2022 Foundations

The foundation of my love of history began with my mother’s love of history.  Although I didn’t realize it at the time how much I would grow to love family history;  I did listen to her stories.  I have always liked history & regret that I didn’t major in history in college.  I grew up in Beaverhead county, Montana where we lived among history,  Living close to Bannack, Big Hole Battlefield, Virginia City as well Lewis & Clark’s route through Montana, we were immersed in history.

Our family visited Mom’s hometown of Waitsburg, Washington often on Memorial Day weekend.  While Mom & her mother decorated family graves, my sister & I tagged along as we waked through 2 cemeteries.  Of course Mom told us what she knew about each ancestor.  Another time I should have listened more! And written the information down!

Genealogy was also mother’s other passion.  I knew she was collecting information but had no idea the extent of the collection until I brought it home when her health declined.  It took 12 hours to sort the box of files and pictures into the manila folders that I created.  Her collection was pre-computer age, so I realized I had to learn genealogy software & computers.  I estimate I brought her collection to my house in 1995 about 26 years ago. 

Lois Heath 1787-1878

Lois is my third great aunt, a sister of my third great grandmother.

The handwriting is my mother's.

Mom's collection was started by her great aunt on her paternal side.  Her Aunt Gilla collected information from her father & mother, Albert Gallatin Lloyd and Lois Jasper Lloyd.  Albert crossed the plains to Oregon in 1845 while Lois crossed in 1854.  

Gilla Lloyd

Gilla Lloyd researching in Tennessee at her grandfather's grave on

 17 October 1927

My mom added to the Lloyd Family collection with newspaper articles, funeral cards and pictures.  She even collected quilts made by ancestors.   She was born in 1924 and her first scrapbook was created in the 1930’s.  During Mom’s life she created scrapbooks, one is of her first year of college.  She also created scrapbooks for my sister as well as for me.

I would be the 5th generation to have the collection and add to it.  Although much of the information has not been documented, I attempt to find the source for the facts.  So far, I’ve only found 1 mistake in Aunt Gilla’s collection.  

 My Grandfather (my Dad's father) lived to be 103.  He also had a love of family history and wrote stories of his life, labeled pictures as well as inheriting the Family Bible, which has information pre-1850.  And yes, I inherited more family history pictures and stories.

My dad with the Shaffner Family Bible

I began collecting information on my husband's family when we married nearly 50 years ago.  His paternal line did not have much information since they were Germans from Russia.  Beginning with collecting obituaries, death certificates and marriage certificates, I tried to connect Gabel families.  It was worth it when I was able to connect his family to census records and families in Frank, Russia.   

Will the collection ever be complete?  At this point in life I wonder who will be the 6th generation to continue the family history?

#7-2021. Unusual Source. cemetery card

 

#7-2021 Unusual Source.  The Cemetery card

The first unusual source in my search for ancestors was a cemetery card from the East Harrisburg Cemetery, in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania.

This was my “first” genealogy research trip!  I attended a genealogy conference in Harrisburg, the home of many of my ancestors.  I was a bit apprenshive about this trip as I had never been to Pennsylvania and tackling research in a “foreign” area.  I was very lucky to have friends in Reading, Jay & Gracie Wolfe, who met me at the plane and toured me around Harrisburg. I had a list of addresses where the Shaffner family had lived and Jay graciously drove me!

One of the sites I wanted to see was where my great great grandparents, Gabriel Shaffner & his wife Margaret were buried in the East Harrisburg Cemetery.  My cousin Donnee Shaffner Stibal has listed where he was buried but never a picture of his headstone.  Jay stopped at the cemetery office so I could get directions,  Luckily the office was open, whether I knew that at the time or not, I don’t remember.   The clerk was very helpful and copied every cemetery card with the name Shaffner!  And Shaffner is a very common surname in Pennsylvania.   She handed me a map of the cemetery & gave me to directions to Shaffner plots.

Gabriel and his wife Margaret's headstone.

It was leaning that day in 2005, probably fallen over by now.

A cemetery card was a new genealogy resource for me.  As I was going through them, one name caught my attention.  The name of my grandfather’s mother, Elizabeth Deborah Fletcher!  Why was that exciting to me?  Because I never knew where she was buried!  Grandpa Shaffner never had mentioned that and Donnee had never recorded that information.   I find it unusual that Grandpa Shaffner had never written about where his mother was buried.  Grandpa Shaffner, John F. Shaffner, had written so much about his family, but never a word about his mother’s burial.  

Elizabeth Deborah Fletcher Shaffner

(1858-1899)

There was the information on the cemetery card!  Elizabeth Deborah Fletcher Shaffner was buried in her father in law’s plot.  No headstone!

Elizabeth Deborah Fletcher died in 17 November 1899.  My grandfather was 12 years old when his mother died. There were 3 other siblings, one a new born baby.  And then his father, John Martin Shaffner, remarried in 1900.  And he is buried with his second wife.  But why not a headstone?  Perhaps money was an issue.

Not only did I learn where Elizabeth was buried, but also John Martin Shaffner. 

I wonder why my grandfather never wrote about the funerals or burials.  And then I realized that his mother was buried on 18 November 1899 and his son, Don,  my father was born on 18 November 1919.  

#6-2021. Valentine. Sweetheart Swirl 1946

#6-2021.  Valentine

Sweetheart Swirl 1946

More dancing-Sweetheart Swirl

Washington State College

Pullman, Washington

Since my mother made scrapbooks beginning in the 1930’s, I thought it would be fun to find old valentines for this week's challenge.   She kept every card ever given to her, I am quite sure.  But as I began looking through her scrapbook of her college years I found this gem; Sweetheart Swirl of 1946.

Apparently Mom & Dad were dating!  She saved the dance program and her corsage.  Along with their marriage license!  

The page of her scrapbook!

The dance program

My Mom's dance card!

The best artifact

They were illegally hitched!

 

#5-2021. In the Kitchen with Helen Shaffner

#5-2021. In the Kitchen  with Helen Shaffner

The challenge each week is to write a story for the assigned topic.  “In the Kitchen” was easy!  My mother, Helen Shaffner!

Don & Helen Shaffner

25th Wedding Anniversary Party-July 1971

At the ranch on Grasshopper Creek

I don't remember if Mom made the cake.  But I am sure she provided the food for the party!

Many people will remember Helen’s cooking. No one went without food if they visited our house.  She was even known to invite friends walking down the street to return for dinner, When asked by another friend what she intended to feed them; her reply was “Not a problem as there is a frozen pie in the freezer as well as a casserole dish”.  Typical Helen!

Helen was always prepared.  Pies, cakes or desserts in the freezer where common, maybe even a loaf of banana bread.  She had a freezer full of meat and could whip up dinner fast in the days before microwaves!  The oven was her friend!  The Cookie Jar was always full.

If there was a death in a family of friends,  she was probably the first to arrive with food. It was common knowledge in our house when the green pistachio salad (Watergate salad) appeared in the refrigerator or on the counter that someone had died. 

Helen was also the bookkeeper and sometimes receptionist at the Veterinary Hospital.  Dad’s work as a veterinarian was hard with various hours.  Somehow with her schedule, volunteer projects as well as teaching piano lessons, Mom had dinner ready every night.

Dad was also a rancher.   We lived in town; the first ranch purchased, Grasshopper Creek, was 10 miles away with a “cabin”.  The cabin had a barrel stove for heat, wood stove and a pitcher pump.  Mom never cooked there but served many a “meal” after branding or pregnancy testing cows.  That meant she hauled the food, precooked from the house in town.  She began her collection of coolers, plastic containers and boxes to haul the food in.  

Cows were always trailed to summer pasture, which meant Mom provided breakfast (often at 3 AM) and sack lunches for the crew as we walked out the door in the dark.  And of course dinner that night for the family which often included the crew.  Summer work often involved a week’s worth of work gathering cattle as well as the trail to summer pasture.  Each day Mom had breakfast and sack lunches prepared.

The sack lunches are remembered by many!  A few giggles (never in front of Mom) about the contents of the sack lunch.  We all learned to eat everything or we might find in the next day’s lunch. (Because we had to return the plastic sacks & paper sacks daily).  Her lunch was sandwiches (only butter on bread in case of spoilage), cookies, maybe potato chips, a candy bar (usually Salted Nut roll), often a small can of fruit, including a plastic spoon and a hard boiled egg which she had peeled.  The egg was in a baggie, complete with salt and pepper!  Sometimes extra salt packets were included, but it was in the era before water bottles were packed by everyone.  Sometimes we got a can of soda pop.  And sometimes the water was from a stock tank and sometimes lunch was eaten while in the saddle while trailing.  (Cows don’t stop for meals).  We considered ourselves lucky if we got to eat near a water tank filled with spring water.  Not all of the crew knew to go easy on the extra salt when eating their hard boiled egg!  As they looked around for more water, we laughed!

If we were trailing along a road, Helen arrived in her car with food.  The trunk opened and she spread out the fare; usually a hot casserole dish.  That was a treat as we then got to stop and let the cows drift while we ate.  Since breakfast was a 3 AM, the sack lunch might have been eaten by 9.  

The upper ranch was also a “cabin”, again no cooking facilities. Thus Mom hauled food 50 miles (give or take few) to feed the crew.  Or maybe a party was hosted there.  Her trunk opened and the containers came out.  She always had coolers of water or iced team and a thermos of coffee.

Once dad & I were moving cows across the creek on a very hot June day.  I was 4 months pregnant but still had to flank a calf or two to get the rope off as some were dragged across the creek to reunite them with their mothers.  It was a miserable day, hotter than expected and full of issues.  The hired man claimed he was having a heart attack (he wasn’t but a good way to get out of work) as Mom rolled up in her car.  Now to get her drive up this road took a lot of courage for her as she was not brave on the “ranch roads” and this may have been the only time she drove it by herself.    She was very pleased with herself that she had brought “hot coffee”!  She was immediately ordered to take the hired man back to the cabin  and return with ICED TEA and COLD WATER.  I think the only mistake she ever made while hauling food to the crew!

Her legacy may have been the meal she provided after the Parade on Labor Day.   It was a big 4 event over Labor Day weekend in Dillon, Montana, with the parade and rodeo ending the weekend.  During the weekend festivities Helen provided meals as payback for Dad’s clients (which were more friends than clients) who had provided him a noon meal when he worked cattle on their ranch.  Because Dillon is small and few restaurants, our friends & relatives had no place to eat between the parade and rodeo.  So Helen fed them!  It was common knowledge about Helen’s & often people brought their friends!  I think it was normal to feed 50 people after the parade!  Somehow Mom made the food stretch for the “extra’s” that showed up, but no one ever felt they were an “extra”!   They were a friend of a friend, so thus a friend! 

A true legacy of her kitchen and caring spirit was the others invited to her table.  A couple older  friends were widowers, Helen often included them at her dinner table.  My grandfather, Dad’s father, was also a recipient of Helen’s kitchen.  He always had dinner with our family but when could no longer venture out of his house, Mom took him food.  He lived to be 103, living in his own house!  

Whenever we host a gathering, set a nice table, feed a crew; a remark might be heard:  Helen would be proud of us!

Her kitchen legacy remains in many of her friends and families memories.

 

#3-2021. Namesake. Middle Names in the Shaffner Family

 #3-2021.  Namesake  Middle Names

Donald Kurtz, Walter Fanoit, George Blanchard and Dean Fletcher Shaffner

estimated in the 1930's

My grandfather and grandmother, John Shaffner and Della Rae Kurtz had 4 sons.   The middle names of their sons was a family surname, except for one.

The oldest George, born in 1914, was given the surname Blanchard.  No one knows where that name came from.  I am not even sure George knew and certainly his children didn’t.  Nor did anyone ask before he died.

The second son, Walter, born in 1917, was given the middle name of Fanoit (Fainot).  This was also John’s middle name but it was the surname of his great great grandfather, George Fredric Fanoit who immigrated from France in 1752.  (Information from Family Bible)

The third son, Donald, born in 1919, was given the middle, Kurtz.  Kurtz was the his mother, Della Rae’s maiden name.

The fourth son, Dean, born in 1924, was given the middle name of Fletcher.  Fletcher was the maiden name of his mother, Elizabeth Deborah Fletcher.  

But where did Blanchard come from?  Since I have began researching the family genealogy and history, I have always been on the lookout for the name Blanchard.  Was it a neighbor?  (None in neighborhood in census reports).  Was it a co-worker?  A family friend?

I did find the name Blanchard as the captain of the ship that brought Della Rae’s grandfather to the United States in 1842.  Peter Paul Deewall immigrated from Ludweiler, Germany leaving behind his mother, step-father and step-sisters.  The family story indicates he left in the middle of the night, posing as the driver of the wagon carrying his friends. (Which I have discovered were related to him).  I have yet to find paperwork indicating that he left Germany legally.  Do you suppose he left illegally and the ship captain covered for him?  Peter Paul died in 1890, Della Rae was born in 1886, her mother, Mary Etta Deewall was born in 1849 and died in 1940.  I can’t help but wonder if there is a family story involving the ship captain.  I will continue to research my theory.

#19 Service. Helen Lloyd Shaffner

#19 Service.  Helen Lloyd Shaffner

“Service is the price I pay for the spot I occupy”

 These words were spoken by my mother, Helen Lloyd Shaffner, when honored in 1984 as Women of the Year in Dillon, Montana.

Helen was born 14 August 1924 in Waitsburg, Washington where her great great grandparents had settled in 1859.  Her mother, Mary Caroline Summers and George Marvin Lloyd had married in 1918.  

Graduating from high school in 1942, Helen went off to college at Washington State College in Pullman, Washington.  Helen made her first scrapbook in 1933, continuing her scrapbooking with a scrapbook of her first year of college.   Scrapbooks and keeping family history began early in her life.

Helen joined the Pi Kappa Delta sorority and graduated with a degree in sociology in 1946. But along the way, she met a student in veterinary medicine from Dillon, Montana.  They say opposites attract and I believe this to be true.  Don was born to a ranching family, grew up herding sheep, loved animals, work and had served in WWII.  Helen was born to a farming family but had allergies to animals, hated horses (bucked or fell off one), played the piano and sewed.  When they married in 1946 and she visited Dillon, Montana during the Labor Day weekend, she was shocked to see people drinking liquor as well as probably other various things that might have occurred during the “famous weekend”.  

They moved to Dillon in 1949 after Don graduated from Veterinary School as he was anxious to get back to his beloved Beaverhead County.  Life as a veterinarian was varied from day to day and the county was large with lots of cattle; so Don was often gone for hours and maybe not around much during calving season.  Helen found her niche in Dillon.  

 As her daughters grew and became involved Helen was right there to volunteer, from serving as troop leader in Girl Scouts, serving as President of the local PTA and also finding time to serve on the Presbyterian church session.  Helen served as Presbyterian church organist (and backup organist) for over 40 years. She last played for church on Mother's Day, 14 May 1995.  She always found time to play for a wedding or a funeral.  The first wedding that she played for was in 1945 in Waitsburg!  She thought her daughters needed to play the piano so she began teaching them, which progressed to her teaching piano to many others.  As a member of the community she served as a member of the Barrett Hospital Auxiliary.  She also served as a member and officer of in the local chapter of P.E.O.; as well at the Cattlewomen’s group (former Cowbelles).  When Dillon formed a Community Orchestra, Helen joined and played the timpani, an instrument she had played in college.  

She was Don’s partner in life, always supporting him.  As a partner in the Veterinary Hospital, Helen was also the bookkeeper.  Supporting her husband meant that she also was a member of the Montana Veterinary Medical Association Auxiliary, and served as President.  Don was involved in the Inter-Mountain Veterinary Association so naturally Helen joined their auxiliary and served as President.  The next step was then serving as the national secretary for the American Veterinary Medical Association Auxiliary in 1964.  

Don & Helen

1986

Supporting her daughters meant that Helen rode the ski bus every Saturday while they took lessons at Rainy Mountain (Maverick Mountain).  Somehow she had learned that kids were unruly on the bus & kids were being teased, which made it hard for the bus driver to concentrate on driving snowy roads.  Helen stepped up to serve! 

Don came home one day and decided that there was a girl at a ranch, over 60 miles from Dillon that needed a place to live during the week while attending high school.  Why of course; Helen stepped up to help and provided a room.   Since Helen was often alone with 2 small girls, it was perfect.  The girls got an older “sister”, Helen got some help but more important Helen provided a home for others.  Over the years 3 girls attended school, and lived with the Shaffner’s.  Helen never thought twice about helping out.

The "Bonus" daughters, 1996 at Don & Helen's 50th Wedding Anniversary Celebration

Lynn, Elaine and Heidi 

And then her husband realized his dream of owning a ranch.   Now Helen added the job of bookkeeper for the ranch and providing saddlebag lunches for riders, meals for branding crews and hauling lunches to the crew trailing cattle.  

Helen's knack for hauling food is legendary! 

 Sometimes it was 60 miles to find the crew!

She always had plenty of food, no one ever went hungry!

It must have a large gathering, look at the steaks!

Helen was also manning the BBQ grill at the ranch.

When you own a ranch, horses are involved.  Helen did not like horses.

This is the only picture of her on a horse!

As a woman who had lived through World War II, Helen was thrifty.  Her sewing talents included sewing clothes for her daughters, remaking clothes from others, as well as quilts. 

Living through hard times, Helen was very compassionate.  She served her community in so many ways.  One of which was food.  Food was one of Helen’s best talents.  She made sure that there was food on the table for every meal, homemade.  She was always cooking or baking; cookies, pies for the freezer.  We had a salad my sister and I dubbed the “dead salad” because whenever it appeared on the counter or refrigerator, we asked who died.  Helen was always taking food to a family who had had a death.  Don’s father ate dinner with them for 20+ years.  Living to 103 years old, when he could no longer drive, Helen took food to him.  Helen always included others at her dinner table, often sharing with a couple of widowed men who helped Don.  Holiday dinner tables were often shared with friends in the community that had no family to gather with.

Helen Lloyd Shaffner more than paid for the spot she occupied.

“Service is the price I pay for the spot I occupy”

Happy Mother's Day in heaven, Mom!

#3 - 2020 Long Line

#3-2020. Long Line.  52 Ancestors in a Year

In the western heritage culture, the term long line might refer to the length of a rein on a team of horses.

Combine on Bob Hayden-Colfax, Washington

30 head team hooked

My mother, Helen Lloyd, was raised in Waitsburg, Washington.  Farming in that area and Palouse Hills of eastern Washington was done with teams of horses or mules.  The hills were steep, the soil was great and wheat was the crop.  

Combining on McKinney Land

32 head team hooked

Plowing on McKinney Land

These pictures are from Helen’s collection, but not from her family farm. 

Can you imagine the daily chore of caring for this many horses in the team?  Daily chores of feeding and watering the team, in the morning, at noon and at night.  At noon, the dream was team was unhooked and watered and then re-hooked to the equipment.  If you count the horses or mules in the team, there are  25-33 head.  (And they are hard to count in the picture!). And don't forget that the men that worked the teams and helped with harvest also had to be fed!  That is another story!

A team took a long line  of leather rein from the teamster driving the team to the lead team.

At Fort Walla Walla Museum, in Walla Walla, Washington, there is an excellent life size display of a team hooked to a combine.  It was one of my Dad’s favorite displays.  He loved teams and grew up in the era of using teams to feed cattle as well as put up hay.  On a trip there Dad was like a kid in a candy store explaining to me all the details of the workings of such a large team, from the lead team to the wheel team and all points in between.  Oh how I wished I had an iPhone to have recorded his explanations!  

Don Shaffner viewing and explaining the team!  

A replica of the driver, thick long lines in his hands.  

The driver of the team even had a can of pebbles next to his seat.  That was for an occasional rock thrown at a horse to “giddy up”!  Sometimes the long line wasn’t an effective method to encourage a horse to “step up”.  

An explanation and example of how a team was hitched with "long lines".

#2-2020. Favorite Photo. 52 Ancestors in a Year

#2-2020. Favorite Photo.  52 Ancestors in a Year

As the recipient & keeper of many, if not hundreds of family photos, it was very hard to choose just one favorite photo.  So I chose 2 related photos.

Yes, I really do have lots of family photos and luckily most are identified.  Thanks to my grandfather, John F. Shaffner and my cousin, Donnee Shaffner Stibal, most are identified in the Shaffner family line. 

My mother, Helen Lloyd's family also had many family pictures and most are labeled.  In both sets of inherited collections there those unlabeled ones that I am always looking for clues on.

This is picture is favorite because it is the only picture I have of my great great grandmother, Margaret Maria Fetter Shaffner.  The plus to the picture is her holding Walter Ruskin Shaffner, the youngest brother of my grandfather.   

Margaret was born in Lancaster, Pennsylvania in 1820 and died 10 November 1903 in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania at 83 years of age.  

Walter Ruskin Shaffner was born 7 September 1899 and his mother died 17 November, 1899.

I believe the picture would have been taken about 1900-1902.  

Margaret Maria Fetter Shaffner, daughter of Jacob George Fetter III & Margaret Maria Ernest (or Ermet) married Gabriel Shaffner in 1845 in Pennsylvania.  Their son, John Martin Shaffner, born 15 July 1855 married Elizabeth Deborah Fletcher in 16 September 1880 in Whitesville, New York.

I suspect that Margaret helped out raising Walter Ruskin until his father remarried.  

John M. Shaffner married Emma Reamer, but she did not like his children.  The younger children all went to live with older siblings. 

Walter Ruskin Shaffner went to live with his sister, Cecelia and her husband, Richard Daggett in Tioga County, Pennsylvania.  He died December 1916 at the age of 16.  Probably from appendicitis, but the death certificate said acute indigestion.   

His older brother, John F. Shaffner, intended to bring him to Montana. He always regretted that and named his 2nd son, Walter.

This is the Shaffner Family Bible that my grandfather, John F. Shaffner,  took from his Pennsylvania home after his mother died.  Emma was not happy about that according to Grandpa.  But what a treasure it is.  

Included in the Bible was Margaret's family history which I believe are in her handwriting due to the old style of cursive script.

Don Shaffner, my father, holding the Shaffner Family Bible

#23 Namesake Don 52 Ancestors in a Year

#23 Namesake   Don

The blog for this week was easy to think of, yet hard to write.   I have spent the week looking for the right pictures.  

My father’s name was Don.  When his brother, George and his wife, Estella, had their first child, she was named after her uncle Don.  Donnee Shaffner.  She was born in 1943, while Don was serving in World War II.  Donnee’s middle name was Rea, after her grandmother, Della Rae Shaffner.  

Don & Donnee

George was the oldest son of John and Della Shaffner and Don was the 3rd son.  Don and George were very close.  In fact, at any gathering, Don and George would be in the corner talking.  Like they hadn’t seen each other for days and it might have been the day before when they were in another spot talking.  They didn’t exclude anyone from their conversation, if you could talk about cows.  If you couldn’t talk cows—don’t even consider entering the conversation!  

They loved cows and ranching and lived it every day.  While Don became a veterinarian, his family was there at graduation in 1949.  Donnee was there too.  She would have been 6 years old. 

Donnee Shaffner Stibal

Donnee was the oldest grandchild.  She was the favorite and had the limelight until I came along 7 years later.  She always laughed and said I stole her thunder!   I am so glad she was the favorite of Grandpa’s as he worked with her on the family history.  Thanks to them, our family has a rich treasure of photos and stories.

When Donnee’s daughter’s had children, the name Don was figured into their names.  Anna Donn and Kenadie Donn.   The legacy of 2 people important in so many lives are carried on as namesakes.  

Family History was important to Don and Donnee.  Yet, I could find no pictures of them together as adults.   So the challenge to the family--please look through your pictures and see if you can find one for me!  I would add it to the blog if you can!

And if you didn’t get the name Don in your name, we grew up respecting and loving the Don’s!