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Saturday Night Genealogy Fun: Your Paternal Grandfather’s Matrilineal Line

It’s hard to believe we are already half way through 2022 and this weekend is the last weekend of June. It’s also time for Saturday Night Genealogy Fun with Randy Seaver.

Here is our challenge:

1)  Who is in your paternal grandfather’s matrilineal line (i.e., the mother of your paternal grandfather, and her mother, etc.)

Because this is part of the Rusyn branch of my family tree, where records don’t extend back any further than the early 1800s, this will be an extremely short post for me.

George Kucharik, aka Sabo (1893-1936) is my paternal grandfather.

His mother was Maria Kacsenyak (1859-1926) who married Stephen Kucharik aka Tomko aka Sabo in 1877 in Vsyna Sebastova, Slovakia.

Her mother was Anna Haluska (1832-1899+) who married Michael Kacsenyak (1834-1899+) in 1858 in Ruska Nova Ves, Slovakia.

Her mother was Maria Hovance (c1795-?1834+) who married Andreas Haluska before 1831.

That’s it for my grandfather’s matrilineal line.In fact, if Anna had been born just a few years earlier, I wouldn’t even know the names of her parents.

There are no earlier vital records and my ancestors were peasant farmers who didn’t own anything that needed probate.

Thank you, Randy, for this week’s challenge. It was definitely a quick one for me.

Saturday Night Genealogy Fun: Your Grandmother Memories

Randy Seaver has issued his latest challenge for Saturday Night Genealogy Fun on Genea-Musings:

1)  I found this on Facebook:

I was blessed to have many years with both of my grandmothers, as they lived long lives. My paternal grandmother, Julia (Scerbak) Sabo, was born 17 August 1893 and died on 29 May 1985, while my maternal grandmother, Hazel Ethel (Coleman) Adams was born 7 February 1901 and passed away on 21 April 1995.
They were very different personalities, but I adored them both. What I remember most about Nana (Julia) is that she was one fiesty, smart lady in spite of the limited opportunities she had growing up in a Carpatho-Rusyn village. Nana spoke Rusyn, English and enough Hungarian and Ukrainian to get by in spite of the fact that her village school only offered a 4th grade education.

Nana, about 1952
The most fun we had together was on Friday nights or Saturday mornings when we walked together to downtown Passaic. The streets were filled with shoppers or, usually in my case, browsers.
We window shopped and always went into Kresge’s and McCrorys dime stores, admiring the pretty clothes, handkerchiefs, knick knacks and holiday displays in December. Occasionally, I got a special treat if Nana decided we needed an ethnic dessert from the Jefferson Street Bakery. Their cookies and cakes were to die for!
The only downside to our Friday night wanderings was when we ran into one or more of Nana’s friends – like very block we walked – and we had to stop while the ladies gossiped. It was a boring few minutes for a 10 year old girl, but made even more so because they always conversed in Rusyn!
The stores closed at 9:00 p.m., but we always started the walk back home by 8:00 or 8:30 as it was just over a mile from home to McCrory’s, the furthest stop on our shopping route.
Even though Bus #3 ran all along Lexington Avenue from downtown to the corner of my street, I don’t ever remember riding the bus on a single Friday night outing.
My maternal grandmother, Hazel, or Grandmother as I was taught to call her, was, by nature, a much more formal person.

Grandmother & Me, 1957
However, more formal didn’t mean that we didn’t have fun together. This photo was taken at my grandparents’ camp on Little Sebago Lake in Maine.
What I remember most about Grandmother is how creative – both artistically and musically – she was. Grandmother loved to paint. I remember lots of flowers, probably because she also loved to garden, and she had several pieces of furniture that were stenciled in her house and at the lake camp.
I also remember Grandmother played the piano beautifully. She could read music, but I never thought to ask where she learned. Grandmother was even the reason I had a little tabletop plug in organ.
She tried to teach me to play the piano, but I never got much past middle C. I did learn to play My Country Tis of Thee and a couple of other songs on the organ, but her creative gene didn’t get passed down to me.
My grandmothers were both wonderful people and I still miss them today.
Thanks, Randy, for this week’s challenge.

Saturday Night Genealogy Fun: What Search/Research Did You Do Last Week?

It’s time for Saturday Night Genealogy Fun and I’m so pleased that Randy Seaver is home from the hospital and up for issuing a new challenge for us:

1)  What genealogy search/research did you do last week?  Did you have a research goal or plan?  Tell us about one or more search/research session.

With the hot desert summer having arrived – it’s 106 degrees today – I decided to work on cleaning up my genealogy software.

My current project is to work through all of my direct lines, making sure that I have census images for all possible years.

I knew that I’d be adding quite a few entries to my program because there are many families that haven’t been worked on by me for years.

The most interesting census find was for William Tarbox, my 4X great grandfather. William was born 21 March 1779 in New Gloucester, Cumberland, Maine and died on 22 May 1860.

Because I had found birth, marriage and death dates for William and he died in May 1860, which meant he might not be in the 1860 census, I don’t think I ever went looking for him.

His wife, Judith survived him by just over one year, dying on 6 July 1861.

They are buried in the New Gloucester Cemetery and their gravestone is still standing and legible.

However, the 1860 census brought a surprise:

William Tarbox appears on the 1860 Mortality Schedule, but not in New Gloucester. Instead, he died in Augusta, Kennebec, Maine and is included on a list that appears to be from the State Hospital.

Then entry, on Line 23, gives his age as 82, which is off by just a year. He died from erysipelas, which is a strep infection on the skin, resulting in what is said to be a ‘fiery red rash.’

The enumerator also added that he was insane, but I’d take that with a grain of salt because every person on the list is described as insane. He certainly might have had dementia at his age, but there is no way to verify it. The entry further states that he had been ill for one week.

It’s also not evident how long William had been in Augusta. Given that he lived in New Gloucester in 1850, it’s possible he might have been hospitalized for as long as ten years.

Augusta is about 40 miles north of New Gloucester, so it doesn’t seem reasonable that his family took him there because he had erysipelas.

Maine Genealogy Archives has a database of all the patients who died at the Augusta Mental Health Institute, 1841-1899. At the time, it was called the Maine Insane Hospital.

William Tarbox is in the database with the same date of death that is found on his gravestone – 22 May 1860.

Cumberland County, Maine is a burned county so there is no will or probate to be found and, unless the county placed him in the hospital, there wouldn’t be any local record about his well being.

The Maine State Archives has bound volumes of patient records from October 1840 to 1910. Hmm. I think I will be contacting the Archives on Monday morning!

Thanks, Randy, for this week’s challenge. It’s great that you are well on your way to recovery.