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Home Sweet Home - 55 Main Street

Thinking about home and ancestors, I was tempted to write about the home I grew up in but will save that for another time.  This story is about the home my mother cherished while growing up in Hayward, California.    55 Main Street      My mother often shared fond memories of her childhood where the family would gather after dinner and make music together.  Horns (trumpet and trombone), Strings (violin banjo, mandolin, and violin), Piano, and Drums were all mentioned at one time or another.  My mother did not play an instrument; however, she loved to dance and would add to the fun with dancing and acrobatics while the music played.        This tradition morphed a bit when the three siblings left the nest to establish their own families. The oldest, my Uncle Jim kept the music alive.  I remember trips to their mountain home in the forest of Lake Tahoe, and after dinner, we would all gather around wh...
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Speaking Out Against the Salem Witch Trials

  Reverend Samuel Willard, circa 1692 For this story, we must climb the highest limbs of our ancestral family tree, going back eleven generations to the Reverend Samuel Willard (1640-1707).  Samuel was born January 31, 1640, to Major Simon Willard and Mary  Sharpe  Willard in Concord, Massachusetts Bay Colony.  Samuel may be the first of our direct ancestors born in the “new world.”   The theme for this week is “Historical Events” and Samuel Willard found himself deeply entwined in the events of the famed Salem Witch Trials.  Samuel was a graduate of Harvard University, class of 1659, and he began preaching at Groton, Massachusetts.  He later became the pastor of the Third Church in Boston in 1678 and remained there until he died in 1707.   During that time (1692-93) the Salem Witch Trials were taking place.   Samuel was opposed to the trials and is believed to be the author of “Some Miscellan...

Grandon or Grandin?

Our theme for this week is  Brick Wall .     Brick Wall  is an expression genealogists use when they get to a place in the tree where the evidence stops and the research on that line comes to a standstill.  The  Brick Wall  prevents us from going further in understanding that part of our family history.   The deeper one gets into history, the more branches explored; the more  Brick Walls  pop up.   Image generated using Chat GPT In tracing the Grandon branch of our family tree one gets to an interesting juncture.  If we start at the latest generation (Felix Grandon, son of Jeremy) ) and work our way back, we can trace 10 generations to Bernard Grandon.  We have a copy of his marriage license showing he married Sarah Poincett in Burlington, New Jersey in 1740, however, our  Brick Wall  pops up when trying to go any further.   Tradition has it that Bernard was born to Da...

The Smith Brothers: Five brothers fight in the War of Rebellion

  The Smith Brothers: Five brothers fight in the War of Rebellion Seth Smith (1813-1901)      A common name like Smith makes for tedious research in genealogy, especially when they live in a large city.  Fortunately for our family, Smith branch research was simplified by a small town, activity in civic affairs, and a robust personality.        Seth Smith, my 3G-Grandfather was born Jan 1, 1813, in Woodstock, Connecticut.  According to his grandson, Grant Stearns-Smith*, Seth was a renowned storyteller, therefore we are well advised to carefully consider each tale, looking for supporting facts, before accepting accounting as truth.  Nevertheless, his storytelling prowess kept young Grant enthralled for hours on end growing up at his side.      The Smith name was so common, that Grant changed his last name to Stearns-Smith to set himself apart and increase the chances of receiving his mail.    ...

Are You Sitting Down?

 From L: Edith Grandon Holland, May Grandon,  Lillian Grandon, Charles Allen Grandon Olney IL 1959 Manuel Santos, Lillian Grandon, Julia Santos  Olney, IL 1959      My cousin Pam and I share a passion for genealogy.  One evening she called with a shocking message.   She  had discovered my grandfather’s “secret,” and wanted to share it with me cousin to cousin.           Incredible as it was, I was not shocked.  I had discovered a marriage and birth certificates several years earlier which s howed a man likely to be my grandfather had a wife and two sons in West Virginia before coming to California in the early 1930s.     Even with that information, I never reached a point of certainty because there was another man with the same name, similar in age, in that part of the country at the same time.     However, with the advent of DNA testing and forensic genealogy,  I was now certain thi...

The Long Way Home

  The story of Jose and Juliana Martin Crizador, and their immigration from the Azores to Oakland, CA via the Sandwich Islands as indentured servants.  Jose and Juliana Martin, circa 1899 29 Apr 1886, Jose and Juiliana  Cesar  Martins Crizidor departed Funchal, Madeira Island on the British steamship Amana for the Sandwich Islands.   The newlyweds were going on a honeymoon cruise to Hawaii, but not the way you think.  No, this trip came with heavy strings attached.   They had signed a years-long contract to work the cane fields on a plantation in Maui in exchange for passage to a new world and new opportunities.   The plantation owners needed workers to harvest and process the sugar cane of Hawaii.  In the Azores, they found a steady stream of men and women looking to escape their island solitude for new opportunities.  The Portuguese knew how to harvest the cane as this was Madeira’s primary crop,...

Dear Nina - A Father's letter to his Daughter about the Mother she never knew.

    Nina Stearns-Smith , 1927 Nina Stearns-Smith Banta(1910-2012), my grandmother, and I met periodically to share the latest news over coffee.  She knew I was interested in family history and loved to share stories and photos of our ancestors. One day I asked, “What was it like growing up in Colorado?”     Nina and Grandma Smith, 1913 “Hmmm,” she started. “Well, I was actually born in Denning, Arkansas, but my mother died when I was a baby.  After that, I lived with Grandma and Grandpa Smith until I was about four years old.”  As she began to tell the story, her eyes became distant and her voice softened, as I sensed her going back to that place and time.   "I had fun when I was with Grandma Smith.  They had a house in town and a farm where I would help feed the chickens.  I loved helping on the farm.           Then one day they took me to a faraway place, to see my father and his new wife. ...