The upcoming bridal showers and wedding celebrations have me thinking about past showers and weddings. This week is your parents 61st (!) anniversary so I think it's very appropriate to be gathering to celebrate Brian and Monet's wedding as well as Lindsay's and Jesse's. I believe they would each be pleased.
My Long Island bridal shower was probably the first time I met many of the various aunts, cousins and family friends. What I recall more than anything was how welcome I felt especially by so many newly introduced women. I felt accepted, loved and welcome to the family and I've been so appreciative of that all these years. I was also a bit overwhelmed by the generous gifts. To this day, I use the sewing basket that Aunt Rose gave me! Every time I get it out I remember where is came from and smile a bit.
I hope that Monet and Jesse feel equally welcome and accepted. Further, I truly hope that in 25 years, they still smile a bit at the memory of this time in their lives.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
A little bit of census sense
Sorry I did not get to post anything last week. I hope some of you missed me! I've been thinking especially about Thomas so this post is a little history lesson in his honor. I suspect I may not be sharing anything historically new for him, but perhaps putting my own spin on it will be enlightening to some of you.
The US census records are extraordinarily valuable in family research. These were taken every 10 years starting in 1790 and become public 72 years later. I'm not sure how 72 was selected for the number of years, but I believe it had to do with average life span at the time of the decision. In other words, most could expect that those appearing in the newly public census would have died in the meantime. Therefore April 1 2012 (less than a year away!) is circled in red on my calendar as that is when the 1940 census will become public.
Each of you has likely filled out census forms for yourselves but this is not how the information was collected "back in the day". Census enumerators were hired to go door to door to record information about the inhabitants. This information was recorded by hand based on the answers given by whomever answered the door. Just imagine that for about one minute and you can see how much room there is for error in that process: language barriers, enumerator shortcomings (some handwriting in the census records looks as though this person was barely literate), neighbors answering the questions for the household across the street and etc. Not unlike the hoopla raised over proper enumeration of the homeless in many urban areas. A great deal depends on the census count -- congressional districts for a prime example. Anyhow, though the census records are wonderful resources, they are also very prone to error.
Most of the 1890 census was destroyed in a fire. This is a critical time period for your ancestors as this is the time when they were settling in this country, starting their work lives and families. The years between the 1880 and 1900 census records are "prime" for your family. It created a great big hole and although New York has its own census for 1892 it is largely not yet indexed making it much more difficult to use.
When the 1940 census becomes public, I expect to find your mother and her brother living with their grandparents. I expect to find your dad at home with his sisters and his parents. But just because these are the thing I "expect" to find, there's near certainty that I will also find some wonderful genealogical gems. Finding your g g grandfather Giuseppe Nicholas Coffarelli in the 1910 census with his son John and THEN (years later) finally locating the missing Margaret Innocenca Coffarelli living in the VERY SAME HOUSE. I count 15 people in that house in 1910. Imagine the dinner table!!!
The US census records are extraordinarily valuable in family research. These were taken every 10 years starting in 1790 and become public 72 years later. I'm not sure how 72 was selected for the number of years, but I believe it had to do with average life span at the time of the decision. In other words, most could expect that those appearing in the newly public census would have died in the meantime. Therefore April 1 2012 (less than a year away!) is circled in red on my calendar as that is when the 1940 census will become public.
Each of you has likely filled out census forms for yourselves but this is not how the information was collected "back in the day". Census enumerators were hired to go door to door to record information about the inhabitants. This information was recorded by hand based on the answers given by whomever answered the door. Just imagine that for about one minute and you can see how much room there is for error in that process: language barriers, enumerator shortcomings (some handwriting in the census records looks as though this person was barely literate), neighbors answering the questions for the household across the street and etc. Not unlike the hoopla raised over proper enumeration of the homeless in many urban areas. A great deal depends on the census count -- congressional districts for a prime example. Anyhow, though the census records are wonderful resources, they are also very prone to error.
Most of the 1890 census was destroyed in a fire. This is a critical time period for your ancestors as this is the time when they were settling in this country, starting their work lives and families. The years between the 1880 and 1900 census records are "prime" for your family. It created a great big hole and although New York has its own census for 1892 it is largely not yet indexed making it much more difficult to use.
When the 1940 census becomes public, I expect to find your mother and her brother living with their grandparents. I expect to find your dad at home with his sisters and his parents. But just because these are the thing I "expect" to find, there's near certainty that I will also find some wonderful genealogical gems. Finding your g g grandfather Giuseppe Nicholas Coffarelli in the 1910 census with his son John and THEN (years later) finally locating the missing Margaret Innocenca Coffarelli living in the VERY SAME HOUSE. I count 15 people in that house in 1910. Imagine the dinner table!!!
Sunday, May 1, 2011
May Day 2011
It's official! Spring has arrived for us and for you as well, I hope. I did some garden work today and was able to admire how my new tulip bulbs are coming along. It's been several years since I've had the time or inclination to plant new bulbs in the fall but this year, I have a new garden and some spare time on my hands. Now I get to reap the benefits.
For today I just have some random things to share. Amy has a new address as of today: 1442 Pearce Park Apt 9 Erie PA 16502. She's very happy to be moving "out of the ghetto" as she calls it.
We all remember those first new places we had on our own, right? I'm not sure we always remember the second place though. Brings to mind the new requirements being considered for those passport applicants who cannot supply the standard certified birth certificate. I looked at the questions such applicants will need to answer. It asks for all addresses you have ever had (!). It also asks for your mother's address 1 year prior to your birth and then her address 1 year later. I find this very interesting and wondering if those applicants who cannot supply the standard birth certificate will have the kind of resources to keep such residential tracking. I'm not certain I could answer all those questions accurately.
It's May Day and we used to put together these little baskets of flowers (dandelions were prominent) and cookies taken from the drawer for my Mom. It's a fun little tradition that seems to have died away. It seems almost no tradition was lacking in "the wedding" this week. Wasn't it beautiful? It was such a treat for the eyes especially after all the tornado devastation in the south. Anyhow, I don't know what it is about weddings that chokes me up every single time. With 2 Dalpiaz weddings and 3 Ryan weddings this year, I plan to stock up on tissues.
We'll be thinking of Thomas this week and wishing we could be there too.
For today I just have some random things to share. Amy has a new address as of today: 1442 Pearce Park Apt 9 Erie PA 16502. She's very happy to be moving "out of the ghetto" as she calls it.
We all remember those first new places we had on our own, right? I'm not sure we always remember the second place though. Brings to mind the new requirements being considered for those passport applicants who cannot supply the standard certified birth certificate. I looked at the questions such applicants will need to answer. It asks for all addresses you have ever had (!). It also asks for your mother's address 1 year prior to your birth and then her address 1 year later. I find this very interesting and wondering if those applicants who cannot supply the standard birth certificate will have the kind of resources to keep such residential tracking. I'm not certain I could answer all those questions accurately.
It's May Day and we used to put together these little baskets of flowers (dandelions were prominent) and cookies taken from the drawer for my Mom. It's a fun little tradition that seems to have died away. It seems almost no tradition was lacking in "the wedding" this week. Wasn't it beautiful? It was such a treat for the eyes especially after all the tornado devastation in the south. Anyhow, I don't know what it is about weddings that chokes me up every single time. With 2 Dalpiaz weddings and 3 Ryan weddings this year, I plan to stock up on tissues.
We'll be thinking of Thomas this week and wishing we could be there too.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
A nice little reminder to always look at the back of the pictures--this is what I found on the backs of these pictures. I'm pretty sure these are of Phillip Coffarelli (but I'm not certain) and I love his handwriting and humor. I have no idea in the world what he's talking about so any insight would be appreciated. I thought you would enjoy.
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What do you think?
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What do you think?
Sunday, April 17, 2011
The Prime of of Miss Jean Coffarelli
Warning: I have no idea what the story "The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie" is even about, but I thought it was a cute title for this post to honor your mother's life before she became a Dalpiaz via some old pictures. Enjoy and reflect on your Mom this week!
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Travels with Oscar
Oscar is going to Gloucester with us. No, not Oscar the cat. Oscar the Coleman cooler.
I was giving the cooler its spring cleaning in preparation to go on the trip with us, scrubbing off the dirt and cobwebs like a madwoman. I realized some of the dirt and gunk coming off there was probably left over from last spring's baseball season. Some of it might have been dirt carried home from the extra inning, Ryan-chugging-the-bases, upset League Championship win.
This cooler has been part of the family for years and years. It has gone along to nearly every outdoor event the kids were involved in: parades, baseball and softball, football and field hockey. It's held ice, drinks, towels, sunflower seeds, band aids and popsicles. It was on the sidelines getting a better view than I had of Ryan's winning run and Amy's game saving block in Oneonta one very cold night. It's been a seat, a footstool, a door stop. It witnessed the softball team no hitting another team in the sectional championship yet losing. We took ice out of it for Jim's head when he banged it leaping up in joy when we won the state championship. We used a wet towel from it to wipe Ryan's bloody nose after a youth football skirmish. It took the long quiet ride home after the field hockey states.
Now it's retired too. It's travelling to Gloucester with us for a leisurely few days "on the coast". It's all cleaned up and spiffy. Maybe it shouldn't be all cleaned up--but I guess it's ready for new adventures and memories.
Happy birthday shoutout to Nick, Thomas, Lindsay!
I was giving the cooler its spring cleaning in preparation to go on the trip with us, scrubbing off the dirt and cobwebs like a madwoman. I realized some of the dirt and gunk coming off there was probably left over from last spring's baseball season. Some of it might have been dirt carried home from the extra inning, Ryan-chugging-the-bases, upset League Championship win.
This cooler has been part of the family for years and years. It has gone along to nearly every outdoor event the kids were involved in: parades, baseball and softball, football and field hockey. It's held ice, drinks, towels, sunflower seeds, band aids and popsicles. It was on the sidelines getting a better view than I had of Ryan's winning run and Amy's game saving block in Oneonta one very cold night. It's been a seat, a footstool, a door stop. It witnessed the softball team no hitting another team in the sectional championship yet losing. We took ice out of it for Jim's head when he banged it leaping up in joy when we won the state championship. We used a wet towel from it to wipe Ryan's bloody nose after a youth football skirmish. It took the long quiet ride home after the field hockey states.
Now it's retired too. It's travelling to Gloucester with us for a leisurely few days "on the coast". It's all cleaned up and spiffy. Maybe it shouldn't be all cleaned up--but I guess it's ready for new adventures and memories.
Happy birthday shoutout to Nick, Thomas, Lindsay!
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Then our whole life changed
Another excerpt from Great Aunt Rose Jazwicki's journal:
Mother (Caterina Contenta Messa) was born in Italy. When she was a young girl, she came to her sister (Anna Contenta Lessie) in America. It was a small mining town by the name of Lafferty, Ohop. There she met a young man, and was married within a month. In a period of eight years mother had five children.
For fourteen blissful short years we lived happily with in the family. Except once in a while they would have a family quarrel which was all over with in an hour.
During that time my father's younger brother Onofrio wanted to come to America with his wife.My father sent them the money.
They cam and lived with us (for we had a very big house). Several months went by, and everything
was fine. Then father had an argument with his brother so he then made his own home. After that father sent money to Italy for another brother named Frank to come to Ohio.
Mother (Caterina Contenta Messa) was born in Italy. When she was a young girl, she came to her sister (Anna Contenta Lessie) in America. It was a small mining town by the name of Lafferty, Ohop. There she met a young man, and was married within a month. In a period of eight years mother had five children.
For fourteen blissful short years we lived happily with in the family. Except once in a while they would have a family quarrel which was all over with in an hour.
During that time my father's younger brother Onofrio wanted to come to America with his wife.My father sent them the money.
Onofrio Passenger list arr July 5 1910
They cam and lived with us (for we had a very big house). Several months went by, and everything
was fine. Then father had an argument with his brother so he then made his own home. After that father sent money to Italy for another brother named Frank to come to Ohio.
Franceso Passenger list arr Aug 13 1921
They came, it was then our whole life changed.
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