Showing posts with label Holidays. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Holidays. Show all posts

Monday, September 5, 2011

Labor Day - Jobs of our Ancestors - Dan Kelly: Stock Breeder

With my heritage primarily in Nebraska, it is not surprising that my ancestors were farmers and raised livestock. My great grandfather, Daniel Kelly, was a large scale stock breeder near Greenwood, Nebraska. He made many trips to Omaha to sell his stock at the Omaha stockyards.

He also had a butcher shop in Greenwood.

Daniel Kelly, Stockman

Daniel Kelly
Butcher Shop


Sunday, April 24, 2011

Happy Easter from LongLostRelatives.net !

Susan on Easter
"Back in the Day"

Many of us are old enough to remember getting dressed up for Easter. Complete with a little hat and white gloves! I have no idea why my Mom would have dressed me like this if I was going hunting for Easter eggs. Maybe they weren't made of chocolate back then because I would have been a mess!

Monday, February 14, 2011

Happy Valentine's Day


Our ancestors must have loved exchanging Valentine's Day cards. Pictured above is one of several Valentines that were given to my grandfather. This one was given to Willie Kelly by his teacher when he was seven or eight years old, circa 1899.


repost from February 14, 2010

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Groundhog Day - my favorite holiday

Six more weeks of winter?
Beatrice Daily Sun
Beatrice, Nebraska
February 3, 1904

I've often stated that my favorite holiday is Groundhog Day. It is certainly a date that I welcome with much excitement and anticipation. Why? It's the beginning of the countdown to the end of winter. Whether or not Punxsutawney Phil sees his shadow or not, we're about six weeks away from starting to see some early signs of Spring.

Groundhog Day has been around since at least 1886, at least in Punxsutawney (according to Wikipedia). That tells me that our ancestors also needed a benchmark day where they could begin the countdown to the end of winter.

Nebraska has its own version of Phil, notably a long dead and stuffed groundhog named Unadilla Bill, who will make his appearance from the Groundhog Capital of Nebraska. You can follow the Unadilla Bill Groundhog's Day celebration on Facebook. One day a year, Bill is taken outdoors from his usual spot in the tavern in Unadilla to see if he will see his shadow.

One thing is for certain - winter will come to an end - eventually.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy and History - Week 1: New Year's Day

Week 1 Challenge: New Year's. Did your family have any New Year’s traditions? How was the New Year celebrated during your childhood? Have you kept these traditions in the present day?


I remember that for several years when I was a kid living at home, my parents and I spent New Year's Eve with their friends. If the friends had children, I would spend time with them. That was always a little weird, trying to create a friendship based on seeing someone once a year. But it provided some variety and I didn't mind it. Of course, I always would have preferred to have hung out with the adults; I was always much more interested in their conversations about politics and world events.

New Year's Eve would never be at the same family's home. We would go someplace different each year, or have the families to our house. The only real memory I have is of watching The Tonight Show. No, not the one with Jay Leno; not even the one with Johnny Carson. Back then, it was Jack Paar and his announcer, Hugh Downs. I never quite figured out why they were celebrating the New Year in New York at 11 p.m. and then when midnight rolled around, nothing happened. Apparently, I had not yet learned about different time zones around the world.

During my mid-teens to college years, the New Year's holiday activities usually revolved around watching the Nebraska Cornhuskers play football at some bowl game. That's back in the day when there were only four or five big bowl games and it really meant something to be invited to one: Rose, Sugar, Cotton, Orange. That was also back in the day when Nebraska had a really good football team.

I was attending the University of Nebraska when the Huskers won back to back national championships in 1971 and 1972. Both championships were played out in the Orange Bowl, which was played on New Year's night. Once the televised games were over, my friends and I piled in a friend's car and "cruised O" Street with a few thousand other excited fans. It was total chaos, but good clean fun. I remember a police officer working traffic and he was pointing his finger shouting, "We're Number 1" right along with everyone else.

On January 14, 1971, President Nixon came to town to recognize the team for its championship season. I was never a Nixon fan (to say the least), and this was a year and a half before the break-in at the Watergate Hotel in Washington, D.C. that led to his downfall. I was one of just three or four journalism students selected to receive press credentials for the event that attracted about 8,000 people to the Coliseum on the University campus. I may still have my press pass somewhere, but maybe not. As members of the working press, we had a special door to enter and were patted down by the Secret Service. The agent also took every piece of camera equipment out of my bag and carefully inspected the lenses before I was allowed to enter the arena. I took a spot next to the camera crew from ABC. One of the ABC cameramen was pointing out the undercover Secret Service guys in the crowd, mingling with the campus radicals, with long hair, headbands and looking like someone out of the cast of Hair. Whether or not they were really Secret Service or if he was just feeding me a line, I'll never know.

But I'm veering off topic from New Year's traditions - even though it was the football victory of New Year's Day that caused me to wind up in the Presidential press pool two weeks later.

I'm not much for crowds or parties, and I'm even less enchanted with the idea of going out in sub-zero weather with a bunch of drivers who have had too much to drink. As an adult, it's been quiet, with New Year's Eve spent with Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve - every year since 1972. Sometimes with friends, sometimes alone. But one thing has remained constant since my childhood - I've always seen the New Year as a fresh start, a new beginning and knowing that we're at least halfway through the cold winter months.

About 52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy: Amy Coffin of We Tree Genealogy has created a third year of blogging prompts for genealogy bloggers. The theme for 2011 is 52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy and History. These are shared on the Geneabloggers.com web site, hosted by Thomas MacEntee.


Read all articles in this series.

Friday, December 31, 2010

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Advent Calendar: Outdoor Christmas Decorations

This is probably going to be the only Advent Calendar themed message I'll be posting on LongLostRelatives.net this season, but it really seemed appropriate because, you see, my cousins happen to be the Clark Griswold family.

My cousins in St. Louis are Christmas Crazy and that includes covering every available outdoor space with Christmas lights.

Here's their web site:  http://www.christmas-onthe-hill.com/

But for the news coverage and video of their computerized light system, click here.

It was actually because of their web site that I was able to reconnect with my cousins a few years ago. We now joke that we get together once every 28 years. Happy Holidays, Patricia and Tim!

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Thanksgiving Day 1944

Here is how my father spent Thanksgiving in 1944 - while in naval basic training in Gulf Port, Mississippi.



Interesting that cigars and cigarettes were considered part of the Thanksgiving meal.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Veterans Day - in honor of my Dad

Kenny Petersen
U.S. Navy

November 15, 1944

Dearest Mom, Dad and Sis:

Well it is 11:30 P.M. and I just got back from my last class. We had a movie, a lecture and some look out practice. Well I’ve got a few minutes before I will hit the sack so I am a writing again to let you know that I am thinking of you all of the time. I would a lot rather write to you than anyone because I like your letters so darn much. Well I have been trying to write you everything I can and let you know what I am doing, what it is like here etc.

Golly I sure do wish that you could see some of the places that I have seen done some of the things. Gee I’m not kidding you but I am really seeing the sights. Just think. Who would have ever thought 2 years ago that I would be in the Navy and see the Gulf of Mexico and now I am almost ready to be put on a big ship and see the ocean. It’s really something eh? Just think after this war of all the things that I can tell you. About the things that I have done, and where I have been, about the ocean, the big ships, the different ports. Golly!! Oh, I didn’t tell you one thing that I did while I was on liberty.

Now don’t get mad at me when I tell you. I wasn’t a going to tell you, but heck I can tell my folks everything that I do and not be ashamed of it. Well our whole gun crew got together and Saturday when we went into Gulfport we all had a tattoo put on us. ha ha. I didn’t get a very big one. It’s an anchor with U.S.N. across it. It’s really pretty and the scab is just about off. It’s on my left arm and you aren’t a real sailor until you have one. ha. So now I am a real sailor ha. It hurt a little while the fellow put it on but it don’t bother me a bit and it’s pretty nice. Now don’t get mad please. I’m not a going to get anymore but I always did want a small tattoo on me. ha. Here is what it looks like.

This is just a rough sketch of it but this is what it sorta looks like. haha. It looks really nice and I really look salty. ha ha. Please don’t get mad or bawl me out now. Will you. Write and tell me what you think about it though. I am writing to you and sucking on some of your candy. Boy is it ever good. I really like your life savers and that is the best kind of candy that you can send me. It’s really swell. Well it’s about time to knock off and hit the sack, so will close for now. Keep them swell letters a coming and good night and Lots of Love and Kisses.

Kenny


Note: Dad came home from the war with not just one, but three tattoos. He was just 18 years old when he wrote this letter home.

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Happy Halloween - 1914


This postcard was sent by Emma Landon Bellinger to her granddaughter, Maxine Kelly. The card is postmarked University Place, Nebraska on October 2, 1914. Little Maxine was just two months old. She died the following September. Emma also died the following year. They are buried close to each other in the Greenwood Cemetery, Greenwood, Nebraska.


Transcription

Dear Little Maxine,

How are you getting along these fine days. When are you coming to see grandma again. With love.

Maxine Dorothy Kelly
1914-1915
Relationships: Maxine was my aunt and Emma was my great grandmother.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Halloween Memories and Costumes

Lorine McGinnis Schulze of the Olive Tree Genealogy blog is sharing memories of Halloween costumes today. One costume of mine immediately came to mind and I was able to find the photograph in a matter of seconds.

This is the costume I wore circa 1958 in Greenwood, Nebraska. I wore a mask that portrayed a Japanese lady. My "hair" was actually a combination winter cap/scarf that my Mom fashioned into a quasi-wig.

My dress was an old white sheet. I think that I must have colored some Halloween designs on it - black cats, pumpkins and the like.

In our small town, we didn't go door-to-door but just to the homes of people we knew. This photo was taken by our neighbor, Dorothy Maher, at her home across the street. From Dorothy's I went to the Buckingham's home. Mrs. Buckingham apparently thought I was this little Japanese woman who came knocking on her door on the evening on October 31. Or maybe she was just going along and humoring me! What I remember is that when I left her house, my "hair" got caught in the screen door and I went a little crazy trying to free myself!

Some time later, Dorothy shared a story that she had a visitor who was looking through her photographs and asked her about the Japanese lady. Someone apparently thought that it was the real deal.

Monday, September 6, 2010

Happy Labor Day

The Kelly Family of Greenwood, Nebraska welcomes the Garrigus Family of Connecticut


As families gather for end of summer festivities, I wish all of my blog readers a Happy Labor Day.



Saturday, July 3, 2010

My Revolutionary War Ancestor - Johannes/John Belllinger

Tracking down the John Bellinger name in my family history can be quite mind-numbing at times. Going back to my great-grandfather, John William Bellinger, his father was John Bellinger; his grandfather was John Bellinger; and his great-grandfather was John (or Johannes) Bellinger.

My Bellinger ancestry takes me to the area of Herkimer, New York, where it seems every Bellinger in the country must have lived at the time.


The first story I found about my Revolutionary War Johannes/John F. Bellinger was a tale written by my great grandfather, John Bellinger, in 1934. I don't have the original, but it was recopied by my grandmother, Sina Bellinger Kelly, many years later. His account was shared by Joy Deal Lehmann in her book, The Bellingers of Greenwood, Nebraska (2001).

Great-grandfather Bellinger's story read as follows:

"As told by my grandmother, she came to Nebraska with us. She was 97 years old when she died in 1874. So you see she was born at the close of the Revolutionary War. I was 20 years old. She told how the John Bellingers fought. We had two war vessels laying in Sockets Harbor. Wasn't finished yet when three English war vessels came across from Canada. Ours wasn't moured yet when they seen them coming. They rushed on our boats with a John Bellinger leading with hat in hand yelling like an Indian. Giving orders and sunk two of them and the other one got away and went back to Canada."


Great Grandpa Bellinger's story seems to have become embellished over time. William V.H. Barker reports in the book, Early Families of Herkimer County, New York (1986) that my ancestor was killed by Indians while mowing hay. Barker goes on to report that my ancestor "refused to run for his gun when stalking Indians approached and was thus slain while Harter brother-in-law got away." The incident occurred on July 24, 1780.


At the time of his death, Johannes/John was about 25 years of age and married to Ernestina Harter, daughter of Captain Henry Harter (variations in spelling: Herther, Harther, Harder). They had only been married for two months when he died. Ernestina Harter had been married to Lt. John Meyer and later to Adam Staring. She was pregnant with Johannes/John's son, John Bellinger, when Johannes/John died. The son was born March 8, 1781 and was my great great great grandfather. He married Anna Eva Clapsaddle.


In Lyle Frederick Bellinger's Genealogy of the Mohawk Valley Bellingers and Allied Families (1976), Ernestina is referred to as the "It Girl" of the Revolution! What descendant wouldn't want to know more about that!


I have discovered some pension records and correspondence regarding Johannes/John on Footnote.com. And while being killed when mowing hay is not quite what Great Grandpa Bellinger had told of his ancestor's death, we do know that Johannes/John did serve during the Revolutionary War. 


UPDATE: More details about the death of John Bellinger in the Revolutionary War (26 Jan 2011)


Sunday, June 20, 2010

Sentimental Sunday - Happy Father's Day

Here's one of the earliest photographs of me and my Dad. I'm either a few days or a few weeks old.

My generation is known as the post-war Baby Boomers. Many of our Dads served the country during World War II, and those who survived the war came home, got married and started families. Tom Brokaw was right when he called them The Greatest Generation.

Many of us grew up in traditional environments with a working Dad and a stay-at-home Mom. At least I did. It was a good life.

I learned life's most important lessons from my parents. Get a good education, have a solid work ethic.

Even now, as I'm becoming a senior citizen (egods, I even get Senior Discount at some places!), I'm still learning lessons from my Dad. For example, don't plan on today's income covering retirement expenses twenty years from now! And that health care is expensive, even with Medicare and insurance. Who knew?

I'm fortunate that my Dad is still a big part of my life although our roles have reversed and I am now in the caregiver role. Today is his day with all of his favorites - chicken fried steak with mashed potatoes and white gravy and carrot cake. Maybe I'll even get off the computer long enough for us to go for a Sunday drive.

If your Dad is still with you, treasure him. If he's gone, take some time to think about the good memories. And for all of the Dads - your kids love you, even if they don't always say so.

Happy Father's Day.

One of my favorite books about Dads by one of my favorite journalists, the late Tim Russert:

Monday, May 31, 2010

Decoration Day can be dangerous



This item appeared in the Waterloo, Iowa Daily Courier 118 years ago today.

Apparently, I have inherited my great-great grandmother's proclivity for falling down.

Memorial Day 2010 - Honoring Those Who Served

On this Memorial Day, 2010, I pay tribute to Jess Carl Petersen, my father's uncle, who served in the U.S. Navy in World War II.

Uncle Jess is buried at Soldier's Circle at Wyuka Cemetery in Lincoln, Nebraska.

Jess was born in Hardy, Nebraska on November 14, 1915 and died much too soon at age 45 on September 12, 1961.

 Jess Carl Petersen
1915 - 1961

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Honoring Arbor Day in Nebraska

Arbor Day was created by J. Sterling Morton in Nebraska in 1872. It was a day to be set aside for planting trees.

Check out the interactive history book about Arbor Day on the Arbor Day Foundation website and Mr. Morton's diary entry for Arbor Day in his journal on the Nebraska State Historical Society web site.