Filed under: Voss
Today I received a packet of information about my Great Grandfather William Voss and his wife Marie (Mary) Flagel. I had been contacted to see if I was still interested in a Voss-Flagel connection. Of course, I was. It has only been in the past 3 years that I had found the name of my Great-Grandfather Voss, I knew his wife’s name, but not his first name. Now I have William’s parents, and Marie’s father, so may be someday I will find another generation.
The information that was shared confirmed the story of my Grandfather and his brother coming over to the United States with his mother and a stepfather, which is all I knew.
I had come to the conclusion that William had died about 1868, this has been confirmed, and it also includes the birth, baptism and marriage records for William and the children.
What I received today, I am savoring as I look over the information, that takes me back another generation for my father’s side of the tree. I do ‘love’ the fact that they don’t have just a first and middle name, but about 5 names which adds to the confusion.
I am so grateful to Art for sharing this information, and will be working on updating my information. Of course I am sharing the descendents of Charles Martin Voss with him.
You just never know when a new piece of information will show up.
Filed under: 52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy & History
Week 49. Historical Events. Describe a memorable national historical event from your childhood. How old were you and how did you process this event? How did it affect your family?
Over the years there are many events that have that will be remembered, but here I want to share 2 of them.
First the Assassination of John F. Kennedy. I was sophmore in high on that day. For some reason I had been out of the classroom, when I returned the class was very quiet, and over the intercom I heard the radio. I then heard that President Kennedy had been shot. We sat in stunned silence for the remainder of that class, and just as the bell rang, it was announced that the President is dead.
The rest of the day is a blank, and we did have school the next day. School was dismissed the day of the funeral, I remember watching the funeral on TV that day. This is was major historical event in my memory.
I also remember where I was when I heard about the Challenger explosion, the shooting of Bobby Kennedy, and various other events.
In more recent days, September 11, 2001 along with the days that follow, is one of memory, and not just for the events in the New York and Washington, D.C. , but for events that affected my personal life.
That day started as many others, I was at work in the library at our Middle School. My friend and pastor called to tell me to watch the TV, to see what was happening in New York. I switched on the TV, and quickly realized that this was something to bring to the attention of my administration. Because of state meetings most of the adminstration were in Topeka. It happened the administrator in charge was in our building and I shared this with her. We became aware that we were in a National Crisis, but we also had our own local crisis to deal with as well. That day we informed that there was a prison escape, and our building was put under lock down, to be sure he did not come to the school.
That day was spent trying to keep an eye on the news, keep students calm, and as normal as possible. I was also helping to plan and prepare for a community prayer service that evening.
At the end of that school day, as I am leaving the building I was overwhelmed with the feeling that as I walked through the doors of the building my world was completely changed. It was the same feeling I had when I was leaving the hospital after my husband’s death. I was in a safe haven and what was outside those doors would never be the same. I had to move forward as I could not stay in one place forever.
That evening the community service was held. The next morning I went out to get my car to drive to work and I had no car. As I looked in the garage, I thought “Did I walk home last night, leaving my car at the church?” It took a few minutes to comprehend that my car had been stolen. I called work and told them I would be delayed, as I was waiting for the police to report my stolen car. My car had been stolen by the escaped prisoner. My experiences dealing with this are another story.
Not only had the World changed at a National Level, but it also changed for me at a personal level.
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Week 48. Thanksgiving. What was on your family’s Thanksgiving table? Do you serve the same dishes now as your family served in the past?
Most of the time we ate the tradition Thanksgiving Dinner. We would have a huge turkey with stuffing and dressing, green beans with bacon (not the casserole), candied yams, mashed potatoes and gravy, a waldorf salad, something made with cranberries, a relish plate and to top off the meal pumpkin pie with whipped cream.
We would have family dinners, although there were times when we would join friends to celebrate the day.
After our marriage in 1975, our Thanksgiving was at Grandma’s house, and so I did not have the opportunity to prepare the turkey. She would let us bring some side dishes, but she fixed the turkey and dressing. Over the years, it took on the job of dishwasher that was my contribution to the dinner. As the years passed and she was unable to prepare the meal, it purchased, and we still had Thanksgiving at her house until her death in 2001.
Several years ago I was going to have my family and a few others in for the Thanksgiving Dinner. It was quite an experience. My oven had been on the fritz from some time and I decided if I was going to have Thanksgiving I need it repaired. The first effort didn’t get it fixed and so the part to repair the oven was to arrive after Thanksgiving. So how do you fix a Thanksgiving Dinner with out an oven. A roaster was purchased and the stove top and numerous crockpots were used to fix the dinner. I discovered the roaster could be used for baking and it heated rolls and cooked other items for the dinner. Even with all of the hurdles a Thanksgiving feast was put in front of the family. A couple of new things were added a potato casserole, and some appetizers, otherwise it was my traditional Thanksgiving Dinner.
Just remember that Thanksgiving is a time to give thanks, the food is not as important as the time spent together with the family.
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Week 47. Fall. What was fall like where and when you grew up? Describe not only the climate, but how the season influenced your activities, food choices, etc.
For many people fall is the time of changing colors of the leaves. Living in the state of Kansas much of the state does not have plentiful stands of trees, so our changing colors comes in other forms.
Fall for me was the time for a new school year, a time to buy new clothes, get the new books for school and the fall school activities to begin. On the farm it was time for the fall harvest of corn and milo. The fields of corn were drying up as the corn matured, and the milo was turning the fields to the bright red color. The garden was giving up it final produce and extras were being canned.
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Week #46 – Politics
Week 46. Politics. What are your childhood memories of politics? Were your parents active in politics? What political events and elections do you remember from your youth?
Politics is a difficult topic for me.
As I was growing up, my father kept up with the world and state and local news. He read about it and listened on radio and TV. He always encouraged us to participate in voting but was not involved with political activities.
I was in college when I reached voting age. I remember listening to debates on campus about the various candidates.
One of my problems is I will not declare a party, because of this I cannot participate in the primary elections only general elections.
I do want to make my voice heard on local, state and national issues. No matter the out come I will support the winning candidate or issues.
Part I: Drive up
Part II: Cruise
Part III : Inland Tour
Part IV: Heading Home
Officially our cruise is over. It has been nice to have someone else taking us were we needed to go, and not have to worry about where we would sleep, and there were always places to eat. Now we were on our own. Melba, Kenneth & Billie were up and ready to go about 30 minutes ahead of us. Charles, Judy, Gloria & I took a little longer to get the van loaded. Our group wanted to make some stops along the way, so we were not going to caravan back to Vancouver, WA.
We loaded up, and headed out. We missed the traffic logjam, and were cruising right a long. We were coming close to the board, when Charles suggested we get out passports, ready to present. To my amazement when I opened mine, there was Melba staring up at me. I had given her the wrong passport. An immediate call was made to Kenneth, thankfully, the call went through. They were in sight of the boarder. I told him Charles was jogging up to them to exchange passports. We were all relieved when he returned with the exchanged passport.
At the boarder, everything was checked, Charles & Judy were told you haven’t signed your passport. All of the places we had used them no one had caught it. Later, we found out Kenneth had been told the same thing.
For lunch we stopped at Applebee’s in Maysville, Washington. We are waiting to order, when Charles overhears another patron say we just had an earthquake. We looked up at the lights and every pendant light in the place was swaying in time. One lady looked up, said “about 2.9.” Charles then called Eric, his son, to find out if there had been an earthquake anywhere near us. Eric pulled up an app on his phone, he told us that an 6.4 earthquake had just been recorded for Vancouver, Island. (Thankfully no damage was recorded for this earthquake.) We didn’t feel the quake just saw the results. (Since then at home I felt an aftershock from the Oklahoma quake.)
We took leftovers with us for supper that evening. Our next stop was Mt. St. Helen’s, the Grants and Mattix families had camped there a number of years ago. We reached the area where we could take some pictures and see the changes since we had been there.
The tourist stops were closed when we got to them. We came back down to a small convenience store at Toutle to use the bathroom. After we had taken our break and stretched, we decided it was time to eat. There was a picnic table at the side, and we ate our leftovers from lunch al fresco. Then on back to Kenneth’s at Vancouver.
We unloaded Karen’s and Melba’s luggage. It was time to do laundry again. Mine to be done that night. Melba did a load as she was going to send on suitcase back with me. Then repacking suitcases and ready to go again. Melba was going to be staying with Kenneth & Billie before she returned home.
Time to head for home. Charles, Judy & Gloria came by the next morning, to pick up Karen. After breakfast, and loading the van, we were heading for Boise, Idaho our stop for the night. A stop was made at Multnomah Falls. It is a double falls, just outside of Portland. We parked then walked under the highway to the Falls. It was a beautiful day and the Falls were magnificent.
The trip took us back through the Columbia Gorge. I was quite tired, so I listened to an audio book and slept, through out the day.
For lunch that day we stopped at a Shari’s, after eating we decided to take a pie with us, to eat for supper. On the way back to Interstate, we stopped at a Farmer’s market, picked up a cantaloupe, and honeydew, peaches, and plumcots. They also had other very good choices. One was a jar of Hood River Apple Pie Butter. It was made with fruit juice and no additional sugar. It had pieces of apple and raisins. Very tasty. I may order some from Gloria’s gourmet Foods, for Christmas gifts.
Because of the stop at the Falls we arrived in Boise early evening, had done our tourist visits earlier. Supper was leftovers, and fresh cantaloupe, and the delicious marionberry pie from Shari’s.
Another day of travel, after breakfast we headed for Salt Lake City. Once we got into Utah, my sinuses started acting up, between sneezes and drainage, I just didn’t feel good. I was too tired to even take many pictures. We arrived in Salt Lake City, early enough to do a little touring. We drove around Temple Square. (Some day I want to visit the Family History Library). Then out to the Great Salt Lake. Charles, Gloria and Karen put their feet into the water.
As we were returning back to our motel, a dust storm hit. We planned on stopping to pick up some things to supplement our supper. But when the storm hit, we just wanted out of it. Our supper that night was leftovers, and things we had picked up along the way. We had the honeydew and topped it all off with the rest of the pie.
Last day of major travel for awhile. We left Salt Lake City, heading for Salida, Colorado to spend a few day at a friend’s cabin, and Gloria will be staying with her son and his family. My allergies were not making this a pleasant trip. We crossed the Continental Divide by Monarch Pass. The mountains were all looking a little bare.
We arrived at Salida in time to have supper at Gloria’s son’s home. They have 3 year old twins, and a nine month old. It was fun just to watch the little ones.
Then Charles, Judy and I headed back to the cabin. First we stopped to pick up some food and supplies for the next few days. It was nice to know we didn’t have to rush in the morning. So we could have a leisurely breakfast.
The cabin had a beautiful view of several mountain peaks around us. The fall foliage was beginning to turn around us. That morning were heading to Carrie’s parents, at Howard, CO. Charles was going to baptize Jarrett, the 9 month old. Below the house was a small stream and pond. It was here that the family gathered to baptize him. Water was drawn from the flowing stream, and used for the baptismal ceremony.
There was one little sprinkle of rain after it was finished. A luncheon was served at the Grandparent’s house. Then Charles, Judy and I headed back to the cabin, to just relax for the afternoon. Judy napped, Charles and I worked on our photographs.
We returned to Buel and Carrie’s for supper. We were to be there at 6, but we were watching a movie and had to find out whodunit. So we were a little late. There was a nice gentle rain by this time.
Enjoyed the evening with Gloria and her family. Back to the cabin, to get a good nights sleep.
No traveling, no timetable to keep up with. Just relaxed, got our wash done, and packed to head home the next day. Carrie and Buel were gracious enough to have in for another meal. Certainly enjoyed them and their children. As we were heading back to cabin, again in a nice gentle rain, Charles noticed there was now snow on the mountains.
This morning, as we looked out Monarch Pass had snow on it peaks. Several of the mountains were showing fresh snow. The sunlight and the snow was a glorious sight.
After we ate breakfast, loaded the van, headed in to Salida to pick up Gloria. She would be home tonight.
There was a lot of dense fog, so Charles ended up doing most of the driving. Everyone was ready to be home. Arrived in Colby, stopped for supper at Arby’s, then to Dillon’s for a few supplies and back to Gloria’s.
We got the Internet straightened out, divided up the cost, and got pictures to the right person. We had survived 26 days traveling together, and would do it again.
Although not everyone is home yet, this is end of our journey. Charles and Judy will take Karen to Ellis to get her car, to head back to Larned, then they will head to Wichita for a couple of days.
It was time to say good by to Gloria, as Charles, Judy and I headed out for home. One last stop at Starbuck, then on to Ellis. It was only a couple of hours down the road.
As I am traveling this last leg of the trip I am reminded of all of the fall colors that we have seen over the past few weeks. Kansas some times get the short end, they aren’t know for the fall colors, or mountains, or the big history spots. But Kansas, is home, as I was driving I saw the colors as fields of milo were turning there bright rusty red, with bright green leaves. Kansas in reality has 2 major changes of colors, in spring, the green wheat turning the fields to waves of gold, and in the fall, the fields of milo, along with a field of yellow, and an occasional field of sunflowers.
Unloaded my luggage, to put it into my car. Put Melba’s suitcase in the house, took a quick break. Said good bye to Charles and Judy. When my car was loaded I headed to Hays to have a visit with my niece, Creta. Picked up a quick lunch, and headed home.
I was very glad to be home.
Another Road Trip is over.
I have only one trip that tops this one, and it was my trip to Egypt, with this trip to Alaska coming in as number 2.