911, pg. 7

Man of 80, Licensed Two Weeks, Not Wed

Marriage of George H. Hughes to Kathleen Douglass Declared Off By His Attorney

Friends Have Him In Charge

Outcome of Sensation Caused When Would-be Bride and Bridegroom Appeared At The City Hall

The Marriage of George Henry Hughes, the Vice President of Standard Oilcloth Company, 320 Broadway, and Miss Kathleen Douglass, 36 years old, of Croton Falls, N.Y. who obtained a marriage license at City Hall a fortnight ago, has not yet taken place.

According to Mr. Hughes legal advisor, Theodore E. Leeds of 3 Broad Street, it will not take place at all. Miss Douglass has returned to her home, according to the attorney, and Mr. Hughes is out of the city at the home of friends who are caring for him.

Mr. Hughes and Miss Douglass created some surprise on April 15 by entering the license bureau at city hall and asking for a license. Mr. Hughes was so feeble he had to use a crutch and a cane in walking. He was supported on one side by Miss Douglass and on the other by a middle-aged woman, who was said to be one of Miss Douglass’s relatives.

When Miss Douglass and Mr. Hughes were leaving the bureau after getting the license the reporters, struck by the disparity of ages, questioned the pair. All that Miss Douglass would do was to show the marriage license. The license stated that Mr. Hughes was a widower, 80 years old, a retired manufacturer, living at the Berkeley, 20 Fifth Ave. Miss Douglass was described in the license 36 years old, of Croton Falls, NY, her father having been the late John Petit Douglass, and her mother’s maiden name having been Henrietta Hughson.

While the License Clerk was issuing the license Miss Douglass did most of the talking, the aged merchant seeming too feeble to take an active part in the proceedings. The couple left the bureau without stating when or where the marriage would take place.

The Sunday following Mr. Hughes and Miss Douglass were seen together, as they had often been seen before, in the Central Presbyterian Church. Last Sunday, however, Mr. Hughes was seen there by himself, and the report spread that his friends had suggested that the marriage better not take place.

Just why the marriage has not taken place, Mr. Leeds said yesterday that he did not care to state.

“I have been Mr. Hughes legal adviser for more than fifteen years,” said Mr. Leeds, but he has merely consulted me about his business and not about his private affairs. About two weeks ago he asked me to get some marriage license blanks. I did so and handed them to him in an envelope which had my name printed on it. That is the way my name has been brought into the case. Mr. Hughes is out of the city. He is staying with friends, and Miss Douglass is not with him. I believe she has gone back to her home. The marriage itself, I know, is permanently off.”

Mr. Hughes is a native of Nottingham, England. He was for fifty years an oilcloth manufacturer in this city. He is said to have a daughter who lives in England.

Miss Kathleen Douglass is the daughter of John Petit Douglass, a well-to-do property owner in Jefferson County. She is the sister of former State Senator, Curtiss Douglass, who married Mrs. John A. Dix’s sister. Miss Douglass is thus a connection by marriage of the Governor of the State.

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I have written about Kathleen Douglass before. Most recently I have been trying to determine if and when she studied music in Stuttgart, Germany, at the Conservatory of Music. So far the language barrier has prevented success there.

We do know that she was an accomplished singer of some talent, based on the demand for her services not only at wedding ceremonies but at church conferences and other organizational gatherings.

Her residences over the years varied, so we assume that she traveled frequently. She lived in London, England at one time, but usually in Theresa, N.Y. near where she grew up. She was living in Croton Falls, NY when her mother died in 1906, so she evidently lived there for several years. Croton Falls is north of NYC about 40-50 miles, an upscale residential area and an easy train-ride into the City.

We can speculate about the circumstances of her relationship with Mr. Hughes. I am particularly interested in the “middle-aged woman” who accompanied the couple to the license bureau. I can find no one who would qualify for that role in the family. My first thought was that it must be Dorothea, who was addicted to New York society pages and would be trying to make a good match for her aunt. But Dorothea was barely 21 in 1911. The age would fit Kathleen’s sister-in-law, Curtis’ wife, Nancy, but as a Senator’s wife, and a sister of Governor Dix, Nancy would be readily recognized by the reporters.

Of course, the information that the woman was a relative of the Douglass family could be wrong, too. The age listed for Kathleen (36) was wrong on the license. She was 46 in 1911. It certainly would have been fortunate if she had married Mr. Hughes. She lived a long life and in her later years received financial support from her sister, Henrietta Shipley of South Africa. There is a good chance that friends and relatives of Mr. Hughes were unwilling to share his estate.

Kathleen was interested in family genealogy and wrote to Dr. John G. Douglass that she had done extensive research in archives in Edinborough, Scotland, but was disappointed, finding no information about the family there. At the time that she wrote to him, she gave her address as 200 W. 88th St., NYC. This was likely about the time of the above New York Times article as Dr. John died in 1913.

Boils, Buggies and Bullets

We worry about our personal safety and that of our families. We are dismayed by the amount of misery and mayhem in our society. Some times we wonder if we will ever feel truly safe again.

When did we ever feel truly safe? Can you remember? Perhaps when we lived at home and our parents shouldered the responsibilities and kept their worries out of our hearing. Safety has never been an absolute. Life, as the advertisement on TV says, “Life comes at you fast”!

For our ancestors safety was not a niggling worry that caused them to seek out yoga or meditation or exercise to relieve the tensions. Safety was something to be concerned about all the time.

And there were certainly enough things that could change their lives in an instant. Their health was constantly under siege. If typhoid, scarlet fever, whooping cough, pneumonia, diphtheria and flu were not enough to worry about (and to flee from if one had the means), there was always the danger of sepsis and infections. All they had for treating these ills were the home remedies that were passed down by their grandmothers, and whisky or laudanum for pain. There was no penicillin, no insulin, and only limited anesthesia. The chances of surviving an operation were less than 50%.

Did you ever have a boil or an abscess? I had one once. Nasty, painful things that one went to the doctor to have lanced. But first you had to let it “ripen” so hopefully the doctor could get the core out. Abram Dorr, a music teacher, died of an abscess at the base of his brain six months after he and Flora Douglass were married. He died at home, age 26.

Besides diseases and infection, there was always the danger of accidents. Have you ever marveled at how your ancestors accomplished the prodigious tasks they did? The cost was often high. Read any of the old time newspapers and you will find simple one-to-three-line statements, like this one:

“On Monday, while J. Hubert Douglas of Pillar Point was riding down hill on a big load of cheese, the horses became unmanageable, and he was thrown under the wagon. His arm was broken, and the shoulder crushed by the wagon wheels. Doctors Jewett and Spencer attended the man.”

There was no health insurance, no operation to clean out broken fragments of bone, no nursing care in the hospital. The family coped as best they could. And neighbors pitched in and helped; they never knew when they might find themselves in similar straights.

“Mr. Jones horses ran away on Bridge St. and just as it neared the end of the bridge, the buggy overturned and Jones was thrown out. He was severely hurt and the doctors do not expect him to recover.”

And then what happened to his family? Women had no legal rights beyond what safeguards their husband or father left in his will – if he had one. Little wonder they married quickly, finding the best situation they could for themselves and their children. Can you imagine the conversation among the supporting womenfolk after the funeral, listing off the eligible men in the area, looking for a replacement? Men found themselves in similar dire situations when their wives succumbed, and they had a family of young children to care for.

They lived in hard times and whisky was readily available to fuel their angers and resentments. Violence came upon them suddenly and went away as quickly, leaving in its wake all kinds of wounds, physical and mental.

Nadine married Harold when she was 15 and in a couple years their family included two babies. Harold was belligerent when drunk and was known to treat Nadine badly. She left him and took her babies home to her father’s house. Harold tried unsuccess-fully to get Nadine to come back to him. At 4 a.m. one morning, Harold came to his father-in-law Lige’s house and barged in, demanding to see Nadine. She was scared and held the door of her room against him. He shot a couple times through the door, which brought Lige out with his revolver and a gun fight ensued. When both Lige and Harold were down, family members ran to the neighbors to call the sheriff. Both men were taken to the hospital. Harold died of his wounds and a coroner’s court cleared Lige of any wrongdoing.

Can you imagine the scene? Four a.m. in the morning, the family is awakened by a loud, gun-wielding, drunken man who forces his way into the house. It’s pitch black. I am sure the whole family (14 of them) were all up and cowering. Perhaps someone lit a lantern. Harold yells for Nadine and she won’t see him. He shoots; the family scatters out of the house like bees from a hive. Lige runs for his revolver, afraid for his daughter, and shoots at Harold. His first shot glances off Harold’s rifle. Harold shoots back and runs for the yard, where the two men continue to trade shots. What must have been going through the minds of the women and children who witnessed this terrible battle?

Family was all you had. There was no network of social services, no homeless shelters, no way to survive outside of a family unit. And family responsibility reached further than your own household. It included aunts, uncles, cousins, in-laws and all those “related by marriage”.

Today when we talk about the “breakdown of the family unit”, we need to think about the responsibilities that are thrust upon the government and social agencies. They have been required to take over what years ago the family did. And in spite of all the violence that is reported in the news, I know that I am much safer today than my ancestors were.

But safety has never been an absolute. ###

Genealogy Long Distance

Wherever you are in the world, you can continue to do genealogy research as long as you have access to the internet. If you have a valid library card, and can access your public library over the internet, you can find the databases you are used to using there. I frequently use Heritage Quest through my local library for census informa-tion. Of course there are hundreds of other sites available on the internet.

During the month of July while I was in Greece I did some research, sent out some inquiries and responded to emails from people who had discovered my website and wanted to make contact. In August the family where I was staying in Athens lost their internet service which forced me to go to the internet cafe to answer email and do my blog. The blog took time to update and since I was paying for time, I did little research in August. There were, nevertheless, a few interesting contacts over the summer.

I have been trying to expand my contacts with descendants of Betsy Douglass Flewelling’s branch of the family. I have sent several emails to Idaho but have not received a response as yet regarding Elizabeth Blackman. My inquiry regarding one of her brother’s, William E. Blackman’s, wives brought a much more timely response.

The volunteer in Ravalli county, Montana, reported there was no obituary as I had requested, only a death notice. She forwarded the short notice which read: Ruby Jo Blackman, 94, of Corvallis, died Wednesday, July 2, 1997, at the North Valley Health Care Center in Stephensville. Arrangements are under the direction of the Daly-Leach Chapel in Hamilton.

That was all. Not a lot to go on, but I now had the name of the funeral home and could try calling there to see if I could get some information from them, specifically, names and locations of any descendants and where Ruby is buried. Since Ruby died at age 94, was living in a nursing home, and there was no obituary, it could mean there are no family survivors.

William E. Blackman allegedly had three wives. I do not know where Ruby came in the sequence but I suspect that she was his last. In the 1930 census he was married to Lillian, and one of the databases on Rootsweb has him married to Laura in 1939, but I have no documentation to verify this marriage. However, when I tried to trace Ruby back to her childhood, I learned enough about her to suspect that she had married at least once before she married Blackman. Now I just need to find documentation to justify my suspicion.

Related to other contacts over the summer, I am grateful to those who sign my Guest Book, even when they do not leave a message, because it indicates that having my website on the internet provides a service. Every so often someone signs who I have had no contact with previously. That tells me that internet search engines are finding names of interest to them and bringing them to my website. We may or may not correspond; the information I have gathered is nevertheless shared and that is the primary purpose that I collect it. That and the FUN I have looking for the information.

Now that I am home and back into my normal routine, you can look forward to more discoveries in future Digests. If you did not access my blog to read about my activities in Greece, or if you missed some entries, you can find that blog in its entirety at www.ingallsingreece.blogspot.com. When the website opens, you will see a box to the right, listing my blog entries by month. Click on the month you want to read. The entries appear in reverse order on the page, so if you want to read them in sequence, start at the bottom of the page first. My last entry was September 24th. I have decided not to continue the blog, as the primary purpose was to keep you abreast of my activities while I was in Greece for the summer. Hope you enjoyed reading about my adventures. ###

A couple items of interest:

1) Ellen Hackett in an August 15, 2006 posting on Rootsweb, responding to interest in DNA testing, pointed out that if one is testing only for Pictish DNA to prove real Scottish identity, one will be missing the majority of real Scots. First of all, Scotland was named after the Irish tribe the Scotii who traversed the Irish sea in coracles and settled on the West coast lowlands so were really Irish. Secondly, Scotland, (originally Caledonia) was populated by four separate and distinct tribes who were kept separate by the geographics of the country. The Picts were only a lowland tribe whose existence was recorded by the Romans who frequently had dealings with them on the Scottish borders, hence the existence of Hadrians wall. (These are her remarks; I have little knowledge of early Scottish derivation but I found what she had to say very interesting – ELI)

2) From the April 20, 2005 issue of Rootsweb Review: “Shirttail Cousin” is an ambiguous term. It can refer to distant blood relatives, but more commonly it means family members who have no blood relationship but are connected somehow through marriage.

Ernsthausens in Ohio

I continue to research the family of Thomas Moore and Sarah Harrison (Catherine branch). You may remember that I learned that the Moores married in Canada, moved to Ottawa county, Ohio, and thirty years later to Gratiot county, Michigan.

When at first I found death records for Sarah and Thomas Moore in Toledo, I was suspicious but eventually confirmed they had both died in Toledo. So who else in the family was in Toledo then? Otherwise why would they have returned there?

The Hacksteddes of that generation were all in Toledo, but Caroline Moore Hackstedde had died long before and her widowed husband remarried. Perhaps the Moores were living with grandchildren, but I only knew of the Hackstedde grandchildren. I still did not know what had happened to several of Tom and Sarah’s daughters.

There is a website called Random Acts of Kindness on the internet and that is exactly what it is. Volunteers sign up specifically for an area where they live or have records for and will look up individual pieces of information, for free, or for simply cost of postage. Many can scan info and send it to one by email.

I contacted the volunteer for Gratiot county, Michigan and asked for a copy of the obituary for Tom and Sarah’s son, Edward Moore. He lived in that county for fifty years so I was pretty sure there would be an obituary. In time I received a copy of the obituary and it gave me my next clues. His surviving sisters were listed as Mrs. Frank Oberlin, Bannister (MI), Mrs. Ida Earnsthausen, Toledo, Mrs. Lillian Earnsthausen, Toledo, Mrs. Gertie Griffith, Beaumont, TX, and Mrs. Sylvia Brennan, Long Beach, CA. (My first thought was: “So her name was Lillian.” The 1900 census had Lailly and her birth certificate said Libbie).

It was intriguing that both Ida and Lillian had the same surname. A search of the census for Earnsthausen found nothing. So I tried spelling it Ernsthausen. That brought up ten or eleven families, all of whom lived in the State of Ohio. I could find no one of the appropriate age on the index, but there was one Ida Ernsthausen. When I looked at that record, I realized that this Ida Ernsthausen was our Ida Ernsthausen’s mother-in-law, with the same given name! The older Ida, a widow, ran a large boarding house and her son, Robert, with his wife, Ida, lived there. So now I had the name of one of the Moore daughters’ husbands. In time I learned the name of the other: Arthur. In the 1910 census the older matriarch reported that she had born 7 children and only the 2 were living. This lady continued to run her boarding house for many years. When she died the house evidently passed into the hands of her son or sons, as that is where Sarah Harrison Moore was living when she died – 714 Walnut Street, Toledo!

Arthur and Lillian do not appear to have had any children, but I can not find them in the 1920 census. In 1910, Arthur was working on the railroad and may have been transferred to another location. At that time, Lillian, 29, reported she had no children.

Robert and Ida Ernsthausen had two daughters. Robert was working as a plumber in 1910, a grocery store proprietor in 1920 and foreman at a stock and grain farm in 1930. In 1930 both sons and their wives were living with their mother in the boarding house, though she had slightly fewer boarders than in earlier years.

Preliminary research to find Gertie Moore Griffith of Beaumont, TX, has led to no strong clues. It is unusual to list a woman as Gertie in an obituary unless she was known by and consistently used that name. Her birth certificate says Mary Gertrude, but there is a notation on the record that it has been corrected and the corrected version must be housed in a different volume, which I did not find in the library. I find no death record in Texas for her, and Texas has put their death records for that era online, but I did find a death record for Mary Griffith, who died in 1966 in Clinton county, Michigan. The only way to settle this is to get her obituary. She could have moved back to Michigan before she died; it is not uncommon for people to move “home” in their later years.

Augusta Moore married Frank Oberlin and lived out her life in Bannister, Michigan. She has children and grandchildren, many of whom are still living but with whom I have no contact at this time.

Sylvia Moore married Bill Brennan and in 1920, they too were boarding with Mrs. Ernsthausen. Bill was a railroad switchman. At some point they moved to California, and that is where they were living when Sylvia died in 1968, age 74. I find no record that they had any children.

There is, however, listed with Tom and Sarah Moore, in the census of 1910 a grandson, Roy K. Moore, age 1 1/2, no indication as to who his mother is. There were four single daughters in the household at that time. I have not seen his name again.

In the 1910 census Sarah Harrison Moore reported that she had born 8 children and 7 were living. Now that I have determined that all of the younger daughters were living, that means that the child that died was Thomas D. Moore, their only other son besides Edward. I have not found a death record for him yet, but I have narrowed down the time period. He died between 1900 and 1910, in his early twenties. My first suspect for his demise would be consumption.

Lineage of the Moore children-5, Sarah Moore-4, Catharine Harrison-3, John-2, Alexander Douglass-1

To see an outline of this family go to the family tree for the Catherine branch and scroll down about halfway.

Those Who Have Served Us

The month of May always brings for me the memory of my mother collecting flowers to take to the cemetery on Memorial Day. Today we note Memorial Day more often for it parades and its retail store sales. Going to the cemetery has lost some of its prominence for our families in part because many of us live some distance from the graves of our departed family members.

Somehow it just seems right about this time of the year to remember those who have served us by defending our country. I have been collecting a list of names of those who served in the various wars and while I can not guarantee that it includes all family members, it does give us an opportunity to see how many men and women have given a part of their lives for us. If you know of others I need to add to my list, please let me know.

Revolutionary War Jul 1776-Apr 1783

John Douglass

War of 1812 Jun 1812-Dec 1814

Alexander Douglass

James Douglass

Luther Cady

Civil War 1862-1865

Albert M. Ash – Co. K, 5th NY Light/Heavy Artillery, 9/1862 – 1865

Alfred Clemons – Co. C, 186th NY Inf., 8/23/64-6/7/65

Leander Douglass – Co. C, 110th NY Inf., 8/6/62-10/19/63

Ozander Douglass – Co. H, 10th NY Heavy Artillery, 2/2/64 – 7/6/65

Henry McAfee – Co. H, 186th NY Inf., 12/23/63 – 8/16/1865

James W. Plumb – Co. E, 10th NY Heavy Artillery, 8/27/1864 – 6/26/1865

Douglas Cramer – Co. K, 3rd MN Infantry, 1861-1862, 1863-1865

Samuel F. Cramer – Co. E, 49th WI Infantry, Jan. 1865-Nov. 1865

Calvin Crosby – Co. E, 49th WI Infantry, Jan 1865-Nov. 1865

George Teel – Co. A, 6th Iowa Infantry, 25th WI Infantry

Spanish American War Apr-Dec 1898

Carl Douglass

Charles Wilcox Douglas

Ernest Flewelling – Co. B, 34th MI Volunteers

John S. King

World War I April 1914-Nov 1918 (A.E.F.)

Frank Dunham – (Leander Douglass’ grandson)

Carl Douglass – US Army (Fred Douglass’ nephew)

Harold Lane – US Navy

Peter A.B. Widener – US Army (Gertrude Douglas’ husband)

Harlon G. Walrath – US Army

Thomson Douglas – US Army Air Corps (Curtis Douglas’ son)

Cecil Douglass – US Army (Battery E, Field Artillery)

Edwin S. Douglass – US Army (Gerry Douglass’ father)

Dr. E. Martin Ding – US Army (Medical Corps)

Harvey Decker – (Catherine Flewelling Scrivener’s gr’son)

Alfred Taylor – (Minerva French Taylor’s son)

George C. Teel – US Navy

World War II Dec 1941 – Aug 1945

Edward Campbell – Royal Canadian Army, Major 1941-45

Julie Carey Douglass – WAAF (Alaska)

James Cruickshank – US Army

Leslie Daniels * – US Army

Douglas S. Detlie – US Army (Corps of Engineers)

Clyde Dick – US Navy

Margaret Dick Peyton *- WAVES

William Dick – US Navy

Dr. P. Martin Dings – US Army (Medical Corps)

Donald C. Douglas – US Army

Jack Douglas – US Army (Philippines)

Jim Flansburg – US Navy

Arthur Lagendyk – US Navy

Royal Lane – US Navy (engineer, auxilliary ships) (1913-1949)

Bruce A. Lee – US Navy (Leila Clemons Lee’s grandson)

Louis M. Lee – US Marine Corps (gunner, battleship SS South Dakota)

Kathleen Dell Mauck – WAVES (Cabot Ward Low’s wife)

Clark McAfee – US Navy

Harry O. Newcomer – US Army

Edith Gilmore Weeks * – WAVES

Rollo Pietro – US Navy

Nigel Pilcher – Royal Canadian Army, Major (Queens Own Rifles 1939-)

Robert Stitt – US Navy

Clyde Stone – US Navy

Harlon C. Walrath – US Navy

Charles Woolworth – US Navy Air Corps

Gilbert Woolworth * – US Navy Air Corps

* denotes WWII veteran still living (in May 2007)

Korean War Jun 1950-Jul 1953

Leonard Garnsey US Navy (Ed Clark’s nephew)

Viet Nam Aug 1964-Jan 1973

Bryan Douglas – US Navy (1948-1982)

Robert Eveleigh – US Air Force

Richard Stevens – US Army

Richard Hardy – US Air Force (1930-1968)

Persian Gulf War Jan-Feb 1991

Robert Schroy – US Army

Iraq Mar 2003-

Eric Stevens – US Army

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The Toronto World, September 13, 1918

Included in a column entitled More Toronto Men Among Casualties

“Lieut. Benjamin E. Tassie, reported to have died of wounds, left Canada with the rank of captain, but reverted in order to gain active service at the front. His widow resides at 103 Madison Ave.”

Benjamin Tassie was married to Elizabeth “May” Mayberry on June 3, 1911 in Brant County, Ontario. He was the son of Alexander and Wilhelmina Tassie of Toronto.

Lt. Benjamin Bertchael Eager Tassie died Sept. 3, 1918, age 31, 1st Bn., Canadian Infantry, (Western Ontario Regiment). He is buried in Bac-Du-Sud British Cemetery, Pas de Calais, France.

Location: Bailleulval is a village in the Department of the Pas-de-Calais about 13 kilometres south-west of Arras, and the Bac-Du-Sud British Cemetery is one kilometre west of the village on the north side of the main road from Arras to Doullens (N25)

(Lineage: May-6, Charles A.-5, Matilda Mayberry-4, Lydia-3, John-2, Alexander Douglass-1)

Dorothy Sugden, M.D.

It seems I can not help but trip over the many physicians in our family but this was a surprise. I was trying to find Dorothy Sugden, youngest daughter of Dr. C.E. Sugden (Lydia branch). Dorothy was born in Winnipeg but the trail seemed to be leading towards the U.S. Her sister, Isabel, married Malcolm Charleson, a commercial artist, in 1916 and they moved to Chicago in 1919. By the time that I had ascertained that this Malcolm Charleson was really the one Isabel married, I suspected that Russell Sugden, her brother, was also in the Chicago area but the clues I had did not fit well and I was still examining those when I came across a census listing for Dorothy. At first I thought it said she boarded with a doctor, but when I accessed the film itself, I found quite a different situation than I first envisioned.

In 1930, Dorothy, 24, was living with other staff persons in Highland Park Hospital, north of Chicago. This was a small 20-bed hospital, the first hospital to be found north of Evanston. There were several trained nurses, an x-ray technician, various support staff and one medical doctor: Dorothy Sugden. All of the staff were female except for the man who did the hospital laundry.

I was surprised, but I guess I should not have been. Dorothy’s father was a doctor. He died in 1924 when she was 19. Her mother had died a few years before that. I did not find Dorothy in the 1920 US census, but this new listing explained why. She did not emigrate to the US until 1929, probably when she got the position with the hospital. I do not know yet where she studied for her medical degree. And I suspect that she married and her name changed as I can not find any record of her after the 1930 census.

The small Highland Park Hospital was only a few miles from Evanston where Malcolm and Isabel lived in 1930. It opened in August 1918 with 10,000 sq. ft. of space and was considered “thoroughly modern” at the time. Today it has 450,000 sq. ft. and is part of the huge health network of the area. For a picture of the hospital in 1930, click here.

Chicago was a great drawing card for the medical profession. Witness the many members of the Robert branch of the family who worked there as doctors or nurses. In 1930 Dr. Frank Douglass was practicing in Chicago. Dr. Wm. Timmer (Zella’s widower) practiced in Cicero, west side. Did they know of Dr. Dorothy? Hard to say. Her father was second cousin to Dr. Frank Douglass, and as I have mentioned before, we keep track of our first cousins and sometimes their childen, our second cousins, but after that, unless we make a real effort, we lose track.

This is why they say if you are in a room with 40 strangers, you are likely related to at least one of them.

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Tartan Plaids and Haggis

Do you know where your kilt is? Have you attended the Scottish games? Worn a kilt for a friend’s wedding? Watched the Parade of the Tartans in New York City in April during Tartan Week?

At most of the Scottish Games or the events dedicated to the Scottish ethnicity, along with kilts and the ‘pipes, you will likely also find haggis. These edibles have come to be associated with the Scottish culture. Those who produce them in the United States have Americanized the product for American tastes, but the real haggis are a very interesting concoction. The Scots were frugal people and used ALL of the sheep. Haggis are essentially ground internal organs, including the liver and lungs, spiced and stuffed into intestinal casings, similar to our link sausages, but with their own unique taste. Next time you hear the ‘pipes, try the haggis. They probably will not be like the ones in Scotland but it could be fun to sample a bit of Scottish tradition. Who knows? You might like it.

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Documentation By Death Certificate

I delayed the Digest this month because I was going to the Ohio Genealogical Society conference in Columbus on the 14th and I thought I might learn something there that would be interesting to share with you.

One of the services provided at the conference was the opportunity to print off an Ohio death certificate for someone on your family tree. I went with a list of death certificate numbers and came home with seven certificates. Two of them turned out not to be members of our family, so I have offered them to others on Rootsweb.com.

I was gratified to see on Mrs. Sarah Jane Moore’s certificate that she was indeed the daughter of Catherine Douglass and Henry Harrison. I needed the death certificate to verify it was her because the last record I had for her, she was living in Michigan. She died in Toledo, Ohio, at age 89. While I knew her youngest daughter, Sylvia, had married William Brennan in Toledo, Sylvia died in California, and I do not know of any other of Sarah’s children in Toledo.

Sometimes a death certificate will list the name of the relative who supplies information for the certificate. In this case, the informant was listed as a staff member of the funeral home. I have one more clue to follow up. If I can find a 1940 Toledo Directory, I can look up who was living at 714 Walnut St., Sarah’s residence when she died.

I also got a death certificate for Sarah’s daughter, Caroline Hackstedde, and her husband Henry. Caroline died in 1916, at age 39 of tuberculosis and Henry married twice more. He died in 1949 at age 66. For their family tree click here.

Lineage: Caroline Hackstedde-5, Sarah Moore-4, Catherine Harrison-3, John-2, Alexander Douglass-1