tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71792931843772432232024-02-06T18:18:32.362-08:00My Dad's FamilyA place to celebrate and remember my ancestors on my father's side.A Certain Englishman's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14031914371157535368noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179293184377243223.post-11325689377201897862018-10-23T10:10:00.003-07:002018-10-23T10:10:56.650-07:00She Had The Key<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"I think she was bigger than anything that could happen to her, sorrow, misfortune, suffering, they were outside her door. She was in the house and had the key." </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>~ Esmeralda Andrus McKell, daughter of Lucy Loomis Tuttle Andrus</i></span></div>
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<br />My third great-grandmother Lucy Loomis was no stranger to loss and tragedy. But according to her daughter she was bigger than her suffering. It stayed outside her door. <div>
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To appreciate this beautiful compliment from her daughter, here are some of the losses and heartaches Lucy experienced. <br /><br /><i><b>Note: These stories come from a biography of Lucy Loomis written by her daughter Esmeralda. I have done my best to research these stories to verify they are true or get additional information but some are just oral tradition. </b></i></div>
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LUCY VS. SAM BRANNAN</h4>
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I don't know exactly how wealthy her family was, but they had lived in Massachusetts for generations, her relatives would eventually build a <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Loomis_Chaffee_School">college</a>, and she's my connection to the majority of the royalty that I come from. So yeah, I'd say they were doing okay. </div>
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She married Hubbard Tuttle, also from Massachusetts when she was 21 and they joined the Church of the Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints the following year. As they prepared to move west, she was under the impression that they were going to California. She sent all of her precious dishes, quilts, and possessions on the Brooklyn with Sam Brannan. <br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />Sam Brannan instead landed in Mexico. Lucy never saw her possessions again. </div>
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<i>To read more about Sam Brannan and the Brooklyn voyage, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samuel_Brannan">click here. </a></i></div>
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LUCY VS. SCURVY</h4>
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While on her journey to Utah, she contracted black <a href="https://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/155758.php">scurvy</a>, a disease resulting from a lack of Vitamin C. Right before you die from the disease, your skin turns black. She lost nearly all of her teeth (gingivitis is one of the symptoms of scurvy) and they transported materials to make her coffin for 200 miles because they were sure she was going to die. The wagon would stop to see if she was still breathing or if she had died. <br /><br /><h4>
LUCY VS. CRICKETS</h4>
They arrived in Salt Lake on September 30, 1847. The Saints had quickly planted crops after arriving in July to have enough seed to plant the following spring. Much to their dismay, in the spring of 1848, a cricket infestation began to devour their precious crops and future food supply. Miraculously, thousands of seagulls descended on the crops and devoured the crickets--to the point where they would fly away, vomit their meal and come back to eat more crickets. <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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LUCY VS. GOLD </h4>
The following year in 1849, the year of the California Gold Rush, Thomas Rhoades returned to Utah from the Mormon Battalion. He had mined some gold in California and gave it to Brigham Young for the benefit of the Church. It was worth $17,000. This gave Brigham Young an idea to send men on "gold missions" to head to California and mine for gold to help the Saints in Utah. These missions were not made public to the general membership of the Church.<br /><br />Lucy's husband Hubbard left the following month on such a mission. Their destination was the San Joaquin Valley, but they ended up spending their time in American Fork, California. Sickness was rampant at these camps. <br /></div>
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While Hubbard was away, Lucy gave birth to their third child and first son, Hubbard Tuttle. When he was 5 months old, Lucy heard that the company was returning. She prepared for his return with food and clothes after his long journey. In the morning she heard footsteps and went to the door to greet her husband. Instead it was her sister's husband, Vincent Shurtlef. He informed her that Hubbard had died of cholera and had been dead for three months. <br /><br />When news of Hubbard's death reached the Loomis family back in Massachusetts, her brother asked her to come home. He told her that she would never want for anything. She told him that she thought too much of her religion to return. </div>
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<br /><i>Special thanks to Margaret Murphy who presented her research on Brigham Young's gold missions for the 2013 BYU Religious Education Student Symposium. You can read her work by <a href="https://rsc.byu.edu/archived/byu-religious-education-student-symposium-2013/what-shall-we-do-be-saved-comparing">clicking here. </a></i></div>
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LUCY VS. THE COLDEST NIGHT</h4>
The year after Hubbard died, Lucy married a polygamist named Milo Andrus on her 29th birthday, June 11, 1851. She became his third wife. She would have five children with Milo, their oldest being my second great-grandmother Lavenia Andrus. She lived and worked with the other wives. One year eight children were born to Milo Andrus. Because he served several missions for the Church, these women spent many of their days alone taking care of themselves, their children, and each other. <br /><br />On what was known as the coldest night in Utah, Lucy gave birth to her sixth child (her third with Milo) all by herself. It was so cold that it froze the cat on the floor in the adjoining room. <br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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LUCY VS. THE INDIAN</h4>
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Living alone was dangerous in the Utah territory for many reasons. One was the chance of an encounter with Native Americans called Indians back then. One day an Indian came with his horse laden with ducks. <br /><br />He said, "Squaw, give me bread."<br /><br />"I will for a duck," she replied. <br />
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He pulled out his gun. <br />
<br />She reached for her axe. <br />
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Laughing he said, "Heap brave squaw." <br />
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He left without his bread, and she never got a duck. <br /><br />These are just a few of the many stories about Lucy. She also:<br />
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<li>harvested sugar from corn stalks for her starving children</li>
<li>washed and sheared sheep, </li>
<li>carded, spun, and wove wool into cloth. </li>
<li>took loads of hay from Jordan river bottoms to Salt Lake City</li>
<li>gathered rock from canyons</li>
<li>fed travelers and their teams at the point of the mountain</li>
<li>opened the first hotel in Spanish Fork, Utah </li>
<li>raised three orphans</li>
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More importantly she had a sense of humor and was jovial. She never lost her faith in God despite all her many trials and hardships. Her dream was to have something good to eat and would be happy to just have a table to set and eat all the food they want since they ate only rations. <br />
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She definitely had the key. The key to perseverance, positivity, and resiliency. <br /><br />This post features</div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">LUCY LOOMIS TUTTLE ANDRUS (1822-1890)</span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>me-->Bruce Albert Buchanan-->Robert Amos Buchanan-->June Miller Buchanan-->Lavenia Andrus Miller-->Lucy Loomis Tuttle Andrus</b></span></div>
A Certain Englishman's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14031914371157535368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179293184377243223.post-86173938327269251012015-06-13T12:04:00.002-07:002015-06-14T14:46:09.869-07:00Lonely No More - The Life and Trials of Stanislas Besin<br />
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After two years of researching the life of Stanislas Besin, I have been able to piece together most of his life. <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">CHILDHOOD</span><br />
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Stanislas Besin was born May 9, 1807 in Viesly, France, to a young woman named Rosalie Villette. When he was born he was given the last name of Villette indicating that she was not married. Both his grandfathers, Valentin Besin and Jean Baptiste Villette signed as witnesses of the birth. Most likely his father, Stanislas Besin, was also present. However, it was customary not to mention the father's name when the birth is illegitimate. <br />
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Less than a month later, his 19-year-old mother dies on June 4, 1807. <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">MARRIAGE & FAMILY</span><br />
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His father marries Marie Angelique Lienard on November 3, 1813. Stanislas was six years old and most likely was adopted by his father making his name Stanislas Besin.<br />
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When Stanislas was 18 years old, he married a young woman close to his age named Antoinette Degravelle. Antoinette was born in Paris although she didn't know that at the time. This is most likely because her parents were arrested by the King of France for making counterfeit money. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Special thanks to Kristy Kohlert for translating this document for me.<br />
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The Constitutional: Log trade, political and literary, page 2</span></h1>
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Somehow she ended up in Viesly.<br />
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At their wedding, Baudouin Villette, Rosalie's brother, was one of the witnesses. <br />
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The following year Stanislas and Antoinette had their first baby. <br />
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They named him Baudouin.<br />
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He died two months later.<br />
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They had two more boys, Jean Baptiste and Stanislas named after their grandfathers.<br />
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They then had two little girls and another little boy: Sophie, Suzanne, and Elisha.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">SEPARATION </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">&</span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">DEATH </span><br />
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Stanislas Besin was baptized on Bastille Day, July 14, 1839, into the Baptist Church. This decision would ultimately separate the family.<br />
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Stanislas is imprisoned several times for <a href="http://acertainenglishmanswife.blogspot.com/2013/04/the-colporteur-gene.html" target="_blank">peddling Bibles. </a><br />
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Jean Baptiste is 19 when he dies of cholera on June 6, 1849, his mother Antoinette dies 5 days later also of cholera. She is 43.<br />
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A year later, 10-year old Suzanne is smuggled onto a ship, the Charles Hill, and arrives in New Orleans on November 27, 1850. She marries in 1860, and dies in 1871 two months after giving birth to her sixth child who also dies. Her fifth child is my great grandfather, John Buchanan.<br />
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The now oldest son, Stanislas Besin, Jr., becomes a tailor apprentice. He dies at the age of 17 outside of Paris in 1851. <br />
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Now completely alone, Stanislas dies at the age of 53, August 1, 1859 under the care of hospice in Reims, France. He has no family to sign as witnesses for his death, so the administrator, Francis Auguste LeGrand signs as witness. <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">THE END</span><br />
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or is it?<br />
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In <a href="https://www.lds.org/scriptures/dc-testament/dc/130.2?lang=eng#1" target="_blank">Doctrine and Covenants </a>130:2 we read:<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Pahoran, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 25.2000007629395px;">"And that same </span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Pahoran, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 25.2000007629395px;">sociality</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Pahoran, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 25.2000007629395px;"> which exists among us here will exist among us there, only it will be coupled with </span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Pahoran, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 25.2000007629395px;">eternal glory</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Pahoran, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 25.2000007629395px;">, which glory we do not now enjoy."</span></span><br />
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How does this happen? How is it that Stanislas can be with his family after he dies? It's because the gospel of Jesus Christ has been <a href="http://www.mormon.org/beliefs/restoration" target="_blank">restored</a> on the earth, and with it the keys of the Priesthood that seals families together in <a href="http://www.mormon.org/faq/use-of-temples" target="_blank">temples</a>. <br />
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This popular children's LDS song has a deeper meaning for me now.<br />
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<a href="https://www.lds.org/music/library/childrens-songbook/families-can-be-together-forever?lang=eng" target="_blank">Families Can Be Together Forever</a><br />
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To learn more about Stanislas' Baptist ministry, <a href="http://bobandgert.blogspot.com/2013/04/the-dusty-bible-effect.html" target="_blank">click here.</a><br />
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To learn more about John Buchanan, <a href="http://bobandgert.blogspot.com/2013/03/the-ellusive-john-buchanan.html" target="_blank">click here.</a><br />
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To learn more about the teachings of the Mormon faith, <a href="http://www.mormon.org/" target="_blank">click here. </a><br />
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To read about my experience in Viesly, <a href="http://acertainenglishmanswife.blogspot.com/2014/07/your-search-begins-now-miracle-in-viesly.html" target="_blank">click here. </a><br />
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This blog features:<br />
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STANISLAS BESIN (1807-1859)</h2>
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My third great grandfather</h3>
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me-->Bruce Albert Buchanan-->Robert Amos Buchanan-->John Buchanan-->Suzanne Besin-->Stanislas Besin</h4>
A Certain Englishman's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14031914371157535368noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179293184377243223.post-5710289257518750492014-07-28T02:47:00.000-07:002015-06-13T11:16:00.121-07:00Josephine's BaptismJosephine was a 12-year-old girl living in a small village in France when she was caught in a rainstorm out in the field. She quickly ran home to get out of the storm. As she reached her house, she turned purple. All of her blood seemed frozen. She couldn't move her joints and her hands crisped. Her fingers were more like the empty fingers of a glove. <br />
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Her father had died, and she was left to be cared for by her siblings and mother. She was treated harshly. She became very shy and never spoke. No one knew if her mind had been affected as well as her body.<br />
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A missionary by the name of Mr. Cretin, found the family and told them about the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Soon after meeting Mr. Cretin, the mother died. Eventually Mr. Cretin stopped visiting the family. <br />
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Josephine could read. She gathered together a New Testament and some other religious tracts and read them. This made others realize that she could think and understand. <br />
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Two years later she was visited by another Baptist missionary Mr. Lefevre. Two years later she was converted and had succeeded in converting her nephew Isodore Plaquet and his mother. She wanted to obey the commandment to be baptized by immersion, but this was difficult because she was so crippled and paralyzed.<br />
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Another missionary heard about this woman who had been converted two years before and her desire to be baptized. So he borrowed a mule from Mr. Hersigny and with his cart traveled several leagues (probably around 20 miles) to go fetch this woman so that she could be baptized. He returned with Josephine and her nephew and his mother and all three were baptized.<br />
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The missionary who transported this woman by cart such a far distance? A <a href="http://acertainenglishmanswife.blogspot.fr/2013/04/the-colporteur-gene.html" target="_blank">colporteur</a> by the name of <a href="http://bobandgert.blogspot.fr/2013/04/the-dusty-bible-effect.html" target="_blank">Stanislas Besin</a>, my third great grandfather.<br />
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To read more about Stanislas Besin, <a href="http://bobandgert.blogspot.com/2013/04/the-dusty-bible-effect.html" target="_blank">click here. </a><br />
<i>This account was taken from the Baptist Missionary Magazine, January 1849 issue, page 29-30.</i><br />
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<br />A Certain Englishman's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14031914371157535368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179293184377243223.post-48005927024323094172014-04-24T11:39:00.002-07:002014-04-24T11:39:41.826-07:00"Yes sir, I am."
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<i>This story was written by my father Bruce Albert Buchanan:</i></div>
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In the spring of 1960 I was 16 years old, my dad was 50, and
I had been given the opportunity to work for Curley Monroe at his fishing lodge
along the Huntington River about 30 miles from my home town of Helper,
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I was to work 5 days a week,
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My job was to sell worms, </div>
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clean cabins, </div>
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and
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A few weeks
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Memorial day to Labor day, seven days a week, and make at least $75 a
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My job was to clean floors</div>
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at a Café in West Yellowstone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span>This is what I wanted to do; the dilemma was having to tell Mr. Monroe I
wasn’t going to work for him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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"Daddy, I can’t do this."</div>
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“Bruce, I will go with you.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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After dinner, my dad and I went to Mr.
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I said, “Mr.
Monroe, I have an opportunity to go to Montana and work for the summer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I want to take the job, and this means I
won’t be able to work for you this summer as I had promised”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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There was silence, which seemed to go on forever.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mr. Monroe looked at me right in the eye and
said, “ Thank You Bruce, that was very nice of you to tell me, now you go and have
a good summer.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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and we never talked about that night again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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to be there for me. I worked for Frosty Tornes that summer at the Totem Café
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During my interview
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A Certain Englishman's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14031914371157535368noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179293184377243223.post-65198648457918753322013-10-09T15:07:00.004-07:002015-02-18T05:21:39.671-08:00Interview with Mimi and Grampy<h2>
Bruce Albert Buchanan (living) and Ruth Rasmussen (1946-2015)</h2>
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Recently my niece interviewed my parents for a school project. They were kind enough to share it with me. I thought their answers warranted a blog post so that all of their grandchildren and future great grandchildren could read them. These are great questions that all grandchildren should ask their grandparents. According to an <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2013/03/17/fashion/the-family-stories-that-bind-us-this-life.html?pagewanted=all&_r=0" target="_blank">article</a> in the NY Times, children handle stress better when they know their family history.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Question 1<br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15.555556297302246px;">What games did you play at recess when you were in school? Did they play with both boys and girls?</span></span></h4>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> I went to a private school when I was in Grade School. Sometimes the boys and girls played together and as we got older we played separately. In the the early years we played "rover red rover, send Sally Jane over", hopscotch, marbles, and kick the can or steal the flag. When we were older we played "touch football", baseball, and marbles. We had recess in the morning (before lunch) and then again in the afternoon. By the fourth grade we only had recess in the morning and by 7th grade we didn't have recess.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">Because I was born after World War 2 in 1946, I am from a generation called the "Baby Boomers". Lots of children were born then until 1964 when the boom ended. So I was a child in the "50"'s. I went to Central School from the 1st grade until the 3rd grade. During recess, we played hopscotch, rover red rover, and spent a lot of time on play equipment called the "monkey bars". Children got hurt sometimes on the monkey bars probably because we landed just in the hard dirt if we fell. Do they have them at your school? They had swings which we had to race to from class just to get a turn on them. I loved to swing and could go very high. As the boys did, girls also played marbles, but I mostly played jacks at recess. My mom would play jacks with me at home just to practice. She was very good.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">Then for the 4th thru 6th grade, I went to Harding School, which was right next door to Central School and it even shared a big lot. But the younger kids couldn't go over and play with the older kids. At Harding, we played dodgeball most of the time, boys and girls together. It was a lot of fun unless you got hit in the face with the big rubber ball. We would run bases, and the other side would throw a ball at us to get us out. Kids played it a lot during the lunch hour. I only ate "hot lunch" at school one time, and on my way to sitting down, spilled my tray all over my new gray poodle skirt. I walked home during all of my school years from 1st through 12th grade to eat lunch. That was our biggest meal of the day, and my mom was the greatest cook. My Dad would come home at the same time to eat too. I loved that time most of all!</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As for chores, I was the youngest girl like you, and my brother wasn't born until I was 5. So as the baby of the family, I wasn't expected to do very much. We played outside all of the time, so I wasn't in the way for my Mom to get her work done. I'm sure my 2 older sisters did a lot more washing of the dishes than I ever did. I was pretty spoiled for the most part. I remember begging my Mom to let me iron when I was 10, so she let me iron the pillowcases to give me something to do. I shared a room and the same bed with my sister Helen, who was 5 years older than me. That wasn't too fun for her, but I loved it. I was a teenager before I had my own room. I remember dusting the living room furniture on Saturdays and eventually vacuuming the carpet when I was older. Once my sisters left home, I did more around the house.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">We didn't take to many vacations. Once we went to Yellowstone when I was about 10. My Grandmother ( Ma Buchanan) went with us. She was old, not much fun and my sister was a pill. My dad and I went camping and fishing all the time. We were gone most every weekend in the summer fishing somewhere. We went on horses once into the Unitah mountains. In the fall we went hunting and camped out when we were gone. I started fly fishing when I was about 10. I used a bamboo rod and still have that rod today. In the winter we went duck hunting. I shot my first deer when I was 11 and my first duck when I was 10. When we traveled we went in a car. When we went hunting and fishing we had a jeep wagon and always went in it. One vacation that I remember was with my Grandparents (Grampy and Nona). They took me to San Francisco when I was about 8. We say a play called "South Pacific" stayed in a fancy hotel, called the Mark. We went in a 1950 Buick and saw California. We drove through a tree in the Redwoods. My Grampy and Nona really loved me and took really good care of me. My Nona died on my birthday when I was 10. I really missed her. Later my Grampy moved to Pueblo CO. and every summer and Christmas I stayed with him and his new wife Zoetta for two weeks. He taught me how to play Bridge, Poker, Pool, Bowl and eat greasy hamburgers. He was a lot of fun. I stopped going when I turned 16. He died when I was going to school in Bozeman Mt. Your mom was about 9mos. old when he died. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">We went on fun trips when we were young. I loved traveling with my family. The first trip I went on when I was a baby, so I don't remember, was to Yellowstone Park in my Dad's first car, a Buick. We went there many times over the years, and to this day I still love going to Yellowstone Park and West Yellowstone. It's one of Grandpy's favorites too. We always travelled by car, and not very roomy cars like we have today. We went to Oregon so my Dad could compete in trap shooting. He always wanted us kids to continually look out of the window at all the scenery so we wouldn't miss anything. He didn't travel fast, and made us look at EVERYTHING. I was usually sitting on the floor of the car because my sisters took up so much room on the backseat. Fun times. We also went on a fun trip to Hollywood, California to see my aunt with just my mom, sisters and little brother. My dad was deer hunting and didn't even know we went. My 17 year old sister drove most of the trip. That was before Disneyland was there. What I remember the most about that trip was picking grapefruit from my aunt's tree for breakfast. My first trip to Disneyland was when I was twelve at Christmastime. I had new red silky pajamas and a crazy looking stuffed monkey Santa brought me, and I carried him with me everywhere on that trip. I still have him.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">My favorite trip was to Lake of the Woods in Ontario Canada. We drove through many states to get there. We had a large cabin and stayed two weeks. My dad went fishing on a large lake every day with a guide my dad hired named Johnny. Dad would take my mom or one of us kids each day too. At lunch time we stopped on a little island, and Johnny would cook any fish we caught for us to eat. It was the best I remember eating. He taught my dad how to filet a fish, and mom how to cook them. As kids, we could go to the little convenience store by the cabins and get anything we wanted, and it was just charged, so we never needed any money. Of course my dad had to pay the bill at the end of the stay. I went everyday for a Big Chief red soda. I loved it!</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">We also went rock hunting on the weekends during the spring and summer in different parts of Southern Utah. My dad was a "rock hound" and made beautiful jewelry out of rocks that he cut and polished. We went with other families and loved being in the desert.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> An important event in my life. There have been so many. When your aunt Heather and your Mom were born was pretty special. The day I married Mimi. Going to the temple and being sealed to Mimi and your aunt Heather, your Mom and uncle Ryan. When I was baptized by your greatuncle Art. Finishing a Ph.D in Bozeman. When my parents died has come to mean a lot to me. Almost dying when I ate a mushroom was an event that really changed my life. The first time I walked through a temple. Setting a National Record when I was 17. Being called into a Stake Presidency. Turning 60 years old. My father died when he was 58. Backpacking with 4 sons for hundreds of miles and climbing Engineer peak with Adam 10 years ago. Getting hearing aids. Going to Alaska with 3 sons. Selling a business that I had for over 40 years. Winning the Don Roush award as the Outstanding Teacher at NMSU. Maybe the most important event in my life has not happened yet, but if I had to pick ONE that has, it would be to do with the day I decided to be baptized. The church means everything to me and having a testimony of the restored Gospel defines me more than anything. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">Those were probably the big events of my younger years. The other activity that took up my summers was 4H. I joined when I was ten until I was 18. It was a program where my mom was a leader and my friends and I learned to cook and sew. Then we would enter our products in the county and state fairs to be judged. Those were such fun times. When my friend Jane and I were 16, we won a state food preparation contest, and a trip to Denver Colorado for a big convention of youth. We stayed downtown Denver in a large hotel and had tours and fancy dinners with ice sculptures. That was the first time I ever ate cheesecake, and I thought it was so good. I also sang the 4H song at the final banquet of the week in the new Hilton Hotel. They had a light on me in a darkened room with a flag waving behind me. I was petrified, but I did it.</span></div>
A Certain Englishman's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14031914371157535368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179293184377243223.post-22581186039675476932013-04-04T22:09:00.003-07:002015-06-13T16:54:38.405-07:00The Dusty Bible Effect<h2>
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Have you ever heard of the Butterfly Effect? A butterfly flaps its wings and causes a hurricane on the other side of the world.<br />
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Well, I'm going to tell you about the Dusty Bible Effect.<br />
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The<a href="http://www.thefreelibrary.com/The+origins+of+Baptists+in+France.-a0162618832" target="_blank"> story</a> is that in 1810, a farmer named Caulier living in Nomain, France found a Bible in the corner of the dusty attic of his home. As a Catholic, he wasn't supposed to read the Bible. But he did anyway and discovered that what he was being taught didn't match what was in the Bible. So he started his own church. <br />
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In 1815, after the battle of Waterloo, a French speaking British soldier began to attend Caulier's church and distribute scriptures. This resulted in several Catholics converting over to this new church.<br />
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In 1819, Henri Pyt, was out distributing literature in northern France and stumbles upon Caulier's church. He stayed there 18 months preaching and baptizing. Because they were baptized by immersion in a stream, they are considered to be the first Baptists in France.<br />
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As membership grew, so did the missionary work and many Baptist churches started popping up in northern France. Eventually the Baptists in America found out about this and traveled to France as missionaries.<br />
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One such missionary was <a href="http://www.thefreelibrary.com/The+origins+of+Baptists+in+France.-a0162618832" target="_blank">Dr. Erastus Willard</a>. He came to France and established a Baptist pastor school. One of those who attended that school was <a href="http://bobandgert.blogspot.com/2013/03/one-step-closer.html" target="_blank">Irenee Foulon*.</a> Another person to be baptized was Stanislas Besin, my 3rd great grandfather. Stanislas became a colporteur, a peddler of religious books.<br />
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Well, American Baptists weren't the only ones who noticed the growth of Baptists in northern France. The Catholics and the French government noticed too. As you can imagine, they had a very different reaction.<br />
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Mr. Leopix wrote to Dr. Willard and told him that he saw Besin bound and being taken away by some gensd'armes. They had him bound to a thief. He said that Besin seemed happy and unaffected by his situation. In fact, he was teaching the thief and the guards the gospel! Foulon said this of Besin:<br />
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Later they were going to begin a meeting when a Roman Catholic woman came running down the street screaming, "There he comes! There he comes!" <br />
"Who?" everyone asked.<br />
"Mr. Besin! Mr. Besin!" Soon everyone was rejoicing and had tears in their eyes as they ran to meet the freed prisoner. Foulin said, "I cannot describe to you the emotion that pressed into our hearts that day."<br />
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Besin would be imprisoned and fined more than once. (What is it about my <a href="http://artandalice.blogspot.com/2012/06/very-special-christmas.html" target="_blank">third great grandfathers and prison?</a>) Eventually the persecution got so unbearable, that the families had to come to America. I find it interesting that they settled not very far from where another religious group was trying to escape persecution.<br />
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Had Caulier never read the Bible, he never would have started the Baptist church in France. The Demoulins, Foulons, and Besins wouldn't have converted from Catholicism. They never would have traveled to America to escape persecution. John wouldn't have ended up in Utah working on the railroad; he never would have married June Miller, and they wouldn't have had my grandpa, who wouldn't have had my dad. Which means I wouldn't be sitting here today writing this story.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> I never realized I owed so much to a Bible laying in a dusty attic.</span><br />
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<i>*Irenee Foulon married my second great grandparents, Nathan Demoulin and Suzanne Besin in Illinois.</i><br />
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To read more about the legacy Stanislas Besin left our family, <a href="http://acertainenglishmanswife.blogspot.com/2013/04/the-colporteur-gene.html" target="_blank">click here. </a><br />
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My third great grandfather</h3>
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me-->Bruce Albert Buchanan-->Robert Amos Buchanan-->John Buchanan-->Suzanne Besin-->Stanislas Besin</h4>
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<br />A Certain Englishman's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14031914371157535368noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179293184377243223.post-44807332326424957822013-03-28T19:24:00.001-07:002013-03-28T19:24:57.774-07:00The Case of the Missing Eyeball<h2>
Bruce Buchanan (1943-living) </h2>
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Father </h3>
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me-->Bruce Albert Buchanan<br /></h4>
When my dad was about five years old, he went down to <a href="http://bobandgert.blogspot.com/2012/07/tea-and-toast.html" target="_blank">Ma Buchanan's</a> house. He and a neighbor kid, Bobby, decided to play in a sandbox in Bobby's backyard.<br />
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This is what parents would like to think is happening when their kids play together in a sandbox.<br />
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This is usually what happens when kids play together in a sandbox.<br />
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Dad and Bobby were no exception. They began to fight. Suddenly, FOR NO REASON, (<i>yeah, right Dad</i>) Bobby picked up a chair and threw it at Dad's head. Dad wasn't happy.<br />
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<br />But not just because his feelings were hurt. He was really hurt. His eye specifically. So he covered his face.<div>
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It didn't take long to realize why his eye was hurting. His was bleeding! What does any boy do when he's hurt and bleeding? He ran into the house to find his grandmother, of course.</div>
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<br />"Ma, Bobby hit me in the face with a chair!"<br />
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Ma Buchanan did what any grandmother would do if she saw her grandson running through the house bleeding.<br />
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No, she didn't do that. She did this.<br />
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As Dad was bleeding over the sink, Ma Buchanan called Nona. "Your son has been hurt, there is something wrong with his eye." Nona jumped in her car and headed to her mother-in-law's.<br />
Meanwhile Ma was trying to wash Dad's face, but Dad wouldn't put his hands down. He kept covering his eye. Finally, Nona arrived 10 minutes later, she was able to convince him take his hand off his eye. What happened next was absolutely horrifying. <br />
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Or so she thought.<br />
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Turns out the blood had begun to clot in his hand. When he let go, all of the clotted blood looked like a bloody eyeball going down the drain.<br />
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A Certain Englishman's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14031914371157535368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179293184377243223.post-45241815971777739212013-03-28T14:47:00.000-07:002013-12-20T07:44:11.127-08:00The Ellusive John Buchanan<h2>
John Buchanan (1869-1941)</h2>
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<br />My great grandfather</h3>
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me-->Bruce Albert Buchanan-->Robert Amos Buchanan-->John Buchanan</h4>
When I was 12 years old, I found out that we didn't know who my great grandfather's parents were. I decided to find out. Little did I know what I was in for.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">John Buchanan circa 1940</td></tr>
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I'll save how I found him for another post. I want to write about who he was and who he became.<br />
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Right before John Buchanan died in 1941, he gave a few clues as to who he really was. These are the only four clues I've had all these years.<br />
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1. I was born in Highland, Illinois<br />
2. My mother was from France.<br />
3. My mother's name was <a href="http://bobandgert.blogspot.com/2012/05/desperately-seeking-susan.html" target="_blank">Susan "Boo-shan"</a> (never spelled it).<br />
4. My father's name was Nathan.<br />
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Well that should be plenty right? I mean all I should have to do is look in 1870 census records for a little baby named John Buchanan in a household with Nathan and Susan Buchanan, right? Wrong.<br />
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John Buchanan wasn't born John Buchanan. He was born Joshua Demoulin. Here's the story.<br />
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Nathan, John's father, came to America from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint-Vaast-en-Cambr%C3%A9sis" target="_blank">Northern France, </a>with his father Martin Joseph. They bought a farm in Clinton County, Illinois. <br />
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He met a girl named Susanne Besin also from France. <br />
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They were married soon after, and had their first child. His name was Nathan Jr. and he was born still.<br />
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They had three more children all girls, Evodie, Lydia, and Susanne (Susie). On October 18, 1869, they had another son. This time he lived. They named him Joshua and nicknamed him John. <br />
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In November of 1871, Susanne had another little girl. This time the baby and the mother both died. Nathan is now left with 4 children, the youngest not even two. <br />
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His father, Martin, died 5 years later.<br />
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Nathan remarried another girl, Fanny Combe from Switzerland. They had 6 kids.<br />
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Evodie married Samuel Noel, then William Thomas. She died at the age of 51.<br />
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Lydia never married and died at the age of 40.<br />
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Susie never married and died at the age of 86.<br />
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Joshua disappeared in 1905 without a trace. The family just assumed he died and never had any children.<br />
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After 24 years of looking, I finally found <a href="http://bobandgert.blogspot.com/2013/03/the-24-year-genealogy-class.html" target="_blank">him. </a> Nice to finally meet you Joshua Demoulin.<br />
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A Certain Englishman's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14031914371157535368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179293184377243223.post-80417002884261014702013-03-28T13:41:00.000-07:002013-05-14T20:28:41.389-07:00The 24-year Genealogy Class<h2>
Me (1969-living)</h2>
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Heather Ruth Buchanan Pack</h3>
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In the fall of 1988, I registered for a Rel C 261 class. It's official name was "Family History-Genealogy." <br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Our entire grade was based on a single project. Completing our pedigree chart. All semester long we were supposed to collect photos, certificates, and other documents of our great grandparents and great great grandparents.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I had a problem. I didn't know who all of mine <a href="http://bobandgert.blogspot.com/2012/05/desperately-seeking-susan.html" target="_blank">were. </a> My Dad's line ended with his grandpa, John Buchanan. </span>So I filled in what I could and turned it in. My grade? D+.</div>
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The very next semester I took HIST 262R, also known as Family History Research Lab. This was a much better class. My grade was either Pass or Fail. You passed based on how many hours you logged researching, not what you found. I logged lots of hours, I found nothing. I passed.</div>
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Now, I could have been discouraged and frustrated. I could have said, "I guess when it come to researching my ancestors, I'm a D+ student. I'll let someone else do that." But I didn't. I didn't give up. </div>
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Those two classes sparked a desire in me to continue looking for John Buchanan and his parents. I never stopped looking. Well, actually I did stop looking. I stopped on March 22, 2013. I stopped, because that day <a href="http://bobandgert.blogspot.com/2013/03/the-ellusive-john-buchanan.html" target="_blank">I found him</a>. I didn't just find him, I found his parents, siblings, half-siblings, in-laws, nieces, nephews, cousins, grandparents, great grandparents, and so on, all the way back to the 1500s.</div>
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Do you think it's too late to ask for a grade change? After 24 years I think I deserve an A.</div>
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<br />A Certain Englishman's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14031914371157535368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179293184377243223.post-69604735845655206212013-03-22T08:57:00.001-07:002013-03-27T23:42:59.287-07:00One Step Closer<br />
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Susan Bezin? Berzin? Bazin? Bousien? (1840-?)</h2>
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My second great grandmother</h3>
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me --> Bruce Albert Buchanan --> Robert Amos Buchanan --> John Buchanan --> Susan</h4>
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For those who don't know, I've been <a href="http://bobandgert.blogspot.com/2012/05/desperately-seeking-susan.html" target="_blank">searching</a> for my great great grandmother for over two decades.</div>
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Yesterday I believe I came one step closer. I mentioned previously that I found a Susan Bogin living with a family, the Eismons.</div>
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Pretty different, huh? Well, there's more. His wife's name is Lydia Foulon. They had a son named Irenaeus Dielschristo Foulon. I was able to find his death certificate. His mother's maiden name is listed as, drum roll please.</div>
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Today I finally found the passenger list I've been trying to find for years. The reason why I haven't been able to find it is because Petronilla Litizzette sailed to America under her maiden name, Bartolomeo. Her two children, Guiseppe and Pietro, also used her maiden name.</div>
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and landed in New York on September 17, 1888. This ship was a French ship run by a French crew.</div>
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Now, if you are like me, you've never heard of the La Bourgogne. And if you are like me, you probably don't ever want to.</div>
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Before the Titantic in 1912, the world experienced a horrific tragedy in 1898.</div>
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The La Bourgogne was sailing from New York back to La Havre, France, when it hit a British vessel known as the Cromartyshire. The British vessel didn't receive too much damage and was fine. Initially the captian of the La Bourgogne thought they were too. But 40 minutes later it sunk.</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Number of passengers on board: 506</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Number of passengers who survived: 70</span></div>
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Does it seem odd to you that only 14% of the passengers survived and 47% of the crew survived? Well it was odd. So much so that the surviving crew was held in custody when they reached the shore. The United States wanted to conduct an investigation, but France insisted on bringing them back to their own country. There they conducted their own formal investigation.</div>
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What they discovered were absolutely horrific <a href="http://query.nytimes.com/gst/abstract.html?res=F0061EF6355D11738DDDA00894DF405B8885F0D3" target="_blank">tales</a> of chaos and a lack of humanity. Let's just say that if my great great grandmother and her two boys had been on that fateful voyage, they wouldn't have had a chance of surviving.</div>
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When I was a little girl living in Las Cruces, New Mexico, our family <a href="http://artandalice.blogspot.com/2012/11/colored-eggs.html" target="_blank">drove to Price, Utah</a> every summer to visit the grandparents. Fortunately, my dad's mom lived just 15 minutes away from my mom's parents.</div>
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I don't know exactly which year, but the day after we arrived, Nona drove down to Price to pick up my sister and I and take us out to lunch.</div>
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"Where do you want to go to lunch?" Nona asked.</div>
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Kristi and I looked at each other and shrugged. We had no idea what Price had to offer in the way of restaurants.</div>
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"We could go to the Carriage House," she suggested.</div>
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This restaurant had on its menu something that Kristi and I had never eaten before. Navajo tacos.</div>
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For those who don't know what a Navajo taco is, it's fried bread (like a scone) with taco toppings piled on top. We were very familiar with tacos and ordered it. I loved it!</div>
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After lunch, Nona went to the cash register to pay for our meal. There at the register was an ice cream bar, where you could get hand-scooped ice cream. Nona offered to buy us each an ice cream cone. As I looked through the frosty glass to see what flavors they had, I saw something I had never seen before. </div>
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"What flavor is that?"</div>
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First Navajo tacos and now bubble gum-flavored ice cream? Price, Utah has many wonderful new and exciting foods to behold!</div>
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Of course I had to try this crazy new ice cream. And I loved it!</div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As hard as it is to imagine having over $3000 at the age of 15, it's even harder to imagine giving it up just to be free of my father. Milo must have had great conviction at such a young age to know that the life he was living was not the life he was meant to live. </span></div>
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Gertrude Maxine Wahl Buchanan (1916-1998)</h2>
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When I was 15 I spent the summer with my Nona. Nona is Italian for grandmother. Sometimes we would walk down the street and visit her <a href="http://www.carbon-utgenweb.com/history8.html" target="_blank">cousin</a>'s wife, Edith Litizzette. <br />
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Edith had just bought a brand new sewing machine. It could embroider and do all sorts of fancy stitches. I remember looking at her machine and thinking I was seeing something out of the Jetsons. <br />
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The best way I can describe how to pronounce it is, think of how you say "cupful." Remove the "cu" and add an "aff" sound. Well anyway, it sounded fancy and from the future.<br />
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A couple of years later when I was visiting Nona, she told me that she had bought herself a Pfaff sewing machine. She only had it a few years when she fell and broke her shoulder. She could no longer sew with it, so she gave it to me.<br />
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She also gave me all of her notions as well. For you non-sewers types, notions are all the supplies that you need to be able to sew: needles, thread, thimbles, pins, chalk, measuring tape, etc. Included in her supplies were many spools of thread.<br />
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You sewer types are probably thinking, "That is no way to organize your grandmother's thread." But I have to keep the thread in its drawer like this. If I organize it, it will lose its magical powers.<br />
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You probably are wondering how it is that my supply of thread has magical powers? Well, let me tell you. I have owned this supply of thread for almost 20 years. I HAVE NEVER HAD TO BUY THREAD SINCE! I'm not kidding. </div>
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Nona's Magical Supply of Thread always has the exact color I need for every project. Many times I will buy fabric and think, "I should get matching thread." Then I say to myself, "Let me give Nona's Magical Supply of Thread a chance first." And sure enough, in that drawer will be the exact color I need.</div>
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In fact just today I was hemming some pants for my daughter. She had bought some scrubs for her trip to <a href="http://www.humanitizeexpeditions.com/" target="_blank">Guatemala</a>. She wanted colorful scrubs, so she bought lime green and red ones. Sure enough, in Nona's Magical Supply of Thread were the exact colors I needed.</div>
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Maybe you are still skeptical and don't believe that Nona's thread is magical. Maybe you are telling yourself, "Heather probably doesn't sew that much. She probably only hems pants every couple years or so." To you I say, "Nay. Nay." I have sewn over 20 quilts, several years worth of Halloween costumes for five children, countless dresses for my daughters, and many many purses. Look more closely at Nona's Magical Supply of Thread.</div>
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My Nona (my dad's mother) told me this story about her mother-in-law who everyone called "Ma Buchanan."<br />
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But here's the thing. If she finished her toast before she finished her tea, she'd make more toast.<br />
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Lavenia was one of 59 children because her father, <a href="http://miloandrus.org/">Milo Andrus</a>, was a polygamist and had 13 wives. I always joke that she rebelled from that life by having four husbands herself.</div>
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James and Lavenia married in 1888 and had four daughters in four years. In November of 1894, according to family legend, he took a train to Salt Lake and had lots of cash on him. He was going to buy Christmas presents for his daughters and some equipment for the restaurant she and James owned. He never made it to Salt Lake, he was murdered on the train for his money.</div>
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Once Fitch was notified that he had possession of the home again he sent two men to watch it. When Lavenia showed up at 3 o'clock in the morning, they "vamoosed."</div>
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J. Tom Fitch was known as the "Father of Helper." He is credited as having built the very first home in Helper. He was a real estate man and owned several properties. This was Lavenia's only home and she earned an income by doing laundry. Fitch was offered $1000 to let Lavenia stay in the home. The home was worth $300. Fitch refused the money.</div>
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A Certain Englishman's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14031914371157535368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179293184377243223.post-64210895533602262172012-05-27T16:23:00.000-07:002013-03-28T13:42:58.977-07:00Desperately Seeking Susan<h2>
Susan ? (?-?)</h2>
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My second great grandmother</h3>
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me --> Bruce Albert Buchanan --> Robert Amos Buchanan --> John Buchanan --> Susan</h4>
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When I was about 12 years old, I asked my mother to help me fill out my pedigree chart for the first time. Even then I had a love for learning about my ancestors. I still remember how I felt when my mother told me that we didn't know how to spell my great grandfather's mother's name. <br />
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Only that it sounded like "Boo-jean."<br />
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I couldn't believe that my Buchanan line ended so abruptly. How can my dad not know the name of his great grandmother?<br />
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Thus began what has turned out (so far) to be a life-long quest to find Susan. I have taken genealogy classes, visited countless family history centers, and ordered or tried to order court documents. And yet all these years later (30 to be exact) Susan's information remains the same on my chart.<br />
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Here's what I know:<br />
John had parents. (This seems obvious but frankly there have been times when I've wondered if he was dropped off by aliens at the turn of the 20th Century)<br />
John says he was born in Highland, Madison County, Illinois (I have never found any official documentation proving this.)<br />
John says his parents names were Nathaniel and Susan. His mother was from France; his father, Kentucky.<br />
John says his birthday is October 18, 1869.<br />
John worked on the railroad as a locomotive engineer.<br />
Family tradition says he left home at the age of 14 and spent time in Mexico.<br />
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Here's what I've discovered:<br />
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John was married before he married my great grandmother, June Miller Eckstein Buchanan.<br />
Her name was Catherine Shepler.<br />
They married on December 31, 1898.<br />
They were living together in Pueblo, Colorado in 1900.<br />
She sued him for divorce on January 27, 1905 for desertion and non-support in Pueblo, Colorado.<br />
John could speak French, Spanish and English.<br />
My grandfather told my father that we are French, not Scottish. This makes me wonder if Buchanan is an American version of "Boo-jean" and John took his mother's not his father's name.<br />
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The paper trail ends there. But I have found something that looks promising.<br />
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This is the only Susan from France that I have ever found living in Madison Illinois around the same time as John's birth. She's listed as living as a servant for a family also from France the Eismons. The reason why this census record looks promising is because her last name is Bogin. Sometimes census takers would write down the person's name based on what they heard and was not necessarily how it was spelled.<br />
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I have spent many long frustrating nights trying to find even the smallest of information about John's mother. But I wouldn't trade this journey for anything. This quest has developed in me a deep love for all of my ancestors, not just the Buchanan line. In looking for Susan, I have found literally hundreds along the way. <br />
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So I no longer consider myself<b> desperately </b>seeking Susan. Just seeking Susan. She'll appear when it's time.<br />
Update: I found her on March 22, 2103. Read about it<a href="http://bobandgert.blogspot.com/2013/03/the-24-year-genealogy-class.html" target="_blank"> here. </a><br />
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<br />A Certain Englishman's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14031914371157535368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179293184377243223.post-37035327587895572462012-05-20T14:29:00.002-07:002012-06-28T21:11:02.709-07:00Almost There<h2>
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The Millers were coal miners in Scotland. Life as a coal miner in Scotland wasn't easy. Charles' children are working in horrible conditions and not getting an education. A <a href="http://www.scottishmining.co.uk/16.html">Child Labor Law</a> protecting young coal miners had just barely been passed. Then his sixteen-year-old son comes home one day and tells him he has joined a new religion. He wants Charles to join it to. He does. Two years later he takes his wife and his 11 children and they set sail for America.<br />
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I think that the idea of emigrating to Utah would have seemed like both a spiritual and temporal salvation. He could leave the horrid working conditions of coal mining and seek a better life for his children. They would be able to go to school and not face the dangers of accidents and explosions.<br />
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How excited he must have been to land in New Orleans and set off for St. Louis, their last stop before they reach Utah. Sitting on the riverboat he probably thought, "I'm almost there." After landing in St. Louis, his son gets cholera and dies on June 22. Then his wife and then another son. Charles also gets cholera and dies on the Fourth of July. It seems almost cruel that his life should end on the same day that the country celebrates its beginning.<br />
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Did he regret coming, knowing he was now leaving his nine remaining children as orphans in a foreign land? Maybe he knew that my second great grandfather <a href="http://www.rootcellar.us/miller.htm">James</a> would assume the role as head of the family and raise enough money so that they could leave for Utah the next year. Maybe he knew that they would all marry and give him over 90 grandchildren. Maybe he even received an inkling that one of those grandchildren would have a <a href="http://www.lds.org/general-conference/2008/04/looking-back-and-moving-forward?lang=eng">grandson</a> who would one day become the president of the Church he had just joined. <br />
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<br />A Certain Englishman's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14031914371157535368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179293184377243223.post-87522495047163726822012-05-18T18:34:00.000-07:002018-08-10T20:02:52.677-07:00Never Underestimate the Power of a Hat<h2>
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This is a story my grandmother, Gertrude Maxine Wahl Buchanan (Nona), told me. I have no idea if it is true, but I think it makes for great family folklore.<br />
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<a href="http://bobandgert.blogspot.com/2012/06/tackling-tigress.html" target="_blank">Lavenia </a>had four husbands. When she was married to one of them, (I don't know which one but I don't think it was <a href="http://bobandgert.blogspot.com/2012/05/almost-there.html" target="_blank">James Miller</a> or <a href="http://bobandgert.blogspot.com/2012/07/to-part-no-more.html" target="_blank">James McComb</a>) she was living in Helper and decided she wanted a divorce. In those days you had to file a claim in Price Utah, about 6 miles away. The cost was $10.<br />
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Lavenia saved up her money and hitched up the wagon and set out for the courthouse in Price to get her divorce. On the way she passed by a store and saw a hat in the window.<br />
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Lavenia loved hats. She stopped to get a closer look and fell in love with the hat on display. The cost of the hat was $10. She decided she could stand to stay married a little longer, but couldn't go another minute without that hat. So she bought the hat instead of the divorce.<br />
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This is how I imagine she looked going back home.<br />
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This is what she actually looked like.<br />
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Maybe this is the hat she bought that day.<br /><br />Or maybe it was this one. <br />
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This story is about<br />
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Lavenia Andrus Miller McComb Sondberg Tryon (1854-1939)</h2>
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My second great grandmother</h3>
me --> Bruce Albert Buchanan --> Robert Amos Buchanan --> June Miller Eckstein Buchanan --> Lavenia Andrus Miller McComb Sondberg Tryon<br /><br />If you liked this story you might like: <br />
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<a href="http://bobandgert.blogspot.com/2012/06/tackling-tigress.html">TACKLING A TIGRESS </a><br />
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<br />A Certain Englishman's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14031914371157535368noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179293184377243223.post-49375525143579611242012-05-17T12:34:00.000-07:002012-05-17T12:40:36.925-07:00A Valiant Death<h2>
William James McComb (1895-1918)</h2>
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Half-brother of my great grandmother June Buchanan</h3>
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I just found a sad story about my great grandmother's half brother, William James McComb. He died in France during <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_War_I">World War I </a>of an accidental drowning. Here's a copy of the <a href="http://www.carbon-utgenweb.com/history8.html">letter</a> that describes what happened.<br />
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October 15, 1918<br />
Mrs. House:<br />
My dear Mrs. House <i>(I believe this is Viola McComb, William's sister, b. 1892 who married John Edward House)</i>, I wrote to your mother the day after your brother was drowned but evidently the letter miscarried. I regret very much to have had to write to the relatives of many of my men a death notice and especially the death notice of a man who never gave me any cause for complaint.<br />
He was in all ways a model soldier, prompt in obedience and cheerful as well. He never missed a roll call nor was he ever late to a formation. He always worked hard when given a task to do. In fact, I considered him one of the most capable of the young soldiers and would shortly have recommended him for his first promotion.<br />
We were hurrying the construction of our camp and he had been on the detail, that was, getting sand out of the River Loire. The Loire is not so very deep but is very swift with a shifting sand bottom. The River at this point is about 1/4 a mile wide. Your brother worked a double shift in order to get off this afternoon. Before he went to camp he decided to take a swim. On the far side of the river there is a whirlpool and he had the misfortune to swim into this. He shouted for help and the other men immediately went to his assistance. He had been sucked under and was in the water only 15 minutes. The doctors were waiting on the bank when the men brought his body ashore but they could not resusicate him. His knees were drawn up under his chin when he was taken from the water seeming to indicate he had had a cramp. The body is buried in the cemetery at the town of Saumur and will be shipped home to you at the Government's expense as soon as possible.<br />
I have had a picture taken of the grave and as soon as they are developed and printed, I will mail you one.<br />
<b>A soldier expects to lose his life in action and when so lost it is accepted as war's fortune but I regret very much to lose a man accidently.</b><br />
His personal effects were shipped a short time ago. If you do not receive them let me know and if there is anything I can do I will be pleased and more to do it for you. It is the least that can be done to reward service; honest and faithful, character; excellent and O.K.<br />
John Roberts<br />
Casu. Co. F. 31st Engineers R. Tc<br />
A.P. O 718 A.E.F.<br />
<i>Note: He was buried two years later in the <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GSln=McComb&GSfn=William&GSbyrel=all&GSdy=1918&GSdyrel=in&GSob=n&GRid=12522497&df=all&">Spanish Fork Cemetery</a></i><br />
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I can't imagine how frustrating it must be to lose a son to a simple accident so far away. I think I would say to myself, "He went all that way just to drown in a creek because of a cramp?" I would imagine you'd almost want your son to die valiantly facing the enemy that threatens our freedom. Yet the reality is that he left to fight in a war, and just because he didn't die in battle doesn't mean he wasn't willing to.A Certain Englishman's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14031914371157535368noreply@blogger.com0