I came across an interesting story last week. It is likely you Kentuckians have known about it but I had never heard it before. Filled with controversy and all the makings of a racy southern novel, it is the story of Mary Lily Kenan Flagler Bingham. Volumes have been written on the topic but I will briefly outline the saga here.
Mary Lily Kenan, born in North Carolina in 1867, was the daughter of a successful businessman. I sense that she was an ambitious and adventurous type and her 50 years of life seems to have indeed taken her on quite a wild ride.
When Mary Lily was about 23, she met Henry Flager who was then 61. Henry was a partner with J.D. Rockefeller in Standard Oil. He was also a major land developer in Florida and owner of several large hotels. A romance developed between the two despite the fact that Henry was still married to his second wife, Alice. That of course presented a problem in an age when divorces were often difficult to obtain. But, of course, money and power can buy almost anything can’t it? Henry Flagler’s wife Alice was insane and unfortunately insanity was not considered grounds for divorce in the state of Florida, where they resided. No problem. Henry just used his money and power to get the Florida legislature to change that little rule and so in 1901 he was able to obtain his divorce. Ten days later he married Mary Lily Kenan.
Henry built a spectacular mansion for Mary Lily in Palm Beach. The mansion, named “Whitehall”, was a 55 room, 60,000 square foot palatial estate. Today this property is called the Flagler Museum. In the spring of 1913 Henry fell on the steps of Whitehall and after suffering from his injuries died several weeks later at the age of 83.
When Henry died, some of his estate went to maintain his second wife Alice, still a patient at an insane asylum, and some when to the children from his first marriage. But, the bulk of Henry’s estate went to Mary Lily, making her the richest woman in America. Mary inherited somewhere between 60 and 100 million dollars. That’s about 1 to 2 billion dollars in today’s money!
I’m sure that this wealth made Mary Lily one of the most desirable women in America, but she chose to marry an old beau from her youth. His name was Robert Worth Bingham and he was actually a few years younger than Mary Lily.
Robert Bingham, a native North Carolinian, was married first to Eleanor Miller whose family lived in Louisville, Kentucky. The couple had three children, but Eleanor died in 1913 in an accident with an interurban rail car. A few years later, Robert crossed paths with Mary Lily and the two were married in 1916. They came to Louisville, living first in the Seelback Hotel and later in an estate near the river, Lincliff.
As a wedding present to Robert, Mary Lily supposedly paid off his debts and gave him several thousands of dollars in cash. He was also apparently granted a yearly allowance of $50,000. But, he hadn’t quite hit the jackpot with this marriage. Mary Lily still listed her niece, Louise Lewis, as her primary heir.
Soon after the marriage, Mary Lily became ill, and the cause of this illness is unknown to this day. On June 27, 1917, before they had even celebrated their first anniversary, Mary was dead. There are many theories as to the cause of and circumstances surrounding her death. Did Robert poison her? Had she contracted syphilis from Henry Flagler? Was she a morphine and alcohol addict? Did she simply just die of a heart attack?
After her death, Robert submitted a hand written “secret” codicil in which Mary Lily bequeathed to him 5 million dollars. Mary Lily’s North Carolina relatives were suspicious, and quietly had her remains exhumed, soon after her burial. Samples of her internal organs were sent to a lab in New York. Apparently they liked the poisoning theory, but in the end no charges were filed and the codicil was not contested. The State of Kentucky received enough money in inheritance taxes to liquidate the state debt. Robert Bingham used his 5 million to buy the Courier Journal and Louisville Times newspapers. It was his start on what would become a media empire.
Now, here is why I happened upon this saga and how it relates to my family history. No, I’m not related to the Kenans, Flaglers or Binghams. No claim to the millions or billions for me. But, last week Ancestry.com posted a new database of passport applications. I was trolling for family hits and discovered a passport application for my GG grandfather, Gus Hardin. In 1918 he applied for a passport to travel to Havana Cuba. Listed on the application was this: “in matter of inheritance tax of estate of Mary Lily Flagler Bingham.” Interesting.
I’m not sure why Gus Hardin was involved in the estate of Mary Lily. Gus’s occupation on the passport form is listed as a record keeper for the Louisville Railway Company, which ran the Louisville streetcars. I suppose it is possible that Flagler had some ownership of this Louisville company, especially considering his importance in the development of rail transportation in Florida. Flagler was also involved in promoting trade with Cuba, so perhaps his estate owned some property in Cuba. In the 1920 census Gus lists his job as the court recorder for the Railway Company and in the 1910 census he is listed as a real estate agent. Maybe Gus went to Cuba on a special job for the courts to value property held in Mary Lily’s estate. More research will need to be done to find out Gus Hardin’s connection with this famous estate. In the meantime, if you are interested in this story, all you need to do is “google” the characters involved. Numerous books and articles have been written about Flagler and especially about the Bingham family.
-Mary
(SEE UPDATES TO THIS IN THE COMMENTS THAT FOLLOW)
The Mighty Beaten Biscuit
Some foods evoke strong and fond memories. We all have favorites from our childhood and often they are foods that were served during big holiday meals. I can’t say that I’ve incorporated many of them into my current holiday cooking plans. Many traditional Kentucky foods are foreign and unknown to those here in California. At a recent midday family gathering and brunch I served, along with other items, little Benedictine sandwiches. They were left virtually untouched by my California in-laws. In Kentucky they seemed to have always been a staple at weddings and brunches. Therefore, for holiday meals, I tend to stick with what the media has deemed classic holiday dishes. But those Kentucky foods live in my nostalgia and when the holidays do come around, part of me yearns to see them on my table.
One of these foods is a localized specialty of the south. I believe that it is most commonly found in Virginia, Maryland and Kentucky. In other parts of the country this food is literally unknown and its place, as a delicacy would probably be highly questioned. My husband, a North Dakota native, says that it closely resembles the “hard tack” that was used in the old days on ships as a form of bread that would keep well for weeks or months on end. In Kentucky we call them “beaten biscuits” and my grandmother prepared them for most of our holiday meals. She was my maternal grandmother, who was never referred to as Nanny, Granny, Grandmother, or even Grandma. Her 10 grandchildren, along with all her friends and acquaintances, always called her “Emmy.”
For the unaware, a beaten biscuit is not very biscuit like except in size and shape. The hard surface is smooth as marble but the texture is more like a cracker. Just before the meal was served the beaten biscuits were warmed in the oven and then split in two and a small tad of butter was inserted between the halves. At the table they were usually eaten along with a very thin slice of Kentucky country ham.
The beaten biscuit dough was a simple mixture of flour, lard, salt, sugar, baking powder and milk. Sounds easy, right? No, not really. You see the dough needed to be processed; a task that by hand could take 30 minutes or more. But, my grandmother, as many others in the “modern’ era, had the benefit and help of a beaten biscuit machine to help her with the process of “beating” the dough. She kept the machine, an odd looking contraption, in a corner of her basement. Nowadays, believe it or not, the machine actually lives in my cousin’s home in Southern California. I’m sure that if it were discovered by some future archaeologist there, it’s identification would provide quite a puzzle as certainly it must be the only beaten biscuit machine in the entire state.
My old Cissy Gregg cookbook, given to me by Emmy, describes the processing of the beaten biscuit dough most vividly. “Get the dough in a ball, flatten it out and start running it through the machine which looks for all the world like a clothes wringer. Fold the dough over and run back between the rollers. Repeat this process until the dough is slick, glossy and talks back to you. The talking back comes from popping the blisters that the air forms in the dough. Roll quarter inch think and cut with a biscuit cutter.” These biscuits are then pierced with a fork and baked for up to an hour.
Since I don’t have the benefit of a beaten biscuit machine, I’ve never attempted to prepare this delicacy. The one time my grandmother came to visit us in California, she tucked a package of her treasured biscuits into her suitcase and I suppose that is the last time I was ever able to eat one of her beaten biscuits. Here is how Cissy Gregg, the food writer for the Louisville Courier Journal from about 1942 to 1962, describes the process if one does not have a machine with which to process the dough. “If the dough is beaten by hand you can use a flat iron, or even the edge of a heavy plate. Beat the dough out until it is about a quarter of and inch thick. Fold and beat again.” This process is repeated for 30 minutes or more!! Can you picture me standing there for over a half and hour beating dough with an iron or some other heavy object?
Now if you didn’t grow up eating beaten biscuits, or if perhaps you are not as nostalgic as myself, you would probably dismiss them as something more appropriate to use as air hockey pucks than to take a treasured place on the holiday table. Granted, they aren’t particularly flavorful or remarkable, but if by some miracle they appeared on my table this Thursday, I would be thrilled beyond compare.
Now, other Kentucky foods I miss and will never see the likes of out here in California are: Emmy’s Charlotte Russe, Transparent Pie, Chess Pie, Derby Pie, Salt Rising Bread and of course the beloved Kentucky Country Ham. I’ll write more about the country ham in a future blog because I am blessed to enjoy this food each Christmas.
Please share what you know about beaten biscuits, beaten biscuit machines, Kentucky foods, or Emmy’s cooking by adding a comment.
Happy Thanksgiving
Mary
P.S. I seem to have gotten the California relatives used to corn pudding so that will be served at my Thanksgiving table.
One of these foods is a localized specialty of the south. I believe that it is most commonly found in Virginia, Maryland and Kentucky. In other parts of the country this food is literally unknown and its place, as a delicacy would probably be highly questioned. My husband, a North Dakota native, says that it closely resembles the “hard tack” that was used in the old days on ships as a form of bread that would keep well for weeks or months on end. In Kentucky we call them “beaten biscuits” and my grandmother prepared them for most of our holiday meals. She was my maternal grandmother, who was never referred to as Nanny, Granny, Grandmother, or even Grandma. Her 10 grandchildren, along with all her friends and acquaintances, always called her “Emmy.”
For the unaware, a beaten biscuit is not very biscuit like except in size and shape. The hard surface is smooth as marble but the texture is more like a cracker. Just before the meal was served the beaten biscuits were warmed in the oven and then split in two and a small tad of butter was inserted between the halves. At the table they were usually eaten along with a very thin slice of Kentucky country ham.
The beaten biscuit dough was a simple mixture of flour, lard, salt, sugar, baking powder and milk. Sounds easy, right? No, not really. You see the dough needed to be processed; a task that by hand could take 30 minutes or more. But, my grandmother, as many others in the “modern’ era, had the benefit and help of a beaten biscuit machine to help her with the process of “beating” the dough. She kept the machine, an odd looking contraption, in a corner of her basement. Nowadays, believe it or not, the machine actually lives in my cousin’s home in Southern California. I’m sure that if it were discovered by some future archaeologist there, it’s identification would provide quite a puzzle as certainly it must be the only beaten biscuit machine in the entire state.
My old Cissy Gregg cookbook, given to me by Emmy, describes the processing of the beaten biscuit dough most vividly. “Get the dough in a ball, flatten it out and start running it through the machine which looks for all the world like a clothes wringer. Fold the dough over and run back between the rollers. Repeat this process until the dough is slick, glossy and talks back to you. The talking back comes from popping the blisters that the air forms in the dough. Roll quarter inch think and cut with a biscuit cutter.” These biscuits are then pierced with a fork and baked for up to an hour.
Since I don’t have the benefit of a beaten biscuit machine, I’ve never attempted to prepare this delicacy. The one time my grandmother came to visit us in California, she tucked a package of her treasured biscuits into her suitcase and I suppose that is the last time I was ever able to eat one of her beaten biscuits. Here is how Cissy Gregg, the food writer for the Louisville Courier Journal from about 1942 to 1962, describes the process if one does not have a machine with which to process the dough. “If the dough is beaten by hand you can use a flat iron, or even the edge of a heavy plate. Beat the dough out until it is about a quarter of and inch thick. Fold and beat again.” This process is repeated for 30 minutes or more!! Can you picture me standing there for over a half and hour beating dough with an iron or some other heavy object?
Now if you didn’t grow up eating beaten biscuits, or if perhaps you are not as nostalgic as myself, you would probably dismiss them as something more appropriate to use as air hockey pucks than to take a treasured place on the holiday table. Granted, they aren’t particularly flavorful or remarkable, but if by some miracle they appeared on my table this Thursday, I would be thrilled beyond compare.
Now, other Kentucky foods I miss and will never see the likes of out here in California are: Emmy’s Charlotte Russe, Transparent Pie, Chess Pie, Derby Pie, Salt Rising Bread and of course the beloved Kentucky Country Ham. I’ll write more about the country ham in a future blog because I am blessed to enjoy this food each Christmas.
Please share what you know about beaten biscuits, beaten biscuit machines, Kentucky foods, or Emmy’s cooking by adding a comment.
Happy Thanksgiving
Mary
P.S. I seem to have gotten the California relatives used to corn pudding so that will be served at my Thanksgiving table.
At War With Red Tape
A while back I ordered copies of the pension file of John C. Fink, from the National Archives. He’s my GG Grandfather and was a Civil War veteran. I didn’t know if they’d be able to find the file or, if found, whether it would contain much of anything. Months went by and I’d almost forgotten about the request. Then, one day the UPS truck arrived with a thick packet for me from the National Archives. It contained copies of the entire contents, 266 pages, of John Fink’s pension file. I had expected a few pages at most and maybe a few tidbits of personal information that might warrant the flat rate charge of $37. Instead, I now had the task of interpreting the pages of forms, letter, medical reports and affidavits that were contained in the file. Interestingly, I see that the National Archives has now raised the price of copying a pension file from $37 to $75. I suspect that this decision was made after my 266-page order.
Well, a quick look at the documents told me that the reason John Fink’s file was so large was that he was in almost constant contention with the Pensions Office in regards to his pension and the validity of his claimed disability. You see, he suffered from chronic diarrhea for his entire post Army life. From the time he left the service in 1865 until his death in 1926 this skilled carpenter suffered from an ailment that prevented him from holding down a full time steady job. Of course, there were doctors that questioned the validity of his medical claim and some that apparently questioned that he even served in the Army at all during the Civil War. So, was he an unfortunate, suffering, under appreciated veteran or a lazy drifter who had difficulty holding down a job and was trying to get something out of the government??At first I wasn’t sure. Now, after closer reading of the 266 pages and additional research, I’m convinced his claim was valid and the impact of this illness, on his life, was indeed severe and devastating.
John Fink started out with the 9th Regiment of the Pennsylvania Volunteers in April of 1861. He was about 18 and served with that regiment for three months. In August of 1862, he reenlisted, this time with the 130th Pennsylvania Infantry to serve 9 months. The 130th was first sent to Washington D.C. and were eventually camped at Fort Marcy, overlooking the Potomac. The taste of battle would not be far away, because in September of 1862 the 130th was involved in the bloody battle of Antietam, near Sharpsburg, Maryland. This was the first major battle in the Civil War to take place on Northern soil. Two of Fink’s fellow F company men were killed at this battle and four were wounded, some of the wounds later proving to be fatal. The 130th as a whole suffered 296 killed and wounded.
After Antietam, the 130th spent a short time in camp at Harper’s Ferry and then were posted at Belle Plain Landing, on the James River, until December 5th 1862. Now you must know this piece of the story, that this entire regiment slept exposed to the elements, during the time from early September until late December of 1862. Their tents had been left at Fort Marcy. Not surprising, that it was also during this time that John Fink contracted yellow jaundice and later chronic diarrhea. His superior officer, 1st Lieutenant Michael W. French, testifies to this later, in documents filed with the pension office. Then the 130th were marched through deep mud, in the midst of a severe storm, in order to reconnect with their division and prepare for the Battle of Fredericksburg (Dec. 11-15, 1862). It wasn’t until late December that they finally received their tents.
I won’t go on and on with the complete details of John Fink’s military experience except to say that he was mustered out of the 130th in May of 1863. About a year later he again signed up for military service, this time with the U.S. Signal Corp. During this stint he spent some time in Jarvis Hospital, a military hospital near Baltimore. There he was treated for chronic diarrhea. So, it does seem clear that his condition did originate while serving in the military.
It turns out that about half of the deaths from disease in the Civil War were caused by intestinal disorders. The Union Army reported that more than 995 of every 1,000 men eventually contracted diarrhea or dysentery. Chronic diarrhea appears to have claimed at least 27,000 lives during the Civil War. The causes were usually infectious agents such as viruses, parasites and bacteria. John Fink was lucky to have survived, but because of the lack of effective treatment options, he continued to suffer long after the end of his service.
John Fink submitted his original pension application in 1879. It was approved at the rate of $2 a month and back pension was granted for the time between 1863 and 1879. Then he was suddenly “dropped” from the pension rolls in 1881, apparently because his disability had ceased. No… it hadn’t ceased as the government claimed. He continued to suffer from chronic and debilitating diarrhea, which prevented him from holding down a steady job. He worked but rarely was he able to hold down a job as a carpenter for the long term. By 1886 he was able to apply for restoration of his benefits. Remember that each step in this process costs a certain amount of money in attorney and other fees. It’s not surprising that it took a few years for him to put his case together. He included numerous signed and certified affidavits from friends, family, former employers and acquaintances that testified not only to his military service, but to the debilitating nature of his condition.
In 1887 the Pension office rejected Fink’s claim for reinstatement of his pension. A board of doctors had determined, after examining him that his condition was not debilitating and did not prevent him from working full time. Doubt was cast on his claim that the condition had begun while serving in the military. An appeal was filed in 1890 but the claim rejection was affirmed in 1892. Round and round and round we go!
Finally in 1894 he was able to get his benefits restored and began to receive $8 a month. The struggles with red tape were not over though, because even though he continued to receive benefits until the end of his life, he constantly had to “prove” the continuance and validity of his condition and so the file is filled with numerous physician reports outlining his current condition. The pension money seems to have barely helped him get by in life. His wife died in 1896 and he was forced to put his youngest daughter, age 10, in the Soldier and Sailor’s home. By 1910, at the age of 67, he himself was living at the Soldier’s Home in northern Ohio. A few years later he moved to Albany, Indiana to live with his daughter, Laura, a young widow with three children. She struggled to support him and care for his needs until his death in 1926 at the age of 83. By the end of his life he was a complete invalid who required nursing care. Laura sent a pleading letter to the Pension office asking for an increase in his pension. She wrote to her brother, living in Washington D. C. for help, thinking maybe he could go over and convince the pension office of their extreme need. Near the very end of his life his monthly pension benefit had risen to $72 a month. That might seem like a lot but it probably didn’t stretch far when paying for 24 hour nursing care, medical bills, etc.
So, on this Veteran Day I think of all the current veterans who, like John Fink, struggle to get benefits for physical ailments that they have contracted during the course of serving in the military. I don’t think John Fink was a slacker. All I had to do was read the detailed descriptions of his condition written by the people who knew him. No one “fakes’ having chronic diarrhea for 64 years!
“I am actually in need of medicine, owing a bill at the drug store and nothing to pay with. I tell you dear Secretary, I feel like the man that wanted to die to get out of my sufferings and troubles. The government surely received the best part of my life in its service. I enlisted into its service but a boy. Served two enlistments and was serving a third when the war closed. Might it not be reasonable to suppose that by long continued service, especially at the front, that a man might be disabled if not by bullet by disease?”- John Fink’s letter to the Secretary of the Interior- 12/9/1890
-Mary
Well, a quick look at the documents told me that the reason John Fink’s file was so large was that he was in almost constant contention with the Pensions Office in regards to his pension and the validity of his claimed disability. You see, he suffered from chronic diarrhea for his entire post Army life. From the time he left the service in 1865 until his death in 1926 this skilled carpenter suffered from an ailment that prevented him from holding down a full time steady job. Of course, there were doctors that questioned the validity of his medical claim and some that apparently questioned that he even served in the Army at all during the Civil War. So, was he an unfortunate, suffering, under appreciated veteran or a lazy drifter who had difficulty holding down a job and was trying to get something out of the government??At first I wasn’t sure. Now, after closer reading of the 266 pages and additional research, I’m convinced his claim was valid and the impact of this illness, on his life, was indeed severe and devastating.
John Fink started out with the 9th Regiment of the Pennsylvania Volunteers in April of 1861. He was about 18 and served with that regiment for three months. In August of 1862, he reenlisted, this time with the 130th Pennsylvania Infantry to serve 9 months. The 130th was first sent to Washington D.C. and were eventually camped at Fort Marcy, overlooking the Potomac. The taste of battle would not be far away, because in September of 1862 the 130th was involved in the bloody battle of Antietam, near Sharpsburg, Maryland. This was the first major battle in the Civil War to take place on Northern soil. Two of Fink’s fellow F company men were killed at this battle and four were wounded, some of the wounds later proving to be fatal. The 130th as a whole suffered 296 killed and wounded.
After Antietam, the 130th spent a short time in camp at Harper’s Ferry and then were posted at Belle Plain Landing, on the James River, until December 5th 1862. Now you must know this piece of the story, that this entire regiment slept exposed to the elements, during the time from early September until late December of 1862. Their tents had been left at Fort Marcy. Not surprising, that it was also during this time that John Fink contracted yellow jaundice and later chronic diarrhea. His superior officer, 1st Lieutenant Michael W. French, testifies to this later, in documents filed with the pension office. Then the 130th were marched through deep mud, in the midst of a severe storm, in order to reconnect with their division and prepare for the Battle of Fredericksburg (Dec. 11-15, 1862). It wasn’t until late December that they finally received their tents.
I won’t go on and on with the complete details of John Fink’s military experience except to say that he was mustered out of the 130th in May of 1863. About a year later he again signed up for military service, this time with the U.S. Signal Corp. During this stint he spent some time in Jarvis Hospital, a military hospital near Baltimore. There he was treated for chronic diarrhea. So, it does seem clear that his condition did originate while serving in the military.
It turns out that about half of the deaths from disease in the Civil War were caused by intestinal disorders. The Union Army reported that more than 995 of every 1,000 men eventually contracted diarrhea or dysentery. Chronic diarrhea appears to have claimed at least 27,000 lives during the Civil War. The causes were usually infectious agents such as viruses, parasites and bacteria. John Fink was lucky to have survived, but because of the lack of effective treatment options, he continued to suffer long after the end of his service.
John Fink submitted his original pension application in 1879. It was approved at the rate of $2 a month and back pension was granted for the time between 1863 and 1879. Then he was suddenly “dropped” from the pension rolls in 1881, apparently because his disability had ceased. No… it hadn’t ceased as the government claimed. He continued to suffer from chronic and debilitating diarrhea, which prevented him from holding down a steady job. He worked but rarely was he able to hold down a job as a carpenter for the long term. By 1886 he was able to apply for restoration of his benefits. Remember that each step in this process costs a certain amount of money in attorney and other fees. It’s not surprising that it took a few years for him to put his case together. He included numerous signed and certified affidavits from friends, family, former employers and acquaintances that testified not only to his military service, but to the debilitating nature of his condition.
In 1887 the Pension office rejected Fink’s claim for reinstatement of his pension. A board of doctors had determined, after examining him that his condition was not debilitating and did not prevent him from working full time. Doubt was cast on his claim that the condition had begun while serving in the military. An appeal was filed in 1890 but the claim rejection was affirmed in 1892. Round and round and round we go!
Finally in 1894 he was able to get his benefits restored and began to receive $8 a month. The struggles with red tape were not over though, because even though he continued to receive benefits until the end of his life, he constantly had to “prove” the continuance and validity of his condition and so the file is filled with numerous physician reports outlining his current condition. The pension money seems to have barely helped him get by in life. His wife died in 1896 and he was forced to put his youngest daughter, age 10, in the Soldier and Sailor’s home. By 1910, at the age of 67, he himself was living at the Soldier’s Home in northern Ohio. A few years later he moved to Albany, Indiana to live with his daughter, Laura, a young widow with three children. She struggled to support him and care for his needs until his death in 1926 at the age of 83. By the end of his life he was a complete invalid who required nursing care. Laura sent a pleading letter to the Pension office asking for an increase in his pension. She wrote to her brother, living in Washington D. C. for help, thinking maybe he could go over and convince the pension office of their extreme need. Near the very end of his life his monthly pension benefit had risen to $72 a month. That might seem like a lot but it probably didn’t stretch far when paying for 24 hour nursing care, medical bills, etc.
So, on this Veteran Day I think of all the current veterans who, like John Fink, struggle to get benefits for physical ailments that they have contracted during the course of serving in the military. I don’t think John Fink was a slacker. All I had to do was read the detailed descriptions of his condition written by the people who knew him. No one “fakes’ having chronic diarrhea for 64 years!
“I am actually in need of medicine, owing a bill at the drug store and nothing to pay with. I tell you dear Secretary, I feel like the man that wanted to die to get out of my sufferings and troubles. The government surely received the best part of my life in its service. I enlisted into its service but a boy. Served two enlistments and was serving a third when the war closed. Might it not be reasonable to suppose that by long continued service, especially at the front, that a man might be disabled if not by bullet by disease?”- John Fink’s letter to the Secretary of the Interior- 12/9/1890
-Mary
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My Best Genealogical Connections Story
My father in law, Dorsey Davy, had a great aunt and uncle, Jacob and Gertrude Mitchell Davy who lived their lives in Troy, Ohio. Jacob was a successful attorney and leader in the community. Gertrude was an accomplished soprano, who had received years of voice instruction from Professor William L. Blumenschem in Dayton. She was known throughout the community for her beautiful voice. They were married in 1886.
Gertrude seems to have been especially keen on keeping up with the social life of Troy. We have a book that is filled with newspaper clippings, which she saved and pasted onto the pages of a book entitled Memorial Addresses On The Life and Character of William S. Holman. I suppose she didn’t much care for this tome and so used it essentially as a scrapbook for her clippings. The news clippings remind me of my old hometown paper, the Oldham Era, which often recorded not only the usual births, deaths, and marriages, but also the society parties, and comings and goings of its important citizens. One of the longer articles describes Gertrude and Jacob’s own wedding. It names the guests that attended and also includes a detailed list of every present received by the newly married couple. “Pink glass water set, book of poems, satin pin cushion, exquisitely hand painted bottles, silver cake basket, silver butter dish, silver card receiver”, etc. etc. Gertrude and Jacob had no children and I wonder if this fueled her interest in keeping track of the lives of those in the town of Troy.
When Gertrude died in 1920, at the age of 56, her scrapbook of clippings were passed on to her niece, Martha Davy, who had married Charles Sherwood. Martha Davy Sherwood apparently added to the collection, by saving additional clippings and sticking them into her massive volume of the History of Miami County, published in 1909. It is likely, this volume was also originally owned by Gertrude Davy.
By now you are wondering where I am going with all of this so hang in there, as this is my best genealogical connections tale!
Martha Davy Sherwood died in Troy Ohio in 1968. She, like her aunt Gertrude, had no children of her own, so she designated several of her “family history items” to be passed on to her cousin's son, Dorsey F. Davy, my father in law, who grew up in North Dakota. Martha had seen Dorsey when he was a child attending a Davy family reunion in Ohio. She apparently took a liking to him and believed that he should be the caretaker of her treasured family items. So the scrapbook and the Miami County History book, along with several other items were packed up and sent to North Dakota and held by Dorsey’s father, Don Davy, until Dorsey’s return from overseas work in Pakistan. That was in the late 1960’s.
Fast forward to the mid 1980s. By 1983 Doug and I were married and living out here in California. One day, Doug’s dad, Dorsey, was thumbing through his inherited 1909 History of Miami County Ohio, and discovered the old newspaper articles, that had been clipped and tucked between various pages. As he read through one long article, with a photograph of six elderly couples, he noticed the names, Mr. and Mrs. John Riley. The title of the article was, “Death Takes Last of Notable Group Who Attended Golden Wedding.” The article was from about 1933 and was an obituary of the last surviving person from this group picture. The six couples had been photographed in 1914, at the golden wedding anniversary of one of the six couples. A photo of these couples was taken because all had been married at least 50 years.
Dorsey, knowing that my Riley family had lived in Troy Ohio, was anxious to show me his discovery. It turned out that the Mr. and Mrs. John Riley pictured in the group photograph were indeed my GG grandparents. I had never seen a picture of them before this. None of my husband’s family (the Davys or their extended families) are pictured or mentioned in the saved article.
Although my grandfather was born in Troy, Ohio, I did not know of my family roots there when I met my husband Doug, in Carbondale, Illinois. It was only at our wedding in 1981 when my father met my new father in law that they, and I, learned of this common Miami County Ohio connection.
In the 1930’s when the article, which pictured my GG grandparents, was cut out and saved, the population of Miami County was about 51,000 and the population of the city of Troy was about 8,500. It wasn’t exactly a tiny town. But, did some of the Davy family know some of the Riley family? Was it fate that Doug and I should meet?
Regardless of whether our families knew each other, you cannot deny the bizarre coincidence that the article was saved and then returned to me over fifty years later. We will never know if our families knew each other. Doug and I would like to think that this is proof of some cosmic plan for our lives but we are too schooled in science to let ourselves completely believe this explanation. What I am certain of is that we are all connected to one another in more ways than we can ever imagine or understand.
-Mary
UPDATE 8/26/2015
My cousin just sent me a copy of the photo of the 6 Trojan couples that she found among her parents photo collection. It is the same as the photo that appeared originally in the 1914 newspaper account of the Golden wedding anniversary of the Smiths and then was reprinted in 1933 and included as part of the obituary for Mrs. Smith in 1933 (the article that was clipped and saved by my husband's family).
Photo taken Oct. 19, 1914 at the home of Mr. & Mrs. Daniel W. Smith (West Franklin St., Troy, OH) on the occasion of the Smith's 50th wedding anniversary. Standing left to right: Mr. and Mrs. Walter S. Thomas, Prof and Mrs. A.H. Vance, Mr and Mrs. John Riley, C. W. Douglas; seated left to right: Mr. and Mrs. C.H. McCullough, Mr and Mrs. Daniel W. Smith and Mrs. C. W. Douglas. Photo by local photographer Harold M. Barton.
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