Saturday, March 16, 2019

I know My Own Mother's Birthday, In Which I Concede I Can't Do Collaborative Genealogy

                                                            by Cindy Shebley


    I recently began a tree at Family Search, home to the Family Search Tree, for the express purpose of taking advantage of the hints they now send relating to your ancestors.  At the time I was leery of the fact others can come in and make changes to this tree, it's not really "your" tree but I thought, it's a trade off for the hints, how bad can it be?  Pretty bad.  Yesterday I received a hint; upon taking a look, I saw some changes had been made to my late mother's profile.  Someone had changed the year of her birth. By one year.  Because of a census record.  Really?  I know what year my mother was born and found that quite annoying.  But there was more.

     The branch where Mary White Driscoll resides had been altered beyond recognition.  Her daughter Catherine Ellen who appears in the 1870 census of Palmyra, New York and in the 1880 census of nearby Manchester, New York with her parents is clearly stated to have been born in New York.  She's still in Manchester in the 1892 census.  But now she had been transported from New York to Massachusetts and had a brand new husband and children. Which pretty much defeats my original purpose since in some instances the hints I'm getting are not even for my family.  How did the person doing the editing get it so wrong, was this a bad merge?  To top that off, the site won't allow me to delete the erroneous data because several people apparently agree with it.  How many times have you seen trees on Ancestry that are carbon copies of each other and are all wrong?  Sadly, not everyone doing genealogy is holding to a standard of proof.  And some are so married to their version of the facts they won't consider changing their online trees.  Even when presented with documents proving they are incorrect. 

     I no longer try to sway other researchers with facts.  No matter how tactful one tries to be it seems for the most part to irritate them, but when it's your own mother's data being played with that's another story.  I've never been overly concerned about identity theft, all my trees are open, but I also leave out some personal data about close relatives-- that isn't possible with the tree on Family Search.  Yes, you can omit facts and surnames, but a busy little bee will be right behind you adding them in.

     In light of this, I've decided it's best for me to not participate in the global tree, I just don't have the patience or temperament. Who has time to keep an eye on this and constantly correct mistaken data added by others?  Not me, I'm sticking with Ancestry.com.  Even though the cookie cutter trees there perpetuate errors, at least I can post the correct information in my tree to counter it.  I'd just delete my section of the Family Search Tree, but the site in all likelihood won't allow me to.

    

    

    

Friday, March 15, 2019

Musings During St. Patrick's Month



     Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like to have lived during my Irish ancestor's lifetimes; I don't think it would have worked out well.  As a young girl I was plagued with throat infections, especially when the weather turned damp.  Obviously, Ireland's climate and lack of penicillin could have proven problematic for me, quite possibly fatally so.

     My Gunn ancestors lived in County Kerry at a time when out of a population of 230,000 souls, 170,000 were destitute; they didn't have to wonder what living in poverty in the damp, cool, west of Ireland could do to a person's health, they knew.  My third-great-grandparents John Gunn and his wife Margaret Browne, born in the mid 1820's, were parents to seven children all born at Ballygologue near Listowel.  Three of them, (including my second-great-grandmother), emigrated to America, two died in childhood and two grew to adulthood in County Kerry-- Johanna, and her brother John who died at thirty eight of consumption.  Imagine having seven children and being left with only one.  The children's father John's death certificate puts his age at fifty six and his cause of death as chronic bronchitis, a disease known to be aggravated by damp weather.

     The younger John's case is especially sad.  His wife Deborah O'Neill's death occurred three years before his own from the same disease that stole his life. Their son who was orphaned at fourteen, passed away in 1908 at age twenty eight, also from the effects of consumption.

    Like her mother, Johanna Gunn Connor gave birth to seven children. Her first was born out of wedlock and I've been unable to trace him after his baptism.  I don't believe he reached adulthood.  Of her remaining six children, three of them, all named John after Johanna's father, died in early childhood. Two from scarlatina, which is a throat infection!  The other two children emigrated to America and prospered there.  Johanna's youngest son, Thomas, remained in Listowel where he died at age twenty four of consumption.

     Chronic bronchitis, multiple cases of consumption... that's a lot of lung disease. I wonder if there was a genetic component involved here?  Scientists have in fact discovered a genetic variant that predisposes people who have it to tuberculosis.  The mother of this clan, Margaret Browne lived long enough that her cause of death was given as "old age" while her daughter Johanna reached age seventy.  Somehow those two escaped the disease that took so many of their family members. The individuals who decamped to the USA seemed healthy enough, living reasonably long lives.  Unless you count Uncle George who got tipsy one night, fell in the canal, and drowned.  But he was in good health before that lamentable event.

     Ireland of course was far from alone in it's widespread cases of consumption, it was a highly contagious killer worldwide in the 19th century.  However, lack of warm shelter and clothing, an inadequate diet along with all the other lacks that resulted from poverty could not have helped the situation in Kerry.  One website had this to say--"It is easier to get TB if you have little or no heating and live in damp, dark or dusty conditions".

     Johanna nursed her son Thomas throughout his illness until his death yet she remained well.  Her death when it came must have been a lonely one with her children all gone before her except the two far away in America and her siblings all dead or also in America. Perhaps instead of wondering what it would have been like for me to live in Ireland during their time, I should be wondering what their lives could have been like had their country not been occupied by a foreign power.

Monday, March 11, 2019

Some Green Irish DNA

     
 



     A few weeks ago I wrote a blog about Mary White, newly proven relative of my great-great-grandfather James White. With the help of a DNA match found on Ancestry.com, who turned out to be a cousin,  the tale of Mary's life has slowly come to light.  We now know she was born in Ireland, almost certainly in County Laois (Queens) and came to America, settling in the same area of upstate New York as her uncle James, where she married Dennis Driscoll, a native of County Cork, in the Catholic Church at Palmyra, New York.  We know Dennis died and was buried in December of 1880, within months of the birth of their sixth child, and that Mary then married a man named McDuff, since the 1900 census of Canandaigua, New York, lists her as the widow Mary McDuff with a son named Joseph McDuff who was born in Pennsylvania. In that census Mary and Joseph are living in the household of Mary's eldest daughter Catherine Driscoll MacAniff and her family.

     That left a lot of questions however, which the lack of the 1890 census only exacerbated. Like when did they marry?  Did they marry in New York or in Pennsylvania?  They aren't in the NYS Marriage Index, but would the widow Mary leave New York and travel to Pennsylvania on her own? Where did they live in Pennsylvania?  When did Mr. McDuff pass away?  There was so much more to Mary's life after her first husband's death until her own in 1917.  I first checked the 1892 New York State census and found no trace of Mary though I did find her oldest daughter and her son John Driscoll still in the Palmyra area. John was living with Mary Lawler Floodman and her family, the same Mary Floodman at whose home Mary White Driscoll McDuff would pass away twenty-five years later.

  Pennsylvania of course had no 1892 census so it looked like church records were going to be needed, but which church?  That's when Joseph's social security application came to light showing his name now as Martin Joseph "MacDuff", his birthplace as Conshohocken Pennsylvania, and his parents as Martin MacDuff and Mary White.  His marriage record from 1916 gave his name as Joseph MacDuff and his parent's names as the same Martin  & Mary! That was progress.

Joseph's marriage 1916
        Conshohocken in Montgomery County, Pennsylvania was built on the Schuylkill River which provided power for various mills and other industries.  No doubt jobs were what drew immigrants to the area, but I was still curious about the circumstances of Mary's move there.  St. Matthew's was the Catholic parish in Conshohocken so I wrote to them-- and received no reply, but after much searching I discovered Ancestry held the cemetery records for St. Matt's.  Searching them I came across an infant born in January of 1890 in West Conshohocken named Rose McDuff who passed away in July of 1890 from cholera infantum.  While not contagious, this disease marked by severe diarrhea and vomiting, was fairly common in the summer months before refrigeration became available and was deadly to small children.  This could be another child of Mary's, no parent's names were listed but in the 1900 census Mary said she was the mother of 8 children, only 6 of whom were living.  Rose could be the missing 8th child.

     After much more searching for St. Matt's records online, I found some Diocese of Philadelphia baptisms on Find My Past.  There was Rose McDuff, parents Martin McDuff & Mary White and Joseph McDuff, his parents also Martin & Mary.  As it turns out, West Conshohocken had it's own parish, St. Gertrude's, which is where the baptisms took place.  Little Rose's burial said St. Matthew's only because both parishes shared St. Matthew's cemetery.  St. Gertrude's is no longer open, their registers are at St. Matthew's now but it doesn't look like they are going to respond to my email and so the search continues.  Martin and Mary's marriage date and place are still unknown as is the date and place of Martin's death, but now the groom's name is known and their place of residence in the early 1890's.  I'm closing in.