tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25716860131681341652012-02-24T13:01:25.558-07:00A posting of on-going genealogical and historical research by P. Davidson-Peters.Pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17973697863628476748noreply@blogger.comBlogger201100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2571686013168134165.post-3430938523037495302012-02-14T05:57:00.002-07:002012-02-15T06:51:46.535-07:00

My grandparents came to Arizona over 75 years ago.  They came to work on the dams which would generate power, distribute water and breathe life into the sparsely populated valley.   As hard-working North Dakota farmers, they auctioned off their farm and headed west, thankful to find work.  They adapted well to the heat of summer days and the chill of the desert nights, and settled down to

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The Search of his parents - Daniel and Eliza (Harvey) In late October I was contacted by researcher Steve Shaffer who was looking into the ancestry of his grandson.  He had recently visited Pine Tree Cemetery in Shiawasee, Michigan where Betsey Ann (Peters) was laid to rest.  The daughter of James Peters and Marguerite (Wait) of Halfmoon, Saratoga Co., New York, Betsey was born in Johnstown,

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BEULAH ABRAMS (MOORE) VOSBURGHKnown in Death as "Mary Cecelia" Vosburgh On our 1992 visit to St. Louis, my mother and I visited the beautiful and tranquil Bellefontaine Cemetery in St. Louis where we knew my 2nd great grandfather, Thomas A. Moore, was laid to rest.  While there, we looked about for headstone markers of other family members and made notes of possible relations, including one

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Researching the Mistaken Identification of a Photo As noted in my previous blog, "A Fiche Fifteen Years Later," I discovered the Arbuckle surname of my father's paternal great grandmother by an interesting fluke. Not long after, I came across a book on microfilm titled, "The Arbuckles of East Wawanosh" written by Doreen Menzies Arbuckle. While I had it on loan, I made copies of a few of the

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Sorting Out the Clark and Cora Avenue Connections My mother was born and raised in St. Louis, that place which had been home to her ancestors since its days as a trading post along the Mississippi. But her favorite and most memorable days as a child were spent in nearby Webster Groves where she and her granny would visit Granny Mae's sister, Mabel Jones, who owned a 1906 two-story home on a

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A St. Louis Carpenter and Husband of Caroline (Pilcher) For many years I've wondered about the Kalb family.  Specifically, James Kalb who was married to Caroline (Pilcher) - the sister of my 2nd great grandmother Clarissa. Among the letters, photos and news clippings which Clarissa's husband, T.A. Moore, had saved, there were scraps of paper in which he had written down details of important

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Mr. Hendry - St. Louis Carpenter, Husband of Jane That trunk, that trunk. If you have been following my blogs or websites, you'll have heard about it before, and can expect to hear about it again.   It's a cliché, yes, but that trunk is truly a treasure trove of family history. Among the letters in the trunk, were mentions of a man named Hendry married to Jane. From whence he came, other

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Bushwhackers and Broken Hearts by P.J. Sullivan The Publication of Letters Held in Care by my 2nd Great-grandfather, T.A. Moore Thanks to Mr. Sullivan for publishing the Civil War letters of John M. Barton. Our families were brought together during the Civil War when Barton and Moore both served in Co. K of the 33rd MO regiment. Barton died in May 1863, and fellow soldier, Thomas Anderson

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Recalling the Coinkydink which Uncovered my Scottish Roots When researching one's family, there are bound to be those incidents that stand out so clearly in our mind even after many years have passed.  In April of 1996, I had one of these utterly and completely incredible incidents one afternoon at a nearby Family History Library where I had been researching for a couple of years.   As a

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Awaiting the Aftermath of Another Siege THIS ONE BY MOTHER NATURE A brief re-visit to the historic city by P. Davidson-Peters As I sat listening to the soft falling rain from my home office in Arizona this Thursday, I was all too aware of residents in the Mississippi River Valley who were experiencing the most significant flooding the area had seen since 1927 when 246 of Vicksburg's

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A CHRONOLOGY OF OLD FAMILY LETTERS A Spring Cleaning Idea by P. Davidson-Peters Spring has finally arrived.  The weather is warming, the birds are nesting, the flowers are blooming, and many have probably begun their Spring cleaning.  Sometimes that means cleaning out closets and drawers, and happily packing away those heavy winter clothes.  For me, it signaled a time to begin unpacking my

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Edward McCafferty PilcherA Handsome Civil War Prisoner Detained at Myrtle Street Prison During the Civil War years, St. Louis was a hub of activity due to its location on the rivers and the military training post and hospital at Jefferson Barracks. Although loyalties of the North and South often divided friends and family, this was not the case with the Pilcher family. All ten of the children

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EDUARDO ROSSOMANNO “Truth and Love never have a beginning or an end.” - E. Rossomanno I first began my correspondence with Uncle Eddie in 1992. Although he was technically my grandmother's first cousin, in my desire to address him with respect when I initially wrote him, I called him Uncle; and did so always after. I had the very good fortune of meeting him not long after when my

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Celebrating My Irish Heritage After many years of researching, there are still brick walls that keep me from learning all I wish to know about my Irish ancestors. Still, there remains hope, especially when the kindness of others bring forth something new. Joel Smith, a full-time factory maker and part-time volunteer firefighter and EMT, kindly photographed the headstone of my great-great

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In Italy, where my ancestors lived and where my dear cousins still reside, they celebrate Onomastico or Name Day. The Italians often name their little bambinos for saints or for the saint on whose feast day they were born, but sometimes for a connection to a patron saint of the town in which they live, or a special fondness the parents may have for a particular saint. Today, if I lived in Italy

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Last April we purchased a home only a few miles from the one we sold. Although it was sound and sturdy, it required quite a bit of work to bring it up to date. One of our very first projects was to remove the worn carpet. Ten months later, we also decided to remove the Saltillo tile in the sun room and lay porcelain tile throughout the house to give it a seamless flow. Removing the ceramic

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While there is a lull in my research as work continues on our home, I snapped this photo just before the sun began to sink behind the long mountain ranges. The starkness of the dead tree was accentuated by barren landscape and endless skies; and I liked the contrast of colors. Also, one can't help but notice that like the bare but sturdy branches whose limbs become thinner and more numerous, so

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I was born in Arizona, as was my father - and unless you live in this beautiful, versatile state, you might not realize that this is now fairly uncommon. Most people who live here, have come from other states, especially in the last two decades. My grandpa was one of the thousands who had come here for work in the 1930s when they were looking for men to work on the Arizona dams. He came from

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I launched my new website "Early St. Louis" in December. I hope to hear from others researching these early families who tie into Joshua Pilcher, the fur trader who succeeded Manuel Lisa in the Missouri Fur Company and William Clark as the Superintendent of Indian Affairs.

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It’s pretty typical of me to be working on several things at a time, and this month is no exception. A few of the projects include new contact from our cousins in Italy, obituaries and death notices I have received from the St. Louis Public Library in connection with Ligett & Myer, of our Shaw line, and today I’ve received photos of Cedar Creek cemetery in Texas relative to the Tisdale line. I

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