I got this photograph from a relative who has no idea who any of the people are in the photo.  I identified the young girl in the man’s arms as my great-grandmother, Thelma (Seibert) Furry.  That means the photo was taken around 1911 or 1912, probably in Louisville, Kentucky since that is where my great-grandmother lived until she was about 6 years old.

I’d like to know who all of the other people are in the photo, but I’m most curious about the older man standing on the right, holding a chicken.  I think he is the same man pictured in this photo I posted a few months ago.

If anyone recognizes these people.  PLEASE let me know.

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This is for the 9th Edition of Smile For The Camera: Who Are You – I Really Want To Know?

I’ve never been one for New Year’s resolutions, mainly because whenever I do make them, I never keep them because I never, or rarely, remember them after December 31st (It’s not because of drinking, I promise).  So I figure, what’s the point?  But having said that… the topic of the 63rd Carnival of Genealogy is New Year’s Resolutions, and asks “What plans do you have for your genealogy research next year? How about for your blogging?”  I think I can at least answer those questions even if I don’t consider them resolutions, per se.

What plans do you have for your genealogy research next year?

First and foremost, I want to finish writing the genealogy book on my Seibert family that has been in the works since mid 2007.  I’m almost done with it, and besides, I promised my family I would have it ready by this year’s family reunion.

I’d also love to stop procrastinating about talking to my grandfather, Floyd Cummings, about his life and relatives.  I want to videotape him in an interview talking about his life, mainly before and during WWII.  I also would like to know more about his family.  I’d like to know the specifics about his relatives, like births and deaths and such, but I’ve heard some crazy stories in passing about his family that I’d really like to know more about; how some thought his Aunt was a black widow what with having 9 husbands and them all dying, how his grandfather was able to survive the 1889 Johnstown flood, and how his father pulled a prank on a neighbor, putting the neighbor’s carriage on the top of his barn, among many others.  I’d like to know the specifics, at least as much as he can remember, before he is no longer around to tell them.  I want my next big genealogy project, after I’m done with the Seibert book, to be a book about my grandfather’s side of the family, so this will be the perfect starting point.

How about for your blogging?

No new plans for my blog.  I will continue to post when I have something to say, and otherwise not.  That’s the way I blog right now and I like that.  I don’t see any reason to change.  The only thing that may happen is that I might not get as much time to blog because I am currently pregnant and will have another child to take care of next year.

As far as non-genealogy, non-blog related plans…

I can’t really think of anything other than I’d like to finish my 2008 NaNoWriMo novel, sometime in 2009, preferably before April.  I’ve written about 60K words on it so far, but I’ve basically set it aside for the past few weeks.  I’ve only written a day or two out of each week since November 30 and I feel the need to pick it back up again and work on it more akin to what I did during the month of November.  Maybe not 1667 words per day, but at least set aside an hour each day to work on it.  I needed a bit of time off from writing, but I think it would be fun to write again.  Besides I was just getting to the good stuff.

The 62nd edition of the Carnival of Genealogy asks genealogy bloggers to write a letter to Genea-Santa, making a list of 3 gifts they would like to receive this holiday season from 3 of their ancestors.  Here are my wishes:

1.  I would love to have the broach that my great-grandmother, Thelma Seibert-Furry, had in her possession when her house was broken into.  I’m not really sure what it looked like, since I never saw it, but I’m told that it was silver with a blue stone.  It had been handed down for generations from mother to eldest daughter at least since the early 1800s and, from my research, possibly originated in Wagshurst, Baden, Germany.  Had it not been stolen from her house, I would be next in line to inherit it.

2.  I don’t know if such a family bible ever existed, but since the family was highly religious, it’s likely it did, so I will say that I would love to have the bible of my great-grandmother Araminta Terresa “Mintie” “Tessie” Adamson-Smith.  I know little to nothing about her husband except for his name, Harry Smith, and a possible birth date of July 1874.  Hopefully this bible would have some family info in it and shed some light on him and subsequently his family, making it a bit easier to wade through all of the Smiths out there.  I also only know of the names of five of their eight known children.  I’m assuming the bible would list births and deaths of the children as well.  And maybe a few extras, like the maiden name of Araminta’s mother.

3.  According to a story told to me by my grandfather, my g-g-grandfather, George G. Fyock, was part Native American and wanted to open a bar but his application for a liquor licenese was denied on those grounds.  From everything I’ve researched (and from what other’s have researched, as well) he was NOT Native American.  I would love to have the letter he received that stated why his application for a license was denied.  If it mentioned Native American status, I would have something to work with, otherwise, I think he had another reason for hiding his past and never answering questions about his parents.  It must have been a real doozy of a story to prefer lying and saying he was part Native American (realize that this was during the early 1900s) than to tell the truth about his family.

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Update:  I just realized that I didn’t write a letter, but merely listed my wishes.  Oh well.  I hope Genea-Santa is forgiving.  I guess I just made it that much easier for him (or her) to find my wishes, rather than wading through all the brown-nosing that typically comes before and after begging for presents. 

This is a 1941 staged photo of my grandfather, Floyd Cummings, pretending to be drunk with two friends, sisters Mary O’Fay (on the left) and Renee O’Fay (on the right). The car pictured is my grandfather’s first car, a 1940 Studebaker.

The first time I saw this photo, a few years ago, it cracked me up. I wasn’t entirely sure it was a staged photo or if he really was drunk, but my grandfather assured me that it was staged; just he and a few friends having some fun.

It’s one of my all-time favorite photos of him, just because it shows his wonderful sense of humor.

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This is for the 6th Edition of Smile For The Camera: Funny Bone

This post is for the 54th Edition of the Carnival of Genealogy: The Family Language
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Some people call it Pittsburghese, but I think it’s more of a generalized Pennsylvania thing (or maybe just Western PA), but in any case, many of the older people in my family speak a bit different than the rest and/or use phrases that the typical person might not understand.

I thought some of the things that came out of of my grandparent’s mouths to be a bit silly. In many cases I just thought they weren’t enunciating (which is true to an extent), but others I thought were normal, at least until later on in life, when I would have to explain what a certain word or phrase meant.

Here is a sampling of a few sayings that you might hear from one of my grandparents (In some cases, I’ve added the meanings in parentheses where the context might not be enough.):

“How are you’inz?” (version of “ya’ll”; “all of you”)

“Be careful out there.  It’s slippy on that ice.”

“I can’t get it straight.  It’s so cattywompus.”

“I’m asceerd o’ heights.”

“Everything’s hunky-dory.” (okay)

“My hair is all greazy today.”

“You got ‘urself a nebby nose.” (you’re in everyone’s business; nosy)

And… one of my favorite foods as a kid: Dippy eggs. (eggs over-easy)

In thinking about this edition of Smile for the Camera, I couldn’t pin down just one photo. I have a few favorites, and decided to show the best of the best with you. All of them are special to me because they either show an ancestor when they were young, or because it is the only photo I have of that ancestor.

This is a photo of my great-grandmother, Thelma Corrinne (Seibert) Furry (1910-2000). She was 15 at the time. The reason I like this photo is because when I first saw it, I had never seen a photo of her between the ages of 2 and 30, so it was nice to see what she looked like when she was a teenager:

I have quite a few photos of my great-grandmother Drusilla Irene (Rix) Beckman (1868-1955) when she was 75 years and older, but this is the only photo I have of her when she was young. I’m not sure of when it was taken (anyone want to take a stab?), but I’m guessing that is was about 1890:

This is a photo of the Jacob Seibert household at 1214 E. Jacob Street, Louisville, Kentucky, taken sometime between 1890 and 1910 (Again, anyone want to take a stab at the date?). I can’t identify any of the people who are in this photo but I can only assume that it is of Jacob Seibert and his wife and children, which would make it the only photo of that family. If I could only pin down the date of the photo I could probably identify the people in the photo based on the ages, but until then, I can only guess:

This is a treasured photo of four generations my grandfather’s family, taken circa 1921. This is the only photo of my g-g-grandmother Isabella (Wishart) Cummings (b. 1863), on the right, and her mother Catherine (Hodge) Wishart (b. 1838), on the left. The baby is my grandfather, Floyd Ellwood Cummings (b. 1921). The man is Edward Blythaway Cummings (1893-1953), Floyd’s dad:

The prompt for the 51st Edition of the Carnival of Genealogy says:

Do you have a relative who was feisty, spoke their own mind, was a bit of a free spirit? Anyone who most people might consider a “nut” on the family tree but you know they really just followed a “different tune?” We all have at least one person whose character and habits may have made them seem “ahead of their time” and now is the chance to tell us their story.

Almost every person in my family, in one way or another, could be considered a bit of a nut or an odd-ball, but only one person comes to mind when I think of the terms and phrases “feisty” “spoke their own mind” “free spirit” and “ahead of their time” and that is my great-grandmother, Thelma Corrine (Seibert) Furry (b. 22 January 1910 in Louisville, Kentucky; d. 22 March 2000 in Barberton, Ohio).

Even at a young age Thelma Furry was a handful. Her parents ended up sending her away to school for a year because they couldn’t control her rebellious ways. However, not long after she came back from school, she ended up getting pregnant at the age of 16 and having a daughter at age 17.

Sometime between 1932 and 1938 she ended up having an illegal “back alley” abortion even though she was studying to become a lawyer at the time.

In 1940 she graduated from the Akron School of Law, becoming the first woman trial lawyer in Akron, Ohio.

She championed the causes of those who were not generally given a fair shot, even appealing two cases to the United States Supreme Court (and winning!) when the trial results were not satisfactory. A sampling of those types of clients she represented were those who were suspected of being Communists, African Americans, clients with HIV/AIDS, and homosexuals. Any person who was unfairly discriminated against was someone she would happily represent. In the early days of her career, she was also one of the few lawyers who would work pro-bono cases or accept unusual forms of payment. In at least one case, she accepted payment in the form of her client mowing her lawn.

She was very outspoken in her beliefs, and attracted quite a bit of attention because of it. Some of it in the form of hate mail. Here are two transcriptions of letters she received:

Thelma Furry, You lousy slut. If I were [you] I would keep my damnable pencil and mouth shut. Why if you want Communist “liberties” dont you just go where they already exist, not try to bring the curse to our good country. Our President is going to put you in “Camp” I hope. You will be lucky if some mother of soldier boys does not shoot you down like the dog you are. I may take a try at it my self if any thing happens to the sons I love so much. We like our country as it is, if you don’t just get your “mob” together and I am sure our government would be glad to give you free passage to Russia. Mother of 3 boys. May Gods curses rest on you!!!

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TRAITORS BEWARE See the old man at the corner where you buy your paper? He may have a silencer equipped pistol under his coat. That extra fountain pen in the pocket of the insurance salesman who calls on you might be a cyanide gas gun. What about your milk man? Arsenic works slow but sure. Your auto mechanic may stay up nights studying booby traps. These patriots are not going to let you take their freedom away from them. They have learned the silent knife, the strangler’s cord, the target rifle that hits sparrows at 200 yards. Traitors beware. Even now the cross hairs are on the back of your necks.

But none of this ever scared her, at least outwardly. She continued to believe in the same ideals and continued to work for those people that other lawyers wouldn’t represent. I’m not sure about it, but I imagine that when she opened these letters that she just laughed at them, especially the second letter. The fact that it called her a traitor who was trying to take away freedoms, would seem absolutely ridiculous to her. It was completely opposite from her beliefs and goals. And in regards to the first letter, she most definitely wouldn’t have wanted anything bad to happen to the woman’s sons, or any other allied man serving in World War II. The type of “Communist” that the woman spoke of was not embodied by my grandmother. Unfortunately a lot of people hear the word Communist and think of completely opposite beliefs than what my grandmother held. She was a member of the Communist party for about 15 years, but she did eventually quit the party, stating that it was only because she thought her clients would be treated unfairly by juries and judges because of her political affiliation. It seems odd to me that a judge would make a decision based on a lawyer’s affiliation, but it happened at least once to one of Thelma’s clients. Fortunately Thelma and the client were able to get another trial with a different judge.

About a year ago I was reading through Thelma’s FBI file (yep, she has a FBI file, and a HUGE one at that… somewhere around 400/500 pages!) and I found a statement of hers that contradicted another person’s. I asked my grandmother, Thelma’s daughter, if she might have lied when she gave her statement. The answer she gave: “I never heard her tell a lie in my entire life. She was the kind of person who would rather go to prison than tell a lie. Just on principle. She could be belligerent. She might not answer a question, but she wouldn’t have lied.”

In her private life she was ahead of the times as well. My mom has told me stories about how Thelma was very open about sex and would speak to her about sex if the topic came up. Apparently Thelma viewed sex as simply another natural part of life and that there was no reason to be ashamed by it. This coming from a woman of her generation was simply unheard of. I actually remember finding a couple quotes by Ayn Rand about sex and sexuality in some of Thelma’s papers. One was:

“I say that sex is one of the most important aspects of man’s life and, therefore, must never be approached lightly or casually. A sexual relationship is proper only on the ground of the highest values one can find in a human being. Sex must not be anything other than a response to values. And that is why I consider promiscuity immoral. Not because sex is evil, but because sex is too good and too important.”

To end, I think that throughout her life Thelma definitely followed “the beat of her own drum,” but I also think that she got the “tune” from her father and mother.
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This is my entry for the 51st Edition of the Carnival of Genealogy: Independent Spirit

Well, I couldn’t find some of the photos I had wanted to use, but I was still able to find enough to show 4 generations of women in my family in their swim wear.

Here is a photo of my great-grandmother, Thelma (Seibert-Osborne) Furry, and her daughter (my grandmother), Jacqueline (Osborne-Furry) Cummings, in 1940:

And a photo of me, Amanda (Stiver) Erickson, and my mom, Pamela (Cummings-Stiver) Kilgore, in 1985. This is from a vacation to our cousin’s house in Indiana:

And another one of me in 1985, age 6, at the local pool. I just had to post it because it made me laugh when I saw it. I was always posing like this. Almost every photo of me between the age of 4 and 10, where I know my photo is being taken, is of me in this same exact pose. My grandmother also actually labeled it “Bathing Beauty”:

And another one just for fun. This is my grandfather Floyd Cummings (husband to Jacqueline Osborne-Furry) in 1947 outside of the family cottage at Portage Lakes, Ohio. I’m assuming that these are swim trunks, but I wouldn’t put it past him to just strip to his skivvies in order to take a dip in the lake:

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This is my entry for the 49th Edition of the Carnival of Genealogy: Swimsuit Edition!

The 46th Carnival of Genealogy topic is “What traits run in your family? Which of them did you inherit?”

The only trait that I can think of that I have inherited is a stubborn streak. Pretty much everyone in my family on my mom’s side has had very strong opinions on things. Unless you have a damn good reason to make us believe otherwise, we are going to hold tight to our ideas. Unfortunately, some of the family won’t even listen if you do have an argument against them. They would rather be wrong than admit they are wrong. At least I will concede if I realize that I am wrong.

As far as physical traits, heart disease is the only thing I could think of that runs in my family. I don’t know yet if I will have inherited it, but so far, pretty much everyone that I know of who descends from my great-great-great-grandfather, Jacob Seibert, has either died of a heart attack or had to have open heart surgery by the time they were 60 to avoid it. My mom is 56 and does have high blood pressure, but so far that’s it, so here’s to hoping that I didn’t inherit this trait.