Part 4: Genealogy is what I Do: Grandpa's music
Wow, I have been slow about getting back to this!
When I remember my grandfather, Charles Rex price, I think of a quiet man with a head full of beautiful white hair. His birthday was one day after mine and we often went to visit for his birthday. He loved wood and created things in his workshop that different family members still own. Grandpa and Grandma liked to have big family meals in their backyard and they never seemed troubled by the antics of their many grandchildren.
But... there is one thing I know about him, that I don't personally remember. grandpa was extremely musical. He sang and played many instruments. I have pictures of grandpa with his three brothers singing quartets and of Grandpa as the conductor of the orchestra at the big Congregational Church in Pontiac, Michigan. My brother, who is 9 years older than I am, tells me that he remembers listening to Grandpa sing and thought that he had never heard a more beautiful voice. I also have church bulletins that name Grandpa as the soloist or part of a duet (sometimes with my dad). Another thing I have is a box full of music that belonged to him and I have seen some of his instruments.
So... I have evidence of his talent. I wish I could hear him sing and play (maybe in Heaven).
One thing I have tried to track down is the radio programs that he was involved in. According to Dad and my great uncle Edgar, grandpa had a radio program (probably over the border in Canada) and he also played on another program as a guest musician. His program may have been called Rex and Ray or it may have been Charlie and Edith. Dad has mentioned both names. Dad thought that the program he was a guest on had Bible in the title and that it was a local Detroit station. I called a couple stations years ago and was told that they had no archives from the 20s, 30s, or 40s. Maybe I should look at local museums. Any suggestions?
I have many hobbies that I may share, but mostly I want to emphasize the adventure of tracing my family history. For the most part I will be following my own research as I expand my family tree. Genealogy is a joy to work on, but sometimes there are roadblocks to finding the information I am after. I will share some of my brick walls and how I got around them (if I have) and hope you will share your experiences as well.
Monday, September 21, 2015
Monday, August 17, 2015
Part 3: Genealogy is what I do; How did George Knight die?
The night of October 21, 1899, George Knight, a laborer
working in one of Holmes and Nicholson’s camps, was found lying by the track of
the A & N Railroad line near Laroque, Michigan ( also called Hawk). At
first the passing train men who saw him thought he was just resting by the
track, because that was common, but when they passed again hours later they
realized something was wrong, and Conductor McGarry stopped the train. They
found him with his head bashed in, and he was recognized as George Knight who
lived in Millersburg. He was still breathing when found. They took him on
the train to transport him into Laroque,
but he died before arriving there. He was examined by a Doctor Sullivan and an
inquest was held to determine the cause of death.
This information was gleaned from three different newspapers
that carried the story.
My grandmother, who was twelve years old at the time, added that he was a logging boss in the camp
and he was carrying the payroll that night.
My grandmother, Edythe Georgiana Knight, was the third of
five children born to George and his wife Delia. The youngest was born after
his death. My dad’s first cousins all tell similar stories about that night.
Their story is that he was murdered for the payroll he was carrying. My
grandmother insisted that it was done by the Chinese Cook, who disappeared the
same night. However, when the inquest was held, they brought in a different
verdict.
According to the newspaper account, the inquest gave a verdict
of accidental death due to carelessness. Because of the nature of the head
wound it was determined that George had most likely been walking on the tracks
and stepped off to let a train pass, but he stepped back to soon, Since the train
was completely passed, he was sucked into the side of the train by the intense
motion and knocked aside.
I was told the murder version of the story by my dad, as he
had been told it by his mother. One of Dad’s cousins sent me copies of two of
the newspaper articles. When I decided to investigate it, the third article was
found, as well as the inquest’s version of the story.
Although this took place in 1899, no death certificate has
been found. I also have not been able to locate any record of George Knight’s
marriage to Delia Ruger. The births of his children are all found down in the
Arenac and Ogemaw area of the state along with a large number of land
transactions.
George was found with his parents in Fairgrove, Michigan in
the 1780 census and by 1900 he was already dead. In the 1900 census his wife
and children are living in AuGres.
It still seems curious to me that, in spite of the inquest,
the family passed on a story of murder. Could there be more evidence out there
somewhere?
Part 2: What I Do is genealogy; finding Adam Price
I wanted to find out where my Ancestor, Adam Price, and his
brother, Jacob, lived before they settled in Utica, Michigan, so I did the
usual basic land search and probate search.
The land search was confusing at
first because I did not know about government land records yet. Eventually I
discovered that Adam got his land through a government grant and sent away for
the complete file which really did not give me any new information.The probate search was immediately successful at the Michigan Archives in Lansing. I gleaned a lot of names (spouse and children) from the probate record, but nothing about where Adam came from. This is where frustration set in, so I went back to reading more about genealogical research and read about searching lateral ancestors for related information. It seems so obvious when you think about it, but I had not thought of it!
By this time I knew some names of children and I had his
brother’s name, so I went back to that old local history and hit the jackpot.
Adam’s daughter, Sarah, married David Connor, and there was
a biography for David Connor in the book. In it the writer told about Sarah’s
father coming to Michigan by steamboat and Ox cart and staying with his
brother, Jacob, until his own house was built. It did not name where he came
from, but gave me some clues since he came up the Detroit River. I was getting
close…
Next I looked at a biography in the book that I had
overlooked before, because I did not recognize a descendant of Jacob. This is
where the information I was looking for was found. It told how Jacob had been
born in Frederick, Maryland and the family had moved to Rush, New York and finally
a few of the brothers had moved to Michigan after the Erie Canal was finished
in the 1820s. Wow! There it was!
Right away I called my Aunt who lives in New York and asked
her if she knew where Rush was. Her answer was, “Yes, it is just down the road
from where I live”. When I told her about what I had discovered she got
excited, so my Aunt and her daughter (my first cousin) went looking. They found
land records and they found a history written for a family reunion in the early
1900s.
When I read this family history, I remembered a couple
stories Dad told me. Sometimes family tradition gives a funny twist to what is
really the truth. I got a good example of that from Dad’s story:
Dad told me that one of his ancestors had owned some swamp
land at the time of a war (he didn’t know which one). Because of the war, this
ancestor wanted a horse so he could go and join the fight. He believed that if
he owned a horse, he would automatically become an officer. So he traded the
land for a horse and went off to fight. Later the land became very valuable
because a major city now stand there.
The story in the family history said that our ancestor owned
horses and a man wanted to trade a piece of land for one of his horse, so he
could join the war effort. My ancestor refused, because the land was swamp, but
the land later became the site where Rochester, NY stands.
Two different stories that sound so similar, but are either
of them true?
One thing Dad was right about, was the name of Adam and
Jacob’s father. Dad guessed that his name was Philip, because he had a memory
of his Great Grandfather being called Philip II. Since his father was Adam, he
figured there must be another Philip back before Adam and he was right.
Speaking of family tradition I came to realize that the
family history written for a reunion in the early 1900s was not documented. It
was tradition too, so my next goal was to prove or disprove what I found in it.
Before I go there I have another story about family
tradition in my next blog:
Saturday, August 15, 2015
What I do is genealogy! Here is how it all began.
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In Grandma and Grandpa Price's backyard with Mom, Grandma, and my 4 siblings | . |
I guess my interest in Family History goes back to the
stories that both of my parents told about their own childhoods. I don’t
remember a start or beginning; the stories were always there and I enjoyed
them. I think it was a natural way for my parents to express the love of their
families just as it is for me to tell about my own childhood. I remember my dad
taking us on little excursions to see something: a place from his past. For
instance, we would be going to see my grandparents and he would take a detour
to go by a house where his family used to live. I don’t remember ever being
bored with stories or pictures of family. It seems that I was always interested,
but it was a passive interest. I did not actively do anything to stir it up or
expand it until I was in my mid-thirties.
The next phase of my genealogical interest hit me when I
took a job near where my ancestors had lived. I know that we had driven around
the Utica area before and Dad had told me that his family came from this area.
When I moved to Sterling Heights, Michigan to take a teaching job, Dad reminded
me that our family history was in that area, then, when my parents visited we
took a drive up to the Library and the cemetery. In the library, we were
directed to a local history written in the 1800s, which named my ancestor, Adam
Price and his brother, Jacob, as some of the first settlers there and told how
they built a grist mill together. We scrounged around in the library for a
while without finding anything else, which was not surprising with our lack of
experience in this type of research, but my thirst to know was awakened. In the
cemetery we found my great grandparents and their parents, so now I had some
names and dates to take off with. This was several years before I owned my
first PC. I had a computer in my classroom and knew how to do word processing,
but the world of the internet was still an unknown realm. In spite of that I
made some progress and I have to stay it probably gave me a better start in the
long run, because I was not tempted to blindly accept what someone else put in
their tree. I learned to find the evidence myself.
The next thing I did was to read a couple books about
genealogical research and they gave me the good idea to talk to older
relatives. About this time, I became better acquainted with my great Uncle
Edgar Price, who told me stories of his childhood on the farm north of Utica. I
also talked to my Grandmother, Alice Yocum Keith, who was my only surviving grandparent
at that time. Both of them were able to give me names and dates that I did not
have. Then my oldest brother heard of my interest and he gave me a copy of a
family tree that he did as a school assignment in Junior High. The great thing
about that was, that all my grandparents had been living and contributed
information to the tree at that time.
Well now I had a bunch of names, dates, and stories passed on
through memories and family tradition and there was more to come, but I knew
that I needed to find documentation for all of this. I began visiting court
houses, libraries, and historical societies on all my vacations and dragging my
sister around to these places as well. Fortunately she is also very interested.
Gradually I discovered vital records, land records, probate records, church
records, and so on until I had overflowing boxes of stuff about the family. As
I worked on organizing all this a few questions emerged and I hit some brick
walls. Here are some of those early questions:
1.
Where did Adam and Jacob Price come from, before
they settled in Michigan?
2.
What really happened to my great grandfather,
George Knight? Was he really murdered by the Chinese cook?
3.
Where did my grandfather have a radio program?
4.
Did the family really own some swamp land where
the city of Rochester, NY now stands?
5.
Grandma mentioned a family reunion in
Steubenville, Ohio, so why was it there?
6.
How did GGG Grandpa Nathan Keith drown in the
Ohio River-what was he up to?
And the questions go on. In my next blog I plan to begin to
tell you about what I have and have not discovered so far.
This genealogy thing is an obsession you know. Once you
start, there never seems to be a stopping place.
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