52 Ancestors, Week 4: Education

The Week 4 prompt for Amy Johnson Crow's "52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks" is Education. I have no ancestors who were teachers. At best, I think my paternal grandmother's sister was a teacher. 

The only  memory you may have of a grandparent is an older person with gray hair. But imagine your grandma with her hair in braids, bringing her lunch to school in a pail. Perhaps grandpa didn't have much formal schooling if he was needed on the farm at harvest time. Did they attend a large school? A one- or two-room schoolhouse? Was the building made of brick, or of wood? Who were their teachers? Are there records or photographs for your ancestor?

What I do have are some vintage school items. They're kind of cool, and some of them even contain the name of the student who used them. 

FIRST GROUPING:

These school books, lined tablet, and school slate have been used by students from long ago. The Bobbs Merrill Third Reader has wonderful illustrations, and dates from 1923. 

The Aldine First Language Book dates from 1913. The name inside reads Frederick Mason (and coincidentally, Frederick W. “Bill” Mason was the name of my Grandpa Herrick’s childhood friend in Iowa). I can’t recall which antique store this is from. 

Our Diamond Leader flexible pencil tablet was from Spill the Milk, a vintage store that was in Valparaiso, Indiana. The name at the top is Elberta Schuessler. (Census lists her as Alberta, born about 1911. Her family lived in Morgan Township, Porter County, Indiana. Her nickname was Peaches, and she died without issue in 2002. There is writing on the inside that dates from 1928.) It reminds me of my old Big Chief tablet. 

This Extra Special slate is bound in leather. It has a crack and a chip in it. It was made by the National School Slate Company of Slatington, Pennsylvania.

SECONG GROUPING

Eclipse Desk, Model No. 3 was found at an antique store in Winona Lakes, IN for about $40, at least 15 years ago. It obviously had been kept outside because the wood is very dry, more like weathered barn wood. I haven’t done anything to it yet, and it’s in the garage. Hopefully next year I can show it some love. I love the wrought iron scrollwork. 

Not seen in these photos is an arch just above the desk legs. On this arch, it says Cleveland. Online research of another Eclipse desk shows that this was designed by Theodor Kundtz, who also designed sewing machine cabinets for White. Most other No. 3 models found online don’t have the fancy wrought iron; just a solid base for schoolbooks, with Eclipse just stamped or forged into the side.

THIRD GROUPING

This Dick and Jane ”Our Big Book” had several versions: “We Look and See,” etc. This card is from the “Think and Do Book,” and measures 30x22. It dates from the mid-1950s to the mid-1960s. I think I bought it in Michigan. The side-arm desk was already refinished when I bought it.

FOURTH GROUPING

This Indiana Teacher’s License is dated 1903, and allows Lulu Waggoner of Jackson County, Indiana, to teach. The Young People’s Reading Circle of Indiana Diploma, for Walter Hurst of Wayne County, IN, is dated 19 March 1898.

Wouldn't it be wonderful to find a school item owned or used by your ancestor?

52 Ancestors, Week 3: Out of Place

Amy Johnson Crow, in her "52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks" challenge, has as Week 3's prompt "Out of Place." 

Amy asks, "Have you ever found an ancestor in an unexpected location? What about finding a record someplace that surprised you? Or what about that one great-great-uncle who moved out West when everyone else in the family stayed put?"

So I decided to write about all of the above.

One difficulty in my family history research is finding out WHERE in England my great-grandmother Margaret Donley's family lived. Face it, it's not much help when on every record I found, it says merely "England." OOO-KAYYY. Fortunately, I found out about great-grandma's brother, who was nearly 20 years older. Robert Donlon used a different spelling of his surname, but he had the decency to use a consistent birthdate (thank you, kind sir!), and vital records state he was from Leeds. At last! Something to go on.

Before discovering Robert, I'd found a family in the 1885 Iowa State Census whose members seemed to match up with what Dad told me about his grandmother's family. Since the first mention of Maggie was at her marriage in Pennsylvania, I had no idea if this was the correct family as they were not in a place in which I expected to find them.

After discovering Robert, I found that he was also in the same Iowa county, married and with two children. That census suddenly became a more important puzzle piece. The Donley boys were coal miners and I don't know if they stayed put in one area, or criss-crossed the country, going to where the jobs were.

At least one of the brothers went out west.  This news item from 1915 mentions that Robert's brother James was visiting from Montana. The family is definitely a work-in-progress, although DNA is helping!

Under the "record I did not expect to find" category is a divorce record. My 2x great-grandfather, Henry Herrick, had married Rebecca MOLDEN/MOULDEN and I was checking newspapers for a marriage notice. I found a news item with both Herrick and Molden — but not the marriage I expected. Turns out Henry's sister Bell had married a Molden and it didn't work out. Bell's mother Jane Herrick was filing the suit. More work to do, for sure, as the 1868 divorce notice mentions Bell's husband William Molden, but an 1865 marriage notice says Bell was married to James Molden. In any case, in the 1870 U.S. Census, Bell is married to Jacob Miller and has a 3 month old son, John.

52 Ancestors, Week 2: Favorite Photo

 Week 2 of my pal Amy Johnson Crow's writing prompt, "52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks," is "Favorite Photo." 

Do I have just one? Not that I can think of. Several stick in my memory, and when I finally get all my photos organized and scanned, then I'll be able to finally post them. Until then, this one brings me much joy.

My Aunt Joy once told me "We have a picture of your Grandpa Herrick when he was a little boy. It's part of a paperweight." For years, I meant to ask to see it. A year ago at Christmas, I was at my cousin's holiday open house. After everyone else had left, I asked her whether she received the paperweight after her mother had died. She didn't recall it specifically, but she kindly dug in a box in her study, and — there it was. I brought it back to her dining room table, around which my family had gathered several hours earlier.

It proved almost impossible to photograph — the smooth, curved glass reflected the lights over the table. I had no idea how the photo was set into the paperweight. Could it be removed? YES!! With shaking hands I picked up my iPhone and took the best photo I could of the photo of little Charles Lewis Herrick. Part of the original caption on the reverse is still visible. In ink: "17 months old" and "born 1894." Barely visible in pencil: "Charley Her" and "April 10th" which was Grandpa's birthdate. 

I wondered about the circumstances behind the paperweight. What had the photo originally looked like before it was cut to fit inside the recess in the bottom of the paperweight? Was the photo only of Charley, or were there several poses done at the time, perhaps with his parents? I have photos of Charley's mother, my great-grandma Margaret "Maggie" Donley Herrick McCabe. Of Charley's father, my great-grandpa Harry Herrick, I have no photos — yet.

52 Ancestors, Week 1: I'd Like to Meet...

For the past few years, my friend Amy Johnson Crow has featured a writing prompt called "52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks." I've been bad about writing and blogging regularly (all you have to do is look at the dates of my previous posts, LOL!). This is the year I actually stick to it. I'm not getting off to a promising start, though - Amy's already posted prompts for Week 3, and here I am, blogging for Week 1. Oh well!

Week 1's prompt is "I'd like to meet..."  I’d like to have met my great-grandmother, Margaret Donley Herrick McCabe. Born in England, she and her family came to the US in the early 1880s.  She died in 1950, six years before I was born. So, I think I'll ask Maggie as if she were still here.

Margaret Donley
Herrick McCabe

• Did your family all immigrate to the U.S. together? Or did some of you arrive first, and the others followed? When and from where did you arrive in the U.S.?
• It appears that your family lived in Iowa in 1885. How did you wind up in PA in 1893? Where did the other family members go?
• How did you meet Harry Herrick? He had been in Texas, and returned to Washington, Pennsylvania sometime around the death of his grandmother Jane. Was it a love match? A one-night stand? 
• When and why did you and Harry split? Did you formally divorce? (I hope so, because you later married Robert McCabe, so...) When and where did you and Harry divorce? Did you ever have contact with him again? When did you divorce McCabe (or did you)?
• Was Julia Donley a sister of yours? If so, why do I not find any connection between her and her siblings?
• Most importantly, who were your parents — John Donley and Katherine Kelley? Or Patrick Donley and Margaret Kelley?

So many questions; so few answers. Maggie, why did you use Donley, but your eldest brother Robert used Donlon? Speaking of Robert, why did my dad hear from his dad — your son — about various family members, but not a peep did Dad mention a Robert? Heck, Maggie, Robert even lived in East Palestine, Ohio, the town in which Dad was born. 

I'd love to know the answers to the most mundane questions. Did you speak with a British accent? What were your favorite foods? What kind of mother were you: the soft, nurturing kind? A hard-as-nails badass? What made you decide to leave Iowa behind and come to Chicago? What (or who) was here for you?

DNA and genealogical research will help answer some questions, but there will be others that go unanswered forever, and that's a shame.

New Beginnings

One of the empty spaces in my family tree was great-grandpa Harry Herrick. The son of Henry Herrick and Rebecca Molden/Moulden, he was their eldest child, and for some reason lived with his paternal grandmother, Jane (nee Wood) Herrick. Was it because Jane was widowed and needed help with chores? Was there a situation at home that caused Harry or his parents some grief? We'll never know.

I knew he grew up in Washington PA and married Maggie Donley there 26 October 1893; their son Charles (my paternal grandfather) was born the following April. I don't know much about Harry before he married, nor after, because Maggie and Charles moved to Oskaloosa, Mahaska County, Iowa sometime between Charles's birth and 1900. Harry does not appear in the 1897 Washington, Pa. City Directory. What do I know about Harry? 

1. He is listed among more than 100 students who were absent one day or less, for the period of December 1873. He is shown as attending School No. 2. His sister Daisy is listed as a pupil at School No. 1.

2. "Master Harry Herrick, while digging in his father's yard, Washington borough, on Tuesday, unearthed a Spanish "levy," 12½ cents, dated 1780. It was in a good state of preservation."

3. 24 Dec 1884: Harry Herrick, a lad of 16 or 17 years, acting as a trainman, had his feet badly frozen, while flagging, near Finleyville, during the recent cold snap. He is now at his grandmother's, in this borough.

4. He was employed by the B & O and had a bad fall from an engine in November 1886. He seemed to be off for about 1 month.

5. He was one of those who took advantage of the B & O's low rates to go to Chicago in June 1888.

6. In 1889, Sarah Wood (his probable great-grandmother) died at his home. She was in her 91st year.

7. In March 1893, he was "now of Texas" but visiting relatives in Washington, PA. Perhaps he was called back due to the illness of his grandmother, Jane, with whom he lived while growing up. Jane died in May 1893. Harry and Maggie knew each other by at least mid-July of 1893 (determined by working backward from Charles's date of birth).

• How long did Harry live in Texas?
• How long did Maggie live in PA?
• Might he and Maggie have met before he left for Texas?
• How long did they know each other before (ahem) *knowing* each other?

8. He was a "railroader" according to Charles's delayed birth certificate. His father Henry also worked on the railroad, among several other jobs. A Dec. 1893 news article mentions a Harry Herrick, engineer on the Lehigh Valley railroad. He was reported to have caused a wreck, but says that his engine was run into by the train at the crossing. The article mentioned several engineers who blamed strikers for causing accidents. There is no proof that the Harry who worked for Lehigh Valley was "my" Harry.

An article in the Wellsboro Gazette, dated 13 Sept. 1911, mentions a wreck of Pennsylvania passenger train No. 277, on the Buffalo and Allegheny division. The engineer died, and fireman Harry Herrick was seriously hurt. Again, there is no proof that this was "my" Harry.

9. There are strong hints that he may have died 10 May 1908 in Brooklyn, New York, where he had been living for several years:

• A death certificate for Harry Herrick states that he was born in 1865. The FamilySearch transcription states that his father's name was Harry; a closer look at the image of the document appears to say Henry. As those in itself are not enough proof that the certificate definitively refers to Harry, further proof would be required.
• A news item in the Brooklyn Standard Union of 11 May 1908 indicates that the deceased formerly lived at "Little Washington, Pa" and had arrived in Brooklyn approximately nine years ago. The location fits, as does the time period (Maggie and Charles are in Iowa by 1900). 

He was a watchman at a warehouse owned by the Bush Company. Newspaper articles describe the Bush Terminal Company as one of the "big three" companies owning several warehouses on the Brooklyn waterfront. 

His death certificate states that he was married. Did he and Maggie legally divorce? Did he marry again?

He is listed as having been buried at Cypres Hill [sic].

So apparently I've missed two years already. Oh well, life happens, and thus the reason for the blog title Round Tuit Genealogy! I expect to do better this year, because I plan to participate in my friend Amy Johnson Crow's "52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks" challenge. There won't be a post every week, I can tell you that right now. But as Amy said, anything we do is more than what we did before. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.

There have been some significant strides in the family history research, so it will be nice to be able to include the new information.

So, happy 2019!

There's a reason for the name of this blog. I know myself very, very well. 
Waiting until you get a Round Tuit isn't a good thing. Don't do it.

More than a year ago, I was contacted by a woman who was quite surprised to find my blog mentioning Grandpa's first cousin, Grant Morgan. Turns out that Grant was her grandfather, and this woman, Vicki, was my third cousin. 

I, in turn, was quite surprised to find that Vicki's mother — Grant's daughter, Vivian — was still alive and in her 90s. 

Grant and his wife were buried in a cemetery in East Palestine, where Dad was born. Grandpa was an only child, and I was only 5 years old when he died. I'd never met ANYONE from his side of the family. What an opportunity to speak to someone who might have some answers!

Did they have information on our Donley ancestors? 
Were there any photos or stories or heirlooms?
 
(You can see where this is going.)

And what did I do?
Nothing.
Nada.
Not one damn thing. 
Not a letter, not a phone call.

Since I was going to Ohio in April, I figured I'd see Vivian then. So I waited. 
Too long, as it turned out, and I was crushed to see that Vivian passed away in January.

My father's mantra was, "If there's anything you want to do in this life, don't wait — do it now."
 
Sorry, Dad.
Sorry, Vivian.
I blew it.

Wow... my last post was April 2014, huh? Well, that's why this blog is named as it is.
That's not to say I hadn't done any genealogy in 2015; just that I didn't blog about it.

My genealogy is a hot mess: I bought RootsMagic, but had never used it; bought photo albums for a ton of photos that have yet to be scanned; dug out my notebooks from the 1980s just to see what was in them. 

So this year, I plan to join with more than 10,000 others in the Genealogy DoOver, a Facebook group created by Thomas MacEntee. He encourages us to set aside our work and start anew, taking a fresh look at our research and properly citing sources and developing good habits. 

I didn't really start the DoOver last year (uh- Round Tuit, remember?), but I did rename almost all my digital files in a consistent pattern so they can be easily found. I plan to watch the RootsWeb webinars to learn how to properly use my software. I'm keeping the GDO schedule at hand (it's now a monthly format, which should make things easier for me). Setting aside all the handwritten notes won't be that hard, since they've been sitting in their boxes for decades, containing information I even forgot that I had. Now I'll be able to see what documents I'm missing, and can plan to order copies.

I joined The Organized Genealogist Facebook group, and will be checking out Dear Myrtle's FINALLY Get Organized! 2016 Weekly Checklists. Between Thomas and ol' Myrt, I can't HELP but improve, since right now I'm not doing anything.

Who knows - maybe this will carry over into organizing other areas.

PA Death Certificates 1906-24 go online

Folks on the Ancestry.com Facebook page were awaiting the availability of Pennsylvania death certificates. They're now at Ancestry.com for 1906-1924. I have g-g-gf Henry A. Herrick's DC. It's been so long since I checked — I think I already had it in my files for many years now. Oh well; more impetus for entering all this stuff into a software program.

A search was not in vain, however. Much of what I've been finding lately have been on collaterals. This is good, because my direct line hasn't exactly left a trail of breadcrumbs — at least, not online.

I was disturbed to find two death certificates connected to Jennie Herrick Mitchel(l) and her husband, James Osburn Mitchell. Jennie was the sister of my great-grandfather, Harry Herrick. According to their marriage license, James, age 24, was born in Greene Co., PA and living in Cleveland, OH. Jennie, age 23, was born in, and was living in, Washington, PA, where they married on 5 June 1902. The officiant was M. [Marshall] Blaine Lytle, husband of Katherine S. Herrick, who was Jennie and Harry's sister. M. Blaine Lytle also officiated at the marriage of their youngest Herrick sibling, William Wiley/Wylie Herrick, to LaVeda Ullom.

The 1910 census shows James and Jennie MITCHELL in Washington, Washington Co., PA. They have been married for 8 years. They have two children: Walter O., age 1, and Jean M., age 7 (enumerated in that order).

The death certificates were for twin sons of Jennie and J. O. Mitchell. Both certificates spell the surname with only one "L". According to the certificates, James Alexander Mitchel and William Herrick Mitchel were born 18 Feb 1911. Dr. M. H. Alexander of Canonsburg, PA, certified that he attended William from 16 July 1911 to 19 July, when William died. William was buried on 21 July at "Oak Spg Cem" (Oak Spring Cemetery*) in Canonsburg. Sadly, Dr. Alexander attended James from 17 July until his death on 23 July. Little James was buried on 24 July. *Find-A-Grave does not list any Mitchel/Mitchells in this cemetery.

The 1920 census shows Jennie and James MITCHELL (2 "L"s) in Chartiers Township, Washington Co., with two children, Jean M., now age 16, and Walter O., age 10. In 1930, Jennie and James MITCHEL (one "L") are in Fairview Township, Mercer Co., PA; Walter O. is listed as 27, and Jean M. as 21. In 1940, James O. and Jennie Mitchell are in Fairview, Mercer Co., PA, with daughter Jeanne M. Mitchell, age 36. Walter O. and wife, Eva, are in Fredonia, Mercer Co., PA, with sons James A., age 3, and Paul O., 1 month.

The Greenville, PA Record-Argus of 7 June 1952 describes James's and Jennie's 50th anniversary fete, which was a "quiet family gathering" due to Jennie's ill health. It states that the couple were married in the home of Mrs. Mitchell's brother, the late Frank Herrick, in Washington, PA. Guests at the gathering included Mr. & Mrs. Walter O. Mitchell and two sons, Jimmy Alan and Paul, of Fredonia; Jeanne Mitchell of Greenville; and Mr. and Mrs. William G. Mitchell of Washington, PA, Mr. Mitchell being the only brother of the honoree. The couple came to Mercer Co. in 1931.

2014, so far

Let's see, what's been happening lately?

1. Got my FamilyTree DNA kit, at the request of "cousin" Michelle Roos-Goodrum, but am following my tendency to procrastinate and haven't done the test yet. (There's a reason this blog is called "Round Tuit.") She and I seem to share a many-times great-grandfather.
2. Received the latest version of RootsMagic. This is the year I start entering it all.
3. Found "Bob" in California, who has photos of a collateral line. He has photos of some people who also appear in the family photo album, but who were unnamed. In fact, some of Bob's family photos were taken during the same occasion as ones in my family's album. Now I can identify them!
4. Investigating some Herrick females: Belle Herrick Miller (wife of Jacob); Katherine Herrick Lytle (wife of Marshall Blaine Lytle); and Jennie Herrick Mitchell (wife of James O. Mitchell).
5. Found the cause of death of Charles Herrick, son of Henry and Rebecca (Moulden) Herrick, who died in 1892 at age 16 of a gun shot wound. The Pittsburgh Dispatch notes that he and a friend were hunting blackbirds near a river, when marsh grasses tangled in Charles's rifle trigger and the gun went off. Doctors were unable to locate the bullet before he died. It had lodged in his right lung.
6. Mostly, though, I've spent the winter keeping warm and shoveling snow. I'm ready for warmer weather, and looking forward to going to some area conferences this year.

Going to FGS/Fort Wayne?

There's nothing more exhausting — or more exhilarating — than a national conference. 
Hit the ground running before 8 a.m., walk the equivalent of a few miles going between lecture halls, and don't relax in your hotel room until 9 at night (provided you're not a social butterfly that stays out even later). Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Tell me that you're still bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, and I'd doubt your veracity.

Attend sessions by some of the field's most knowledgeable speakers. Meet people from all over the country, and beyond. Walk the equivalent of a few miles visiting the booths inside the exhibit hall, and don't relax until you've seen all the latest genealogical tools and services. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Tell me that you're not pumped to put to use what you've learned (or bought!) and I'd wonder if you were ill.

The Federation of Genealogical Societies 2013 Conference takes place next week in Fort Wayne (Indiana, for those who haven't a clue), and it's jam-packed with lectures and special events. For more info, visit the conference website or the conference blog, which has helpful information about what to bring, what to see, and how to make the most of your conference experience. (Oh, it's on Facebook and Twitter, too.) 

I often take my time driving to genealogical events, stopping to browse the antique stores. When I'm in Indianapolis, I try to hit the town of Kirklin, on US Route 421 north of the city. On the way to Fort Wayne I always try to hit the town of Pierceton, about eight miles east of Warsaw, in Kosciusko County. The shops are just a few blocks south of US 30. If I was traveling on a weekday or Saturday, I'd stop at The Village at Winona, in Winona Lake, right next to Warsaw. Craftsman bungalows house a lot of really cute shops, which are closed Sundays. But wait! There's more! The Indiana Antique Company is in Warsaw; it's open Sunday afternoons; and I've never been there yet. (Uh-oh. Once I stop there, I may never make it to Fort Wayne.)

I don't usually buy large, expensive things at these stores. In Pierceton I bought some vintage advertisements from old copies of the Saturday Evening Post.They're framed as wall art in the laundry room, as are three washboards. A trio of canning jars atop a cabinet hold wooden clothespins, thread spools, and colorful buttons.

So many items found in antique stores have a provenance: a monogrammed dresser set of hairbrush, mirror, and hair collector. A silver-knobbed walking stick. The old time photos (which many stores tout as "instant ancestors." OUCH! We genies know better, and would keel over in a dead faint if anyone in the photos actually WAS our ancestor!) Someone's old high school yearbook. (Some years ago, our Friends of the Library president downsized and donated her high school yearbooks to the Friends' Book Sale Room. Since the school was in Chicago and the library is in Indiana, the books weren't destined for the Local History Room. As soon as I saw them, I knew I wanted to buy them. Sure enough, they contained photos of an aunt and uncle. Finding my uncle's signature in the book was an unexpected bonus.) 

You'll feel very old in the blink of an eye when you run across a collectable that is identical to  one you had as a child. How about those metal banks that looked like a globe of the world? It threw me a few weeks ago when I saw a plastic toy Coca Cola fountain dispenser. I'd forgotten we even had that toy as kids. You'd insert an actual bottle of Coke into the toy, pull the handle, and the "fountain" would dispense the Coke into a little Coke-shaped plastic glass. 

Antique stores or malls aren't really the place to take young children. Besides the breakables, there are heavy pieces of furniture that could fall on or injure a child (not to mention that your young one may run short on patience as you stroll from item to item). But once a child is a bit older, sharing remembrances about the playthings of your youth could prove a very worthwhile bonding experience. Who knows, it just might spark a family history flame in your descendants.

Well, it's obvious that I haven't been blogging! I refuse to feel guilty; after all, that's why this blog is named as it is. I've been helping with some local Civil War research, doing some Unclaimed Persons stuff, finishing an Indiana Genealogical Society newsletter, preparing blog posts for FGS 2013 as part of the local publicity committee; creating and teaching Library Education Unit classes for library staff, doing a few presentations, and other matters.

On the research front in the past year, I was surprised to find Dad's great-aunt Kate (Katherine/Kathryn? Donelly Morgan) buried in East Palestine, Ohio (thank you, Find A Grave!). Dad was born there; his parents moved there to find work at the behest of Kate's son, Grant Morgan, who was Grandpa Charlie Herrick's cousin and best friend, and who is also buried in EP. So I don't know why it should surprise me to find Kate and Grant there, but it did. I don't know if Dad's family kept track of Kate in later years. 

Finding that helped lead to other records showing that Kate seemed to be married to Thomas Morgan. Grant is listed in various records as Thomas G. and Grant T... after his father, apparently. I'm guessing Kate & Thomas divorced, since I think Thomas appears in later censuses, while Dad knew Kate's husb (friend? Significant Other?) Louis/Lewis Henderson as "Uncle Lou." (Um, okay, was Kate the one who ate her dessert first, or the one who drove all the way from Chicago to Ohio, but didn't know how to back up? Or maybe she was both of them. The stories are mixing in my head.)

I may have even found g-gm Maggie and Kate's other sister, whom Dad called "Aunt Mary Liz" Bishop. Seems as though Mary Donelly married an Edward Curtis in Rock Island Co., IL, and had at least 2 children (daughters). I don't know what happened to Edward, but Mary later marries Rankin Bishop and they reside in Iowa with the Curtis girls. All this, of course, needs documentation, etc. I found the online stuff but of course have not gotten around to the nitty-gritty of documenting, charting, etc. because my name is Linda and I am a procrastinator. Still, it's further ahead than I was at this time last year, for which I'm grateful.

Blog Caroling 2013

Well, footnoteMaven says it's time for blog caroling. Never having done that before, I hope I'm doing it correctly.

My favorite carol is O Come All Ye Faithful (Adeste Fideles for you Latin buffs), probably because our family had this plastic church with a built-in music box (like this photo on ebay) that played that song. We kids wore that music box out, but the church still is stored in the garage. Dad never threw anything out.

I'm posting only the first verse because that's about all I can get through before I burst into tears. Same thing happens if someone sings O Holy Night or Silent Night. I don't know why those songs touch me because I'm not at all religious, but if I start to hear them, get ready for the waterworks.

     O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant,
     O come ye, O come ye, to Bethlehem.
     Come and behold Him, born the King of angels;

Refrain

     O come, let us adore Him,
     O come, let us adore Him,
     O come, let us adore Him,
     Christ the Lord.

 http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/o/c/ocomeayf.htm
 
The second verse is one I've never heard of, but is similar to the Nicene Creed. Apparently I've been singing it wrong for decades — I've always gone directly from the first verse to the third ("Sing, choirs of angels..."). Who knew?

I try to do stuff like harmonize with Silver Bells when it's played on the radio, but I'm a lousy singer. I consider Silver Bells a Christmas song, but not a Christmas CAROL. (Do you differentiate between carols and songs?)

Most modern holiday songs don't do anything for me. I hear Santa Baby, no matter the singer, and I want to spew fruitcake. My ex knew all the words to all the songs in that Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer video from the 1960s. Silver and Gold by Burl Ives was his favorite. Until then I'd maybe seen it once. 

My previous post explains how Bing's album with Mele Kalikimaka was just about the only Christmas album my uncle and aunt had. It reminds me of all the great times our family had each Christmas Eve. 

White Christmas makes me cry too, but I don't relate to that movie; I love Holiday Inn, the first movie in which White Christmas was featured. Except for the very un-PC part with the minstrel scene. Oh my. (No, I'm not going to post a link. You can find it on your own, if you're so inclined.)

Just thinking of all these make me flash back to Jimmy Osmond's If Santa Were My Daddy. Yikes! 

Speaking of Jimmy...

I do like listening to Jim Brickman's holiday music. About 14 years ago, when I worked for a newspaper, I was lucky enough to do a phone interview with Jim to promote his upcoming holiday concert in Chicago. I also did a phone interview with his special musical guest that year, Donny Osmond.