#46 Poor Man-Poor Man Immigrant

#46 Poor Man. 52 Ancestors in a Week

Poor Man immigrant

As the immigrants came into the United States, they had to declare how much money they had on them.  Can you imagine coming into the United States in 1907, with a wife and 2 children, and have only $10?  

Leroy’s great grandfather, Philip, and his family came into the United States in 1907.  They boarded the ship Aconia, in Libau, Lativa.  Arriving in New York on 10 June 1907, he had $10, and hope.  The family had left Russia for a new life in America.  

The history of the Germans in Russia is tragic and sad; and many began leaving for a better life.  Philip chose America where other relatives had gone.  I wonder how they communicated so he knew where his brother lived.

But when Philip came into the United States, he stated he and his family were going to his brother Henrich Gabel at 925 S. Y Street in Lincoln, Nebraska and a mailing address of P O Box 975.  

Since Phillip only had $10, he had to call his brother and have money sent to New York.  Philip and his family were detained until 17 June 1907.  They were discharged at 10 AM and had to pay for 28 breakfasts, lunches and dinners.  Apparently Heinrich sent enough money for a train ticket to Lincoln..

Imagine that you spoke only German, had no money, and were detained at Ellis Island until money was sent.  Meanwhile you waited and waited  for money to arrive and the payment was made for your train ticket to family.   What were the thoughts of Philip and his family as they were detained?  Did Henrich and his wife, Katherina, think they were poor?  But he had $10, how did he even save enough money in Russia for the trip to America?  Did his brother send money to Russia to pay for the passage?  So many questions.  

The children were Henry, who was 5 years old and Molly, who was 3 years old.  The passenger list has another child listed, Anna who was 11 months old.  A line was drawn through her name and research indicates that she never boarded.  We do not know what happened to Anna.

Phillip and Katharina Margaretha Gabel [Gobel]

Henry and Molly

#45 Rich Man. Don Shaffner--his 100th Birthday

#45 Rich Man.   52 Ancestors in a Year.  100th Year for Don Shaffner

In the west and ranching lifetyle, a rich man describes himself wealthy if he: 

Has a good wife, a good dog and a good horse

Don Shaffner considered himself a rich man since he had all 3.  

Since today is Dad’s 100th Birthday, I dedicate this blog to him.  

Dad & Mom celebrating an anniversary at the ranch at Grasshopper Creek

Dad married an incredible woman, Helen Lloyd.  She stood beside him in his ranching and veterinary practice, yet she wasn't fond of animals and allergic to them!  But she could cook and host a party, sew for her daughters, as well as being a bookkeeper at the veterinary hospital.

Dad doing what he liked best.

Feeding his calves

Dad loved a pack horse.

He grew up packing to his sheep camp.

He had more than one good horse in his lifetime

He loved big Morgan horses that could travel the country; mostly at a trot!

Dad and his dogs!

Unfortunately I couldn't find a picture of his favorite dog.  It would be hard to tell which was his favorite dog, because he always named them Smoky!  Always a blue heeler and always a spayed female.  I will keep looking for Smoky pictures.

But in the meantime, his last dog was Blackjack.

After his head injury, Dad was spending time at our house.  I thought maybe a dog is what he needed to help heal as a dog would need care.  Dad was very good at caring for his dogs and they were always well manner, house broken and knew their owner.  We visited a neighbor who raised dogs and I knew they had good border collies.  They also had a miniature schnauzers.  And to my amazement, Dad chose a miniature schnauzer.  He said he knew that he would no longer be riding and didn't need a dog that required work.  He picked out Blackjack and I convinced him that we should go home and think on it.  The next day when I returned home from work, Dad asked if we could go get his dog and he had already named it Blackjack.   He smiled as we left, carrying the puppy in his arms.  As everyone knows, Schnauzer's bark-maybe even when a leaf falls off the tree!  But what we didn't know, is that Schnauzer's don't know where home is and like to wander.  As dad's condition worsened, he paid less attention to Blackjack.  Gail and her family spent hours looking for Blackjack and I think the town of Dillon knew Blackjack!  

I am not sure if this was his best dog!  

After all, it wasn't named Smoky!

But it was a dog that gave him lots of happy moments.

Happy Birthday Dad!

#44. Trick or Treat Find Peter Paul Deewall

#44 Trick or Treat  52 Ancestors in a Year

The trick was to find the passenger record of Peter Paul Deewall.  Records for Peter Paul had been searched many times.  But there was a trick involved to find it.  It took research to find the trick!

Spending a week at the Family History Library in Salt Lake City was the beginning of the treat.  I was certain I could find the information I needed at the world’s best location for genealogy records.  I knew the details of his life, and had read numerous accounts of his story.  But searches revealed nothing.  

The family story written by his daughter tells the story of Peter Paul leaving Germany in the middle of the night with family friends since his stepfather disliked him.  I knew the name of the friends so searched for his friend, Ludwig Odom.  And I found a Ludwig Odon baptism record in Germany.  I knew it was Peter Paul’s friend!  I was assured that there is no way I had proof and no way could I assume that was his friend.  But I KNEW…unfortunately I couldn’t find Peter Paul.

One morning at home, I sat at the computer and re-read the story and began on-line searching using wild cards in the search as well as different names that might sound like Deewall.  When I searched for Lewis Otton, I found the traveling group!  While I had searched for years for Mary Odom, Ancestry had indexed her with the last name of Widow; since that what was written on the passenger record.  And yes, Peter Paul Duval was traveling with them!  The age was correct for our Peter Paul Deewall.  Deewall and Duval are close, especially if one would be speaking German.  

 New York, Passenger and Crew Lists (including Castle Garden and Ellis Island) 1820-1957. Database with images, Ancestry. (http://Ancestry.com : viewed 4 November 2019), image 1042, Entry for Peter Duval, age 22, arrived 23 May 1842 on Rowland from Le Havre, List Number 354, Line 19.  Citing NARA, New York, New York, M237 (1820-1897) Roll 48.  

Further research would lead me to more information about Peter Paul Duval (Deewall) in Germany.  I was able to locate his birth and baptism and confirmation records.  A family list in the community listing everyone's pedigree provides information that Peter Paul's mother did remarry after the death of her husband. The family list also includes the date of May 1842 when the Odon family left for America.  But Peter Paul is not included in the information as leaving for America.   Perhaps the family story is true!

Evangelical Church in Ludweiler, Germany

The Treat was finding Peter Paul Deewall, and information.  But the real TREAT was going to his church in Ludweiler, Germany in 2015!  

#43 Transportion. Prairie Schooner was a hard way to travel

#43 Transportation. 52 Ancestors In a Year

Prairie Schooner was a hard way to travel.

My mother’s family traveled west on the Oregon Trail.  My great great great grandfather, John Lloyd, headed west in 1845 with 2 wagons and 10 family members.  My mother was able to obtain the letters he wrote back to his brother in Tennessee so we have a glimpse of the trip. 

I marvel at John Lloyd who left a farm in Missouri wonder what made him want to endure the months of hardship traveling to Oregon?  I often wonder what his wife said when he told her of his plans.  In order to make the trip, there was wagons and oxen to obtain, food to stock the wagons and decisions to be made of what to take west in limited wagon space.  In the research it seems that many from the same area were going.  There were meetings of planning, organization and developing rules to follow.  Deadlines for the wagons to meet before leaving, inspections of supplies, firearms and riders to organize to move the cattle.  Before they  left, John wrote to his brother telling him to be sure and write them in Oregon and have the letters in St. Joe by March of each year.  They left Missouri knowing that they might never see family again.  They left a daughter and her family assuming that they would come west the next year.  But she never did.

Dad examines a diorama at The Archway in Kearney, Nebraska

I had passed under this museum, The Archway, numerous times but never took the time to stop.  One day on a trip home from Kansas in 2002, Dad & I stoped.  It was so worth the time and money.  Dad was always curious how they hooked up the oxen; he was able to learn!

If you ever under The Arch, on I-80; take a few minutes & enjoy the tour.

My great great grandmother, Lois Jasper, was 13 when she left Missouri for Oregon.  Her father had died in 1845 and her older brothers and a sister had gone west.  One brother returned for his widowed mother, 5 siblings and an old maid aunt and took them to Oregon.  It was always said that Lois walked most of the way.  How did they finance the trip?  It wasn’t cheap to buy wagons, oxen and supplies.

Lois's mother, Polly Heath Jasper, carried this tin in her pocket.

I have traveled much of the trail and am constantly amazed at trip undertaken in the prairie schooner.  

How did they pull those wagons through the rocks around Scottsbluff?  

As you traverse the trail, especially through Wyoming, I wonder, how did they do it???  There are place on the trail that I am sure you can see where you will be camping at night, from the morning when you broke camp!   And in the horizon were huge mountains.  Did they wonder & worry how they would cross?

Of course the pioneers walked.  The wagons were rough riding as well as it was necessary to lighten the load.  I wonder how many walked barefoot?  There were not many shoe stores along the trail!  

Food and water on the trail were also an issue.  There are miles and miles where water wasn’t readily available.  And bad water was the cause of many deaths.  It was most important to water & feed the livestock first.  

And after you have been on the trail for months, when someone tells you they know a shorter and better way, what do you do?  Taking that advice led to a lot of problems for John Lloyd as he traveled the Meek Cutoff Trail in Oregon.  

The hard daily work of the people in the wagon train simply amazes me.  The wagons rolled out by 8 AM (information from a journal), so that meant breakfast must be prepared and served and dishes cleaned up.  Perhaps they had food from the night before, but otherwise a fire would have had to be built.  The process was repeated in the evening.  In the evening horses, mules and oxen also had to be fed.  How did they pack enough water?  How did they do laundry?  Or did they?  Women gave birth along the trail, maybe the wagon train held up for a day; maybe not.  If someone was sick; they often were left behind. 

Women wore Sunbonnets to protect their face.

The sun, the dirt.  Imagine trailing about 100 head of cattle along with the wagon train, plus horses and oxen.  I can see the dust!  

There was constant worry about Indians too.  One of my great great grandmother’s sister’s wrote of the Indian bothering them; but luckily nothing happened to either wagon train.  

Can you imagine rationing out your supplies of food so that you can survive to the end?  One letter John wrote to his brother said that they didn’t run out of flour or bacon but many in the train had.  Were there stores along the way to supply the wagons.  There were occasional forts and supply houses; but not many.  

Can you imagine the hard work that everyone did?  I can't.

The dairies tell of the hardship the women faced daily.  

There are numerous stories of how they roped wagons down steep hills, broke down the wagons to float across a river, the brut strength of women pushing the wagons up the hill, the brut strength of the men handling the oxen, repairing the wagons and helping each other.  I know all those stories, but I still wonder--how did they do it???  Day after day for 6 months...could you do it??

When we think we have it tough, I think of my ancestors on the Oregon Trail and realize life is pretty good.  Even waiting at the airport for a few hours isn't that hard!  

#42 Adventure in a Cemetery 52 Ancestors

#42 Adventure  A genealogy research trip to Pennsylvania

Since I have numerous ancestors in Pennsylvania, I decided to attend a genealogy conference in Lancaster.  And why not spend a few days researching!  Although it was over Mother’s Day, I missed my family; but it was a Mother’s Day to remember!  Lancaster county is where the Shaffner ancestors lived and died.  Attending the conference was a help to learn more, but the adventures began when I embarked on searching out burial locations.

I had rented a car and I had Google maps!  This was nearly 10 years ago so technology & GPS were not as good as now.  And I was driving, alone.  That didn’t bother me but it did hamper my ability to look at the gorgeous farming county!

I knew that my great great grandfather’s sister was buried in a church graveyard in Manheim.  I was terribly worried that I wouldn’t be able to find the church or the graveyard.  It was so easy it was unbelievable!  The church was easy to find in the small town and the graveyard was next to it.  I walked to the first row of tombstones, and there was her headstone!  And her husband, and her daughter and her son!  I was excited to know my research work was correct!

Zion Lutheran Church

Manheim, Pennsylvania

Catherine Shaffner White, Sister of Gabriel Shaffner who is my great great grandfather.

I knew that other Shaffner’s were buried in Manheim but at the Manheim Fairview Cemetery.  I had contacted the Manheim Cemetery before going and they provided a map of where the Shaffner tombstones were located.  And this where the adventure began!  

I found the headstone! 

Or a vault!

The Steeple had the names of the family members, supposedly in the vault.  

It would be easy to climb on the roof see the names on the steeple!

Henry Shaffner is my great great grandfather’s brother.  

The names on all 4 sides of the steeple are his family.

The door of the vault with a gate in front of it

Door frame with inscription 

Gate with Henry Shaffner's name

The door was locked!  Since I did not bring lock picking tools or a bolt cutter, I was unable to look inside!  Who has the key?  Later I contacted the Cemetery Association and they were considering cutting the lock.  The information from the cemetery indicates that the vault was moved there.  Death dates indicate that some died before the vault was moved.  There are several stories with the vault!  

Who has the key???

Using a telephoto lens I was able to take photos of all 4 sides of the steeple.   It was hard to get a good photo of the side of the steeple over the roof.  Yes, for a moment I considered climbing on the roof to get a better view and a better photo.  But since it was Mother’s Day, I decided the potential of a headline in the local newspaper of a Montana girl falling into the tomb vault wasn’t something I wanted!  The fear of falling into the vault kept me safe that day!

So the mystery of the vault lives on.

What an adventure and discovery!

#41 Context. Friend of the Indians. 52 Ancestors

#41 Context.  Friend of the Indians.  52 Ancestors

My third great grandfather ( Albert Gallatin Lloyd) came west on the Oregon Trail in 1845, settling in Benton County, Oregon with his parents and siblings.  Traveling through Indian country and then living with the threat of Indian activity was a fact of life.  

Albert or A. G. as he was known, joined the Oregon Volunteers at the age of 19 to fight in the Indian Wars of Oregon and Washington Territory.  He served in the Oregon-Washington Indian War as a corporal in Munson’s Co. "I" 1, Oregon Mtd Volunteers

It was the time of Indian conflicts in Washington and Oregon Territory.  There were many reasons for the conflict, but as settlers in a new territory; the call to protect the citizens  activated many.  A. G.’s brother, Abner,  and his father, John also joined the Oregon Volunteers.  The Oregon Volunteers saw action in the Walla Walla area of the Washington Territory.  In a newspaper clipping (Spokeman-Review 24 May 1908) of his 50th wedding anniversary celebration. the details of his service in the Indian War were given.  He was involved in a 4 days battle on the Walla Walla River, December 7-10 of 1855.  

Index to Indian Wars Application Pension Files, 1817-1926, digital images, Fold3

(https://www.fold3.com/image/624161137?terms=Albert%20g%20Lloyd : viewed 9 October 2019) Citing the pension application for Albert G. Lloyd, National Archives and Records Administration (NARA), Microfilm publication T318,  Record Group 5, roll 7; 

Albert G. Lloyd Indian War Veterans Certificate, Lloyd Family collection; privately  held by Sydney Gabel [address for private use] Huntley, Montana 2019

Returning from the Indian Wars to the Williamette Valley and Benton County, Oregon, he married Lois Jasper on 20 May 1858.  Lois was 16 and A. G. was 21.  Their first son, John Calvin, was born in May of 1859.  That summer Lois and A. G. moved to the Walla Walla Valley, near Waitsburg, and took up a homestead.  In the area that he had seen during the Indian Wars.  He brought with him about 180 head of cattle, trailing them from the WilliametteValley and over the Cascade mountains.  

His story is not unusual for the times.  But what is unusual is how he lived among the Indians after settling on his homestead.  A. G. had made a pact with Big Thunder, a leader of the Palouse Indians, that they could continue to use their traditional campsite on the Touchet River near Waitsburg.  Friendship was totally out of context for an Indian War veteran.

In a native American culture, gifting is a way of respect.  The Indians and the Lloyd’s often exchanged gifts; the Lloyd’s offered food (mostly meat and produce) and the Indians gave the Lloyd’s cultural items such as purses, headdresses, moccasins, baskets and clothing.

Wesley Lloyd, his son, collected the items and maintained the collection.  The collection was gifted to the Fort Walla Walla Museum.  There is a permanent display of items from the collection.  The majority of the items were on a 2 year display.  I went to the grand opening of the exhibit in 2007 and it was quite wonderful to see the items.  But the biggest suprirse I received was when the Indians from the area, came and thanked me for the generosity of the Lloyd family.  Stories about the generosity of the Lloyd family has been passed down in the Indian culture for over 100 years.

Purses created by Indians and given to the Lloyd family, Lloyd Family collection; privately  held by Sydney Gabel [address for private use] Huntley, Montana 2019

I am honored to be a part of that legacy.

Lois & Albert Gallatin Lloyd

 

If you are ever near Walla Walla, Washington be sure and stop and tour the Lloyd exhibit.

The Lloyd Exhibit is at Fort Walla Walla Museum:  https://www.fwwm.org/lloyd-family

Fort Walla Walla Museum

755 Myra Road

Walla Walla, Washington 99362

#40 Harvest. Sugar Beet. Family Tradition

#40 Harvest. 52 Ancestors

Agriculture roots are extensive in my family; maternal, paternal, husband, and in-laws.  My life as well as my ancestor’s life has revolved around harvest.  Harvest is where a family in agriculture is paid for the year’s worth of work as well as the money invested in a crop.  And if the crop is poor, the money generated doesn’t pay the bills.

And what crops have the ancestors grown?  I include livestock as a crop as the product of the factory are gathered and sold once a year.   The factory might be cows or ewes or sows or does (goats).   Families depend on that harvest for income.  My ancestors (and my husband’s) have harvested cattle, sheep, wheat, corn, hay, pinto beans, sugarbeets, malting barley, canola, peas.  

My current involvement this year in harvest is sugarbeets.  Sugarbeets have been a crop for 4 generations of Gabel’s in Montana.  It is a unique crop, high labor and high management crop.  But a crop that a Germans from Russia excelled in growing.  

We had the opportunity to attend a fall festival at the Legacy of the Plains museum in Scottsbluff, Nebraska in September.  We were able to watch the digging (lifting) of the beets with mules, and the hand work involved in harvesting the crop.  You had to want to grow sugar beets in that era but it was a cash crop and the Germans from Russia were used to hard work.  We were able to see restored one row diggers in the field and Leroy was given the opportunity to dig with the international tractor and the one row International beet digger.  It was a digger like his parents had when he grew up.  In fact, the last year it was used was in 1972, 47 years ago!  He was excited, but thankful that he could return to his 6 row digger!

Leroy's grandfather, Henry Gabel on a beet digger (lifter)

The digger lifted the sugar beets up out of the ground, one row at a time.

The men then pulled the beets from the row as they were "lifted" and put them in row 

with the tops all pointing the same direction.

picture from  the 1930's.

After the beets were laid in the windrow, they came back and topped the beets and laid them in a pile on a fresh dirt path that had been cleared by a team pulling a sled 

After the beets were topped, the men used a "beet fork" and pitched them on the truck.

Henry Gabel with a loaded beet truck.

Notice the piles of beets

 They were forked onto a truck

Leroy's Dad, Roy, on an International tractor with the one-row beet digger

1972

The last year the one row digger was used.

Leroy in Scottsbluff on an Farmall International Tractor with the International one row digger

September 2019

Today, digging with a 6 row digger