I have been looking for 1910 Census records for Deschutes County, Oregon. They should have been available on Ancestry.com but I never found them. No matter how many ways I looked, those records just weren’t there. You all probably see where this is heading. Deschutes County wasn’t organized until 1916. Before that it was part of Crook County. I knew that many Oregon counties were reorganized over the years but I had stopped thinking and letting Ancestry.com do the work. I wasn’t asking the right question and it wasn’t giving any hints why I wasn’t getting the results I expected.
Now that I know I should be looking in Crook County, I can’t browse through Ancestry’s collection. Not a problem. Archive.org came to the rescue. I did a search and found this page: Archive.orgOregon 1910 Federal Census. This gave me images of the Oregon 1910 Census in PDF format. Good news/bad news. The files are microfilm images; no index. All of a sudden I am back in the 70s searching census records image by image, but that is OK.
I will find the information I am looking for and in the process I was reminded to ask the right questions and to not stop thinking for myself just because a program makes the work easier.
As populations grew, it became necessary to identify people with more than just one name. Sometime in the Middle Ages last names, surnames, became common. Often taken from occupations–Smith, Farmer, Miller–or physical attributes–Red,Long, Short (Green must have been a seasick sailor!), last names helped distinguish between Godwin the Miller and Godwin the Farmer, important distinctions when the government is out collecting taxes. As the practice of using last names grew, they became associated with families and clans, bonding individuals into identifiable groups.
In many cultures, the family name belonged to and followed the male line, with the wife assuming her husband’s last name and the children of the marriage given their father’s last name. This convention was far from universal, however.
Scandinavian surnames names used to be derived from their father’s first name, suffixing the equivalent of son or daughter so that surnames would change from generation to generation. I don’t have to go back too far in my family tree to find Ane Olava Nilsdatter, the daughter(datter) of Nils Johan Nilsen; or Johannes Olsen , son (sen) of Ole Johannesen. That naming convention changed when the Scandinavian countries passed laws requiring heritable names (consistent surnames passed from one generation to the next). Denmark passed naming laws in 1820, with Sweden following in 1901, and Norway in 1923. When required to adopt heritable surnames, families were not required to use any particular name. Many continued to use the name in use when the laws were passed, while others chose names associated with their farm, with their occupation,or whatever they felt would be a good surname. When Scandinavians immigrated to America, they were often at the mercy of the immigration officer who wrote down what ever he thought he heard or what he could spell. Many immigrants also chose to Americanize there names to better fit in with their newly adopted country. For a much more in depth explanation check out What your Scandinavian name ending in son or sen means or UnderstandingNorwegian naming patterns.
While researching my wife Laura’s Spanish heritage, I learned quite a bit about Spanish surnames and discovered that I have a lot more to learn. Surnames consist of two names, the first from the father and the second from the mother, occasionally connected with ‘y’ or ‘e’ (and). Traditionally, women did not change their names when they got married, although it has become common for the woman to suffix “de” and her husband’s last name. Following form, their children’s surnames would be a compound surname taken from their father and mother. Each generation the surnames would change. This method of changing surnames makes researching Spanish genealogy very difficult but once you have a person that you are sure is related and that you have the correct surname, you have a very good lead on both the father and mother. Using this form of father’s first surname followed by mother’s first surname, I’m pretty sure I have errors in my tree but these are the names that I have found and until finding more documentation, probably won’t change them.
There are other variations to Spanish surnames. Each part of the surname can also be a compound name. An example given in a Wikipedia article:
“…the parts usually linked by the conjunction y or e (and), by the preposition de (of) or by a hyphen. For example, a person’s name might be Juan Pablo Fernández de Calderón García-Iglesias, consisting of a forename (Juan Pablo), a paternal surname (Fernándezde Calderón) and a maternal surname (García-Iglesias).” (Check out Widipedia’s Spanish naming customs).
Typically, Spaniards do not have a middle name. Instead, everything before the surname is considered their given name, and that can be quite a lot. Unlike Scandinavian countries, Spain continues with their surname tradition and has laws specifying how surnames are implemented. There are some exceptions to the father-mother ordering of the surnames but any changes have to apply to all the children of the marriage. As Spanish populations immigrated to America, they encountered many of the same issues as other immigrants with the immigration officers not understanding or knowing how to spell the names they were told, that husband and wife didn’t have the same surnames, and that Spaniards had (at least) two surnames. Usually the maternal surname was dropped; sometimes the paternal surname was mistaken for a middle name and the maternal surname became the family’s surname in the US.
Post a comment if you know how other cultures did or now do surnames. Meanwhile, I am going to dig into Gaelic names and see how those differ and how they have changed over time.
As I slouch in my recliner eating dinner while binge watching The Game of Thrones, my thoughts wander to sit-down dinners with family gathered around the table discussing how their day went and sharing their lives.
Poof! It all disappears as I drop another piece of salad in my lap. So, let’s clean up the salad mess and fire up the imagination again and see who is sitting around our imaginary table.
Of course, my mother, Mickie Stoe (Ethel Maxine Spring) is right there in the middle of everything. After all, she got me started in genealogy and spent a lot of effort trying to find out about our family.
The first guests to arrive at our family dinner are David and Jean(McClure) Dinwiddie. Born in Ireland and married in Pennsylvania, thirty years before the American Revolution, David and Jean could tell us what it was like to leave not only their home but their country to settle in a far away colony across the Atlantic Ocean. If we are lucky, maybe they can remember the stories of their grandparents and how they left Scotland, willingly or unwillingly, to settle in Northern Ireland.
James H Wilson and his wife Mary (Dinwiddie) arrive next. Mary is David’s and Jean’s great grand daughter, but they were invited to dinner to share what motivated them to leave Indiana to face a difficult and unsure future out West and to tell us about their wagon train trip from Indiana to Oregon, filling in all the personal successes and tribulations that were not written into the Dinwiddie Trail Diary. We don’t know when the Wilsons came to this country. Maybe James can share stories he heard from his parents and grandparents about their migration to America.
Our last guests are relatively late comers to the American table. Ivar Olsen and Marianne Iversdatter were married in Norway and immigrated to Oregon about 1880, bringing most, but not all of their children. How were Norwegians treated in rural Oregon. Was farming much different in Norway than in Oregon? Why did some children stay in Norway until brought over several years later?
So there is our Dinner for Eight. Not just names in our tree, but real people who at different times, pulled up roots and moved great distances to uncertain futures. Was it the lure of better farm land, religious or political freedom, or just the desire to move on to something new? How are their stories similar? How are they different? There is much to share. This dinner party will last well into the night.
My Great-Great Grandmother Mary Naomi Magee was born on 29 Jun1882 in Callahan, Texas, USA as the fourth child of Henry James Magee and Margaret Jane Neeley. Grandma Mary died in Coos Bay, Oregon, on 12 January 1989. At 106, she lived longer than any other of my direct ancestors for whom I have birth and death information.
In her long life, Mary outlived at least four of her five siblings, three husbands, and seven of her nine children.
Mary Magee’s five siblings were: Joseph Harvey, Wiley David, Idonia Dona, Alice Viola, and Clara Eveal.
When she was 16, she married Asa Prichard, son of Andrew Jackson Prichard and Lydia Ellen Logan, on 26 May 1899 in Wilson County,Texas.
Asa Prichard and Mary Naomi Magee had the following children:
1. Henry Jackson Prichard was born on 27 May 1900 in Big Springs,Howard, Texas, USA. He died on 13 Jan 1983 in Roseburg, Douglas Co., OR. He married Ella Etna Pickle about 1928 in Oregon, USA. He married Irene S Wilson in 1941 in Payette, Idaho.
2. Allison Logan Prichard was born on 01 Jun 1902 in Karnes City,Texas. He died on 08 Aug 1996 in North Bend, Coos, Oregon, United States of America. He married Maybelle Katherine Winslow in Bend, Deschutes, Oregon, USA.
3. Maggie E Pritchard was born on 22 Aug 1904 in Karnes City,Texas. She died on 17 Aug 1983 in Oakridge, Lane Co., Oregon. She married Ray Olsen on 04 Sep 1920 in Lane, Oregon, USA. She married Marvin Dale Jonas on 11 May 1940.
4. Lee Prichard was born on 17 Aug 1907 in Karnes City, TX, USA. Lee died in 1908 in Big Springs, Howard, Texas, USA.
5. Lora Prichard was born on 17 Aug 1907 in Karnes City, TX. She died on 23 Dec 1927 in Bend, Deschutes, Oregon, USA.
6. Loretta Eva Prichard was born on 22 Apr 1915 in Bend,Deschutes, Oregon, USA. She died on 31 Mar 1963 in Butte, Silver Bow, Montana, USA. She married Raymond B Graham on 14 Jul 1945 in Klickitat County, Washington, USA. She married Theodore John Van Thiel on 18 Dec 1951 in Conrad, Pondera, Montana.
7. Florence Prichard was born on 21 Apr 1917 in Bend, Deschutes,Oregon, USA. She died on 05 Jul 1982 in Bend, Deschutes, Oregon, USA.
8. Haley Ray Prichard was born on 11 Sep 1918 in Bend, Deschutes, Oregon, USA. He died on 02 Jul 1995 in Portland, Multnomah, Oregon,United States of America. He married Sibyle Marie Daly on 02 Jan 1940 in Payette, Idaho. In 1945, Haley married Viola Lindstrom with whom he had seven children [Thanks to Robert Prichard forthe correction]. He married Kay Dooley on 19 Mar 1965 in Multnomah, Oregon, United States.
9. Naomi Laveal Prichard was born in Oct 1921 in Mohawk, Lane Co, OR. She died on 15 Dec 1974 in Medford, Jackson, Oregon, United States.
Asa and Mary moved to Oregon around 1910. Asa Prichard died in
Albert Chapman and Mary Naomi Magee Prichard were married around 1927. They had no children. Albert Chapman died in 1930.
Royal Edward Ullrick and Mary Naomi Magee Prichard Chapman were married in Clark County, Washington, in 1936. Royal and Mary had no children. Royal Ulrick died in 1957.
On her 100th birthday, Willard Scott from the NBC Today Show called Grandma Mary to wish her a Happy Birthday.
Mary stayed mentally sharp past her 100th birthday although by the time she died, she could neither see nor hear.
If you have any additional information to share about Mary Magee Prichard Chapman Ullrick, please post it in comments. Thanks for visiting!
I had originally intended to write about this photo of my great-great-grandfather, Gage Spring.
I don’t know what happened to the original, but one day when I was setting up my scanner for more photo scans, this image was still in the scanner program cache memory. I hadn’t used this scanner for a couple years. In fact, it was turned off and in the closet. Recognizing the image but not remembering whether I had the image stored on my computer, I copied over the image preview of the scan and saved it. As it turned out, I did not have a copy of the image on my computer and to this day, I cannot find the original. This fuzzy image has been downloaded and linked to many ancestry trees. If anyone has the original or at least a better copy, please let me know.
Because of the story surrounding how I came by the photo of Gage Spring, this was going to be my favorite photo.
That was until I received this photo from my niece, Tammie. This is a photo album that I thought was long gone.
When my mother, Mickie, and father, Arden, were divorced and my mother remarried, almost all of my first 8 years were treated as not happening; didn’t exist. My life was severely redacted. Any picture with Arden was put away or destroyed. No one talked about it.
I loved my mother’s second husband, Fred. He adopted all three of her kids and was every bit “Dad” to each of us as well as our two sisters from their marriage.
But I did have a birth father and my life didn’t begin when I was 8. When Tammie sent the picture of the photo album, I was so excited. It was like a bit of my childhood was being given back to me. When she brought out the album, it was almost everything I hoped for. There were still no pictures of Arden, these had been removed, but lots of pictures of mom, my older sister, Merideth “Babe”, me, and my brother, Al (Blaine), and cousins.
There are very few names on the pictures so I will have some fun scanning, naming, dating, and placing the photos. There are a couple of people I don’t recognize right off so cousins will have to give me a hand with the some of these.
I have a lot of photos and it is difficult to pick a favorite. Each one is special in its own way. The pictures of us three older kids is special because it was a time when we were really close to each other and I miss that. The pictures of all five of us kids and mom and dad is special because we were very much one family.
But the picture of the old photo album is my current favorite because it represents memories found and the kindness of my niece in giving me back a little be of me.
This is the first week of the Amy Johnson Crow’s challenge of writing about the results of our ancestry research. This week’s challenge is titled “Start”. OK, start what? I guess the best place to start is at the beginning with how I became interested in genealogy.
I got my interest in genealogy from my mother. Serious work on finding our ancestors began sometime in the early to middle 1960s after reading through a copy of the Dinwiddie Clan Records of 1902 and 1952. I was fascinated by the history of that one branch of our family. As I knew so little family history outside of my immediate family and that of my first and second cousins, I latched on to the hierarchy of the records and the historical panorama all those names represented. I just knew I was Scotch-Irish, descended from David Dinwiddie. Fast forward about 50 years and through a whole lot of technological advances and my DNA Ethnicity results show only 10%Scotch/Irish/Welsh. OK, not ready for kilt and tartans, but still, it is part of me.
Mom was a letter writer. She wrote to aunts, uncles, sisters, just about anyone she could think of to get information on more parts of the family. Unfortunately, she did not keep copies of the letters she sent, but she saved many of the letters she got back. There was love and pain in those letters–love of family but pain in remembering some of the trials and tribulations found in most families.
We learned how to use microfilm readers; what census forms looked like and what information they provided. As we gathered information,we slowly pieced a family history together. Try as we might, we never produced a coherent genealogy such as was written in the Dinwiddie Clan Records, but that was always our goal and the Clan book was the standard we tried to emulate. Mostly we got a lot of notes in pretty random order.
Computer based genealogy programs have given order to our findings. On-line database searches have mostly replaced scrolling through page after page of microfilm, but nothing can replace the spark of interest I got from my mother for finding and recording the history of our family. Although my mother is no longer with us, I think she would be amazed and pleased at what she helped start.