This is a site where I will discuss my family genealogy research and related history. When a blog deals with a particular family group, I will try to include it in the title so uninterested people can skip it without skimming it. It is my hope to get feedback on research methods, family members and historical context from other historians, genealogists, and researchers. (c) Barbara L. de Mare 2006, 2007
- Name: his gene, esq.
- Location: Englewood, New Jersey, United States
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Sunday, March 15, 2009
St. Thomas; John Thomas Carre
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Monday, February 02, 2009
Saturday, December 27, 2008
No Good Deed Goes Unpunished
“No Good Deed Goes Unpunished,”
or “Why I had Potato Chips for Christmas Dinner”
The Characters: Lori is my paralegal who started working for me when pregnant with her first child, who is now a junior in college and the center on the football team. We have been a team for the last twenty years, through all the ups and downs of our lives. In 1999 we gave up the solo practice of law, and joined the law firm of Nowell Amaroso. I was brought in as a partner to start an estate department. In 2003 we got an offer I couldn’t refuse to go to another law firm, but hated every moment of it so two years ago decided to go back on our own. Nowell Amaroso immediately asked us to go rent space from them. We love being back on the outside looking in. Their office manager, Stephanie, had stayed friends with Lori throughout the time we were no longer there, and was the one who knew we wanted to go back on our own. During our absence Stephanie, who already had one child, remarried and now has two babies. When the second was born last year, Lori filled in for her as office manager—on my dime.
The Cars: I have a Lincoln Navigator with a built-in navigation system, four-wheel drive, and hands-free cell phone connection. It also has a DVD player and four wireless headsets. It rides like a luxury car, not a truck, and has me very spoiled. Stephanie has a Toyota Highlander with none of the amenities to which I am accustomed. It does not even tell you the direction you are going. It does have a rooftop car carrier which she drove under something too short for it. Rather than remove the car carrier, she duct-taped it closed.
More Characters: My daughter is Liz, née Heather Elizabeth. Her children, my grandchildren, are Donald, 13; Timothy, 11; Stephen, 8 and Amanda, 6. They have lived with me the last two and a half years while Liz has been in graduate school. They were going to move to Seattle with my son-in-law in June when they all were out of school, but suddenly moved it up to December as Liz only needs two more credits to get her MBA. Timmy had moved to
did not want to send him to the
Even More Characters: My mother lives in
The Story: Before Thanksgiving I took Lori and Stephanie out for a Thanksgiving luncheon. During the course of a good old-fashioned three martini lunch, Stephanie jokingly asked if she could borrow my car to go to
On Thursday the 18th, the three of us had to testify in a federal tax court case in
Stephanie was not ready when Lori was at her house, so said she would get herself to the office. Her husband needed her car to take the little kids to day care and go to an appointment in
When the concert started the next morning, the principal announced that snow flakes had started. We were expecting 6 to 10 inches. By the time the concert was over, he announced that it was snowing hard. In anticipation of the storm Donald’s school had been cancelled, but the two little ones had school. They were happy as it was their last day, and they wanted to say goodbye to teachers and friends. Donald had heard about the projected snow and said good-bye on Thursday.
After the concert I went straight to the office to exchange cars. It was snowing very hard but driving was not yet a problem. When I got there, Stephanie had to remove her car seats from her car and put them in mine. She had never taken the one year old’s seat out, and could not get it loose. Her husband refused to come to the office to get it for her, telling her to find someone to help her. After half an hour, someone finally managed to figure it out. In the meantime I had gotten numerous calls that the little kids were getting out of school at . I thought I had plenty of time to get there before dismissal and take pictures of the kids with their teachers and classes. It was not to be! It took me 45 minutes to make the 8 mile trip back to Stephen’s school. Traffic on Route 80 never hit 30. It was snowing very hard, and the roads were slippery. That’s when I discovered Stephanie did not have four-wheel drive. I skidded near the school at 5 miles an hour.
As I approached Stephen’s school I began to think that I did not remember putting my bag in the car. When I got there, I checked, and sure enough—no bag! I picked up Stephen then went to Mandy’s school and got her, thinking all the time about what I was going to do about this. Stephanie was expecting to leave for
Friday evening, while still stewing over how to get my bag and thus Liz’s credit card before she left, Stephanie called to say she could not find her wallet and thought it might be in the back of her car. Sure enough, it was there! Problem finally solved. She had put off her departure time due to the weather, and also needed her wallet. She was going to come get it, but I knew Liz intended to go to
All was calm until I took Liz and the kids to the airport Saturday evening. While returning home from the airport, cars kept honking at me and pointing to the roof. I finally pulled over and realized the car-top carrier was open. Standing on the seat, I managed to close it, but realized there was no way to keep it closed. The locks were all broken. After a few more stops and driving slowly I made it home. It seemed to be alright at slow speeds; I made it to work and back on Monday with no problems.
Monday night I had a dinner appointment with a friend—being alone again was getting off to a good start. I could make dinner plans without worrying about homework, babysitters, or reporting in to anyone. I was trying to be upbeat after not getting out of bed all day Sunday! Being upbeat lasted about half a mile until the car carrier blew open again. Now I was going under 25. I stopped at the corner gas station, holding a ten dollar bill in my hand, but they claimed to have no cord and be unable to fix it. I drove the next mile and a half to dinner, stopping frequently. Upbeat was no longer in my vocabulary. When I got to the restaurant, I finally managed to bribe the valet parking kids to fix it for $50. They had at least 2 hours in which to do it. While still enjoying cosmos at the bar before dinner, I saw them walk through with cord—pretty thin, but cord nevertheless.
The problem was solved—or so I thought! I had planned to go to my mother’s house in the Mohawk Valley—a three and a half hour trip—on Tuesday or Wednesday, depending on the weather. I did not leave on Tuesday as it was too late after I finally went Christmas shopping, and did a few things at work. Wednesday my handyman came up from
The trip started on time under a bright sun, and I was as happy as possible without my grandchildren. Half an hour into the trip, things went downhill. Cars were honking at me again. The so-called rope was breaking. I stopped every fifteen minutes or so to close the top and try and repair the tying job. I finally made it to the service stop at mile 68 and expected the service station would fix it. Wrong again! They claimed to have no rope, and sent me into the gift shop. As I expected, there was no rope there. The cashier was at least as helpful as possible. She had some large rubber bands which she put together in a long string and gave me. I bought my first bag of potato chips and went out to fix the car. The rubber bands actually worked fairly well. The top only moved sideways, not up and down.
I stopped a few more times to tighten the rubber bands, then exited the Thruway at mile 100—Saugerties. I knew—or at least thought I knew—there were service stations at the exit. To my dismay, the service stations were now a McDonalds and another fast food joint. I headed up the road which runs along the Thruway and found an open gas station. This one admitted to having rope and tied the car-top carrier up again. I bought my second bag of potato chips and headed on up the road towards Catskill. I had gone this way many times when my in-laws lived in Saugerties, so did not even consider getting back on the Thruway. I had already decided to go the back way to Mom’s from Catskill rather than continue on the high-speed Thruway and increase my chances of more car-top carrier problems.
Going the back way involves continuing up the road I was on to Route 23, which runs into route 145, and takes me to Route 20--the east-west central
I bought my third bag of potato chips—a big one this time—and duly turned around without the map I so desperately wanted, with nothing to tell me the direction in which I was heading, and traversing twisty, windy mountain roads. There was a light sooner than I expected. It was a blinker, not a stop light, but after some thought decided I should turn left anyway. As the lights are many miles apart I figured he must have meant that one. I soon found myself on Route 23C, which sounded good as I wanted Route 23.
I followed 23C for many miles, probably at least an hour. At one point I came to a T intersection that said
I had my cell phone with me, but had left the charger at my office. Once I realized it was there as my battery was getting low, it was too late to go get it. It did not help that I was deep in the Catskills, so only occasionally had reception. When I again got to a town with a name, I called Mom to ask her how to get to her house. Neither she nor anyone else at the house had heard of the town or the route I was then on. I finally ended up on Route 28, and called again. My brother told me they had found where I was on the map and tried to call me with no luck. He I should soon come to Route 30 which I should take. When I told them I was on Route 28, they reminded me that it was the same 28 which goes through
I promptly came to a hamlet that looked large enough to maybe have an open gas station. It did, but the map display was gone. The clerk said it had been there last week. All I got was potato chip bag number 4. A little further down the road I finally found a gas station with maps and also bought potato chip bag number five. Finding a map at this point was not necessarily a good thing.
I did not want to drive another two hours so studied the map for a shorter route. I took the aforementioned Route 30 and found smaller roads to get northwest to
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Friday, July 18, 2008
RICHARD (CRIGNON) CHAPEL WILL
Probate file of Richard Chapel
To the Hon. William P.
Humbly shows Travis A. Phillips of Colebrook in the
Travis A. Phillips
in and for said County on the second Tuesday of May A.D. 1825
The foregoing petition being duly ? acclaimed, It is thereupon decreed by the Court ? that the sd petitioner give notice to all persons interested in the subject matter thereof to appear at a Court of Probate to be holden at Lenox within & for said County on the first Tuesday of Term next at ten o’clock in the forenoon ~ those living in this County to have personal notice fourteen days before said Court. All others by publishing the petition & this order thereon in the Berkshire Star printed at Stockbridge three weeks successively the first publication to be at least fourteen days before said Court at which time & place they may be heard concerning the same.
William P. Walker Judge of Probate
In the name of God Amen. I Richard Chapel of Southfield in the County of Berkshire and Commonwealth of Massachusetts being in good health of body and of sound and disposing mind to settle my worldly affairs whilest I have strength and capacity so to do, do make and publish this my last Will and testament hereby revoking and making void all former Wills by me at any time heretofore made. And first and principally I commit my soul into the hands of my Creator who gave it and my body to the earth to be interred in the burying ground of Southfield aforesaid near James Road, at the discretion of my Executor hereinafter named, and as to such Worldly Estate wheresowith it has pleased God to entrust me I dispose of the same as followeth ~
Imprimus ~ I give and devise to my dear and beloved Wife Sarah Chapel during the time she shall remain my Widow the use and improvement of those two pieces of land lying and being in Southfield aforesaid lying west of my dwelling house called and known by the name of the Mivnik* lots one lying on the South Side of the highway containing thirty acres, and the other on the north side of the highway containing twenty five acres with privilege to cut sufficient timber for the repairing and supporting of sufficient fences and sufficient fire wood for her own use – also the north west room in my dwelling house and the B? in the stoop, the use of so much of the west Barn as will accommodate her for the putting up of sufficient fodder and for stabling one horse and Cow, also one good horse, the side saddle I now own one good Bridle one good Cow and two Beds & Bedding to th? One third part of all my household furniture & household utensils and [p. 248] such articles as shall be selected by her, and six dollars in money to be paid her annually by my sons Daniel Chapel, John Chapel Seth Chapel, Richard Chapel & Matthew Smith Chapel, meaning to give and bequeath my sd Wife the use and improvement of the above property during her said Widowhood and no longer, and from and after her said Widowhood I give and bequeath the same to my said sons Daniel, John, Seth, Richard & Matthew Smith ~
Item. I give and devise to my said sons Daniel Chapel John Chapel Seth Chapel Richard Chapel and Matthew Smith Chapel after my just debts and funeral charges are paid all my Real Estate of what name or nature soever and wherever it may lye excepting the use and improvement of that devised to my said Wife, and also all of my personal Estate of what name or nature soever excepting also the use of that devised to my said Wife during her said Widowhood –
The above property devised and given to my said sons to be divided between them equally so that they shall share & share alike taking into consideration the several sums I shall have advanced
them respectively and charged them on my Book of Accounts against them kept solely for that purpose. Including in their several shares the sums I have or shall advance them respectively --
And I consider my farm in
and my land in the State of Ohio worth four dollars per acre now it is my will and pleasure that my son Matthew Smith Chapel who I expect will live with me, shall have his equal share as above defined of my Real Estate out of my homestead to be taken when he shall choose or select at its just and proportional value, According to its quality to twenty five dollars per acre including the whole farm, and the remainder of the home farm at its proportional value, and the land in Ohio at four dollars per acre to contain the shares of my sons Daniel, John, Seth and Richard as above expressed –
Provided however and on this condition that these my sons Daniel, John, Seth, Richard and Matthew Smith pay or cause to be paid the several sums hereinafter mentioned ~
To my Wife Sarah Chapel six dollars annually so
long as she remains my Widow ~
To Sarah Roberts in addition to what I have already
Given her the sum of sixty dollars
To Susannah Chapel including what I have already advan
ced her the sum of four hundred dollars ~
To my daughter Betsy Sage including what I have already
advanced to her the sum of four hundred dollars ~
To my daughter Grace Phillips including what I have already
given to her the sum of four hundred dollars ~
[p 249] To my daughter Ruth Sage including what I have already
advanced to her the sum of four hundred dollars ~
The sums above bequeathed to my said daughters to be paid from my household furniture at my decease so far as two thirds of the same will pay and the reminder of my household furniture to be received in payment by my said Daughters after my said Wife shall cease to be my Widow and the deficiency if any shall then be paid in money by my said sons ~
And likewise and provided also that said Daniel, John, Seth, Richard and Matthew Smith shall provide for the comfortable support and maintenance of my said Daughter Hannah Chapel if she lives to expend the property I have above given and bequeathed to her ~ And I nominate and appoint Benjamin Sheldon of Sandisfield Executor of this my Last Will and Testament
In Witness Whereof I Richard Chapel have to this my last Will & Testament set my hand and seal this ninth day of January in the year of our Lord one thousand Eight hundred and fifteen ~
Richard Chapel & seal
Signed Sealed & published by the above named Richard Chapel for his last Will and testament in presence of us who at his request and in his presence have hereunto subscribed our names as Witnesses ~ Jabez Bosworth Jr., Ezra Sacket, Aaron Picket
of Wills ? within and for the said
SEAL unto whom these presents shall come Greeting
Know ye that at a court of Probate holden at Lenox within and for the County of Berkshire on the seventh day of June in the year of our Lord Eighteen and twenty five before me the sd Judge The Instrument hereunto annexed is presented as the last Will and Testament of Richard Chapel late of Sandisfield in the County of Berkshire deceased by Travis A. Phillips for Probate, Benjamin Sheldon the Executor therein named having declined the trust reposed in him ~ And Ezra Sacket one of the subscribing Witnesses to the same appearing made oath that he saw Richard Chapel the testator sign and seal and heard him publish and declare the same to be his last Will and Testament, that he appeared to be of lawful age, sound mind and disposing memory when he did it, and that he together with Jabez Bosworth, Jr and Aaron Picket who are absent all subscribed as Witnesses to the same at the same time in the presence of the said testator, and an order of motion having issued from this court which is now returned duly complied with. And it also appearing to the Court by satisfactory evidence that there is no objection to the Probate of the same ~ I do therefore by virtue of the power and authority to me given me in and by [p.250] the laws of the Commonwealth aforesaid, deem that the said Will is proved, and do approve and allow of the said instrument as the last Will and testament of the said Richard Chapel deceased. And I do commit the Executor thereof in all matters concerning the same and of the Estate of the said Richard Chapel whereof he died seized and possessed in said County unto Travis A. Phillips who is hereby appointed administrator with the will annexed on the Estate of said deceased well and faithfully to execute the same and to administer the Estate of the said deceased according thereto who accepts of the said trust and gives Bond as the law directs to render a full and perfect inventory of said Estate into the Probate office of said County upon oath within three months and also to render a just and true account of his proceedings thereon upon oath within one year from the date hereof. In testimony whereof I hereunto set my hand and seal of said Court ~ William P. Walker
At this same Court Power of administration of Richard Chapel late of Sandisfield in the
NOTE: The above is the first probate file for Richard Chapel, including his will. I will post the remainder when I have transcribed it.
Interesting things to note: This will was written in 1815, before Matthew Smith Chapel's children with Susannah were born. Richard treats Susannah as one of his daughters in the will. The other daughters-in-law are not so treated. Richard also states in the will that he assumes Matthew Smith Chapel will be living with him.
Although the 1860 census lists Mathew Smith Chapel as a "pauper" in the county farm, as opposed to others who are classified as "insane," I am beginning to wonder if rather than being a cad he actually had mental problems. Anyone have any thoughts on the subject?
Thursday, July 17, 2008
SEARCHING IRELAND FOR FERRYS: PART I
SEARCHING FOR THE ANCESTORS OF MY IRISH PATERNAL GRANDFATHER JAMES ALEXANDER FERRY
All I ever knew about my paternal grandfather’s childhood was that he was born in
To begin my quest into my Irish routes, I joined the Ulster Historical Society and purchased various how-to books on researching the North Irish. The
Another couple of years passed with me making quarterly inquiries into the status of my report. Then my Aunt Jay died, the last survivor of her generation and my grandfather’s eldest child. Aunt Jay had always been interested in the family history and may have belonged to the DAR as did her mother. Consequently Aunt Jay had a fair amount of genealogical material. Her two sons gave these materials to me for safekeeping.
In the process of sorting through Aunt Jay’s papers, additional information came to light. It seems that my great-great- grandparents had come to this country before the Civil War with several small children, one of whom was my great-grandmother Eliza Jane Smith. The scraps of paper in the box given me by my cousins, mostly miscellaneous notes in Aunt Jay’s distinctive handwriting, indicated that this Eliza grew up in
By this time ancestry.com had procured databases with many more ships’ manifests than had previously been the case. First I search unsuccessfully for James Ferry, Richard Ferry, and the other brothers. No hits. I then tried just the surname, and up popped Mrs. E. Ferry. Following this lead, I discovered the entire family on the “State of
The names of the Ferry family on the “State of
Now that I knew the age of my great-grandmother, and that she had previously resided in the
By this time about three years had passed since I order and pre-paid for a search in
TO BE CONTINUED
Monday, July 14, 2008
DAR CONTINENTAL CONVENTION
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Sunday, February 24, 2008
|HELP!! Today my organizational crisis has come to a head, and I am most frustrated. I have my individual people files and family files petty well organized, and have a system which works--except for the stuff I copy in probate and county clerks offices and libraries. The biggest problem is the old deeds, wills, etc. They tend to be in large books, so the copies are huge. They don't fit in my files and notebooks, and I like them in a separate place to transcribe--like the ones i sent you to proofread for me, Sandi. At least I had managed to reduce the size of those somewhat. I have piles of these documents all over the place. They are mostly in separate folders or notebooks (just as a holder--they don't fit to secure in). But I haven't figured out how to store these so I can find them. I have long since run out of bookcase space, and they are really too big to store on bookcases. It is a disaster when a pile falls on the floor! Even the documents from libraries are a problem. Although the ones copied from microfilm are generally a more standard size, I have zillions of them. I brought back large stacks from Boston on my last trip there. They are in a pile on the floor by my bed; hardly a long range solution. For the most part it doesn't work to put these documents in family notebooks or individual files, as I like to keep all the stuff from a single location together, at least my original copies. I'm not sure exactly why, other than that they must be together if I am trying to figure out how properties adjoined and the locations of families in relation to each other. Mostly, it just seems propeer to me that they be together. So now I am trying to complete my documentary history of the Carpenter family, and thus need to find what documents I have which I haven't included. but where are they??? I spent hours finding some deeds and wills I knew I had earlier in the week, and knew I had put back where I found them--where ever that was!! Now they are ON my bed waiting for copies and transcriptions. I guess I will leave them there at least until I go to work tomorrow where i can copy them. If too many kids don't sleep with me, I stand a chance of managing not to kick them on the floor. Then where to put them? Any good ideas would be appreciated. I am plumb out of ideas. I think what I really need is something like map drawers to keep them in, but have never such a thing in office supply stores. I am having a similar problem with documents i have copied from the internet and CDS. They usually involve an area, not a person. I do have area files, so guess the area ones could go in those, but family groups are another problem. For example, a couple of weeks ago I copied all the Hinsham Quaker records that mention family records in Philadelphia and West Jersey. I made two copies of each, so one set I marked up as I entered them on my computer, then put them in the individual files. The second set is the problem. That set was printed to use in my documentary history and any place else I don't want marked up copies. So where do I file those? I also spent a lot of time looking for them today, then found them on my desk chair--"where I couldn't possibly lose them." Again, this is not a long term solution. HELP! HELP! All ideas gratefully accepted!|