tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29789813649217155392024-03-05T09:22:15.757-10:00Another Day With Donna ..... Genealogy - Family History BlogA Journal of sorts of daily activities, travel and especially genealogy. I'm researching the Hague, Wallace, Pearce, Rees, Blanding, Akins, Ells, Squier and many others, including descendants of Capt Phineas Stevens. My Rees and Pearce families came from Wales about 1880.Donna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.comBlogger128125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978981364921715539.post-68862127966218312242021-09-18T12:25:00.006-10:002021-10-11T16:40:44.526-10:00Hague at Dukinfield Chapel, Cheshire, England - 2018 visit<p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">I've been doing a lot of genealogy work, but also went to the UK in 2018 to work on the <b>Hagues </b>in <b>Dukinfield, Cheshire, England,</b> and to Wales to visit some ancestral sites of my <b>Rees </b>family. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"> With the help of cousin John McKie, we went through the graveyard at <b>Dukinfield Chapel </b>in 2018 looking for all the <b>Hague </b>graves, or possibly related. In the back area the weeds were high and for a time there was misty rain, but we persevered. This chapel has been around a long time, and my goal is to figure out how all the Hagues buried there, might be connected.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF9npsAyG0snfv-5PJBiUb440sMihjbZbouzpNAq6lBBTUFgxgy7HMGGh2rK0yy73tmB2khF0a4O3tZ86tw9GgvUeDtB0xTyqjLp8DCLhPd-qd-AsHzMkb2M1KLFR0YHqLqowUST9Y67yO/" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF9npsAyG0snfv-5PJBiUb440sMihjbZbouzpNAq6lBBTUFgxgy7HMGGh2rK0yy73tmB2khF0a4O3tZ86tw9GgvUeDtB0xTyqjLp8DCLhPd-qd-AsHzMkb2M1KLFR0YHqLqowUST9Y67yO/" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dukinfield Old Chapel</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxK5PzotGAUtaohcXoh-tVrlqkDPdsBV3vwvVi2ynDEsHQac0F-muYeexZcv3Do5j4iFauh_Tvniu8cS0U2buGwn_dMNA0wBqxI1hDSgZ-5iOODLDH7mUHuYQ2TbDnBRagVgxPt5GWPMt0/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxK5PzotGAUtaohcXoh-tVrlqkDPdsBV3vwvVi2ynDEsHQac0F-muYeexZcv3Do5j4iFauh_Tvniu8cS0U2buGwn_dMNA0wBqxI1hDSgZ-5iOODLDH7mUHuYQ2TbDnBRagVgxPt5GWPMt0/" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Donna Hague Wendt at a grave, Dukinfield Chapel</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3FW9cRYy2-FXk3fLQgG7kpIDf8sLNLd7T4c3ekrjM6JobVkO5WPP3ldNn5Sfe32jeXOuxy_BLEC5wSdB8NSxJW7kU0_pF4Foi9625KiOfo426vud7bgF3qEG8BBtxvE8cU4hnbt4x588U/" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3FW9cRYy2-FXk3fLQgG7kpIDf8sLNLd7T4c3ekrjM6JobVkO5WPP3ldNn5Sfe32jeXOuxy_BLEC5wSdB8NSxJW7kU0_pF4Foi9625KiOfo426vud7bgF3qEG8BBtxvE8cU4hnbt4x588U/" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">John McKie in distance at Dukinfield Chapel</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLX2_I4ULXqQm4P5xyU1nHViJ3Aph-tCRZ6ZfCnGjaPOilTlCldITYhz_MHMmT1S7E_Z5e682W3RB0YUNMEiEEHA3R1WTt-1kWVqjYvTZ8UbpPQFt_7a8xlHfBZx5xswwPpXygkFGWxu-D/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1227" data-original-width="1600" height="361" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLX2_I4ULXqQm4P5xyU1nHViJ3Aph-tCRZ6ZfCnGjaPOilTlCldITYhz_MHMmT1S7E_Z5e682W3RB0YUNMEiEEHA3R1WTt-1kWVqjYvTZ8UbpPQFt_7a8xlHfBZx5xswwPpXygkFGWxu-D/w472-h361/Dukinfield+I+found+at+Aston+Library+DSCN7847.jpg" width="472" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dukinfield Chapel by bottom, <br />Moravian graves in middle "burial site" Dukinfield<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;"> I found a book that listed the clerks and sextons of the chapel and found that a </span><b style="font-size: large;">Samuel Hague</b><span style="font-size: large;"> was clerk and sexton from 1784 to 1812 and was the first to keep a regular account of the funerals, with particulars as to the place of each grave. Nathaniel </span><b style="font-size: large;">Gee </b><span style="font-size: large;">was a clerk before him and I'm curious to see the relationship between the Gees and the Hagues. </span><p><span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"> Below is just a sample of the gravestones we found, and a few of the burial entries. Ancestry.com lists 17 Hagues buried from 1844 to 1939"Manchester, England, Non-Conformists Deaths and Burials, Dukinfield Old Chapel Graveyard.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"> By the way, I found that David Boudreau has done extensive research here and has a family tree on Ancestry.com</span></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgETCflnk_APsWwpJCgljmA5pOLWNOx-yuv1vrGF9x-2jXAxweHQBj2Jo_kKrhVBbCKDjE-n76jNkkxv9oCykOMhUm6NxbBos3c90VTNWmtVzYzT9jcdlgDvumF-JrPXVzyDa2GPXvlSgAv/" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1833" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgETCflnk_APsWwpJCgljmA5pOLWNOx-yuv1vrGF9x-2jXAxweHQBj2Jo_kKrhVBbCKDjE-n76jNkkxv9oCykOMhUm6NxbBos3c90VTNWmtVzYzT9jcdlgDvumF-JrPXVzyDa2GPXvlSgAv/w315-h400/20181003_144304+Hague%252C+Sam+1742-1816%252C+Mary%252C+James+1749-1821%252C+daus+Jenny%252C+Molly.jpg" width="315" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Samuel & Mary Hague and family 1806-1848 burial dates</td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqGkNYONi2A1N7gFh_SO_eLU-F9hIEPRjZ2Xh1Xtfms9sTB8746-UZh6_EpRSIsPx1k3udbSGCEz28OE7TartyTOpT-qhNr0UYwgJNXjAgHNF7Oa9ifnwhBrzSgS9gyVUI3j-C3ZPM0P3N/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqGkNYONi2A1N7gFh_SO_eLU-F9hIEPRjZ2Xh1Xtfms9sTB8746-UZh6_EpRSIsPx1k3udbSGCEz28OE7TartyTOpT-qhNr0UYwgJNXjAgHNF7Oa9ifnwhBrzSgS9gyVUI3j-C3ZPM0P3N/w400-h225/20181003_144820+Hague%252C+Jos+1743-1809%252C+Mary%252C+Melicent+age+9+weeks.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Joseph Hague & Mary and daughter Melicent <br />1809 - 1833 burial dates</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIYjxPZ-kJusnJgPwLuFRP7w6Eb86b1GPmZ_mSvlHlB5HHAIKG6QRjfWp77T1cwBtlqGQRgNm0e-B7-q6Mv5ZOXNFE4YNjO_tMuiQ8pX3JG3xcgfZuQ-Q5N8K6MLO-ZVCQPfK-f8b8LLFK/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1152" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIYjxPZ-kJusnJgPwLuFRP7w6Eb86b1GPmZ_mSvlHlB5HHAIKG6QRjfWp77T1cwBtlqGQRgNm0e-B7-q6Mv5ZOXNFE4YNjO_tMuiQ8pX3JG3xcgfZuQ-Q5N8K6MLO-ZVCQPfK-f8b8LLFK/w225-h400/Hague%252C++Joseph%252C+Milicent%252C+John%252C+Thomas++20181003_144553.jpg" width="225" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hagues in a column at Dukinfield Chapel</td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgME9y1vb0UvBGWz8GTfuUlEFGrIrOUb2SiuCyhc1eMzhXH8cn2mXS15IGpBu1vugLO97h_hwerRzuOlhp7YpHtVHXl8fWHMn_Lj8UbGpthN0GSkOYmAkIzF3EPG_vp57gP-Gmje9rl1Z8R/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1152" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgME9y1vb0UvBGWz8GTfuUlEFGrIrOUb2SiuCyhc1eMzhXH8cn2mXS15IGpBu1vugLO97h_hwerRzuOlhp7YpHtVHXl8fWHMn_Lj8UbGpthN0GSkOYmAkIzF3EPG_vp57gP-Gmje9rl1Z8R/w360-h640/Hague%252C+Jos+1707-1780%252C+John+1744-1809++20181003_144531.jpg" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Joseph 1780, John 1809, Melicent 1784 Hague</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyT2XGyb1WC8ej22ByLoxUJzOrxmlAgvGqds2Wx831VbQf9Wp2oOblATHZYAd6UMcDN9R3KpyfpjrGktMNhdwPPtDrBFdsnOvuP8B5gTA0zfdBf53_WS-QwenQ0VbDcAxQMd2C9nYxHMJT/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyT2XGyb1WC8ej22ByLoxUJzOrxmlAgvGqds2Wx831VbQf9Wp2oOblATHZYAd6UMcDN9R3KpyfpjrGktMNhdwPPtDrBFdsnOvuP8B5gTA0zfdBf53_WS-QwenQ0VbDcAxQMd2C9nYxHMJT/" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thomas Hague, died 1784<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Qe3HVsbAFP_ZjO4uWdsBPIlRKMk2SJWcfL4iGzasABQxFZDxDqKdxi2gUDtCYx3kRsTsDv0OLHQkRs7h1R7uJmig4TNcmuV2VjIhhTY6RbCj64Y6iCWt0grCNU6MgNTgZgU7L6stjKQ7/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Qe3HVsbAFP_ZjO4uWdsBPIlRKMk2SJWcfL4iGzasABQxFZDxDqKdxi2gUDtCYx3kRsTsDv0OLHQkRs7h1R7uJmig4TNcmuV2VjIhhTY6RbCj64Y6iCWt0grCNU6MgNTgZgU7L6stjKQ7/" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">John, Thirza, Harold & Eliza Hague</td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVsWsYZ6xEyLIet5hRxcpA3EB1hxj8hadBsWJZSCp_Rq5LVB_kay18TlXhbWCmLvc5YvUFKdfZbnPkqx8aXH_fqXgXIhyqR9Qq5okyBmeCu9HPhnNh1xXNXSZNR-CFrBZ7QDEfOXOSrf2-/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1971" height="461" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVsWsYZ6xEyLIet5hRxcpA3EB1hxj8hadBsWJZSCp_Rq5LVB_kay18TlXhbWCmLvc5YvUFKdfZbnPkqx8aXH_fqXgXIhyqR9Qq5okyBmeCu9HPhnNh1xXNXSZNR-CFrBZ7QDEfOXOSrf2-/w443-h461/Hague%252C+John+Burial+1742+son+of+Joseph.jpg" width="443" /></a><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dec 1782 burial of John Hague, son of Joseph (bottom left)<br /></td></tr></tbody></table></div></td></tr></tbody></table></span><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwoz5wHg1rfN9qHTPCuQRdBRlp5lPzBkXqw_Q65ZxsLwitjc135MIMB0SU4rZFDQN2o_EIm53Q9pJ3m3-fKMUhMs5McmHn9S7rhYBcOU_brC2icMsQU4xKTEw0NLp9EqQtT9z6FKbDStWX/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="653" data-original-width="727" height="340" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwoz5wHg1rfN9qHTPCuQRdBRlp5lPzBkXqw_Q65ZxsLwitjc135MIMB0SU4rZFDQN2o_EIm53Q9pJ3m3-fKMUhMs5McmHn9S7rhYBcOU_brC2icMsQU4xKTEw0NLp9EqQtT9z6FKbDStWX/w377-h340/Hague%252C+Joseph+1780+16+Jun+burial+record+Ancestry+2020.JPG" width="377" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Old" Joseph Hague 16 June 1880<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyGkhhKNSDMNGV9fx7zi1KZ9Q6Xi2znNSvEimwTdtNKEVahuxbd5nftXM4d4xzFHqjL5ZUGTFagzRNvxLUhQbFT_10ADQ9sxRhyphenhyphenK27Zw4rxRsFyWxygtVRzEtNik1Mli2InBjjvhYr1tiY/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="308" data-original-width="943" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyGkhhKNSDMNGV9fx7zi1KZ9Q6Xi2znNSvEimwTdtNKEVahuxbd5nftXM4d4xzFHqjL5ZUGTFagzRNvxLUhQbFT_10ADQ9sxRhyphenhyphenK27Zw4rxRsFyWxygtVRzEtNik1Mli2InBjjvhYr1tiY/w511-h168/Hague%252C+Joseph+d.1817+Dukinfield.JPG" width="511" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Joseph Hague, son of Samuel of Newton under Robert Gee 1 yr 4 mo<br /> June 29, 1817, Dukinfield chapel</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> <br /><br /></span></p>Donna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978981364921715539.post-44179656481945203772015-02-24T04:04:00.002-10:002015-03-03T13:38:51.131-10:00Donna's Travels - Morocco 2014Just a note here (while in Mexico at the moment), to be expanded, about my Overseas Adventure Travel tour to Morocco back in Nov and Dec 2014. It was quite an adventure in an amazing country. All went well, in the end, despite record flash floods in the country. Our tour group of 14 had an interesting time avoiding the floods and a real highlight was tenting in the cold Sahara Desert then traversing the high Atlas Mountains through the snow (who would have guessed!). .. to be continued.<br />
<br />Donna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978981364921715539.post-82194954217928522922015-02-24T03:57:00.002-10:002023-03-10T17:49:42.308-10:00Back to the Rees and Hague roots In 2014 I was very happy to welcome Cris Lythe, my cousin through our common 2-great-grandfather, Elias Rees, of Carmarthenshire and Glamorgan, Wales. She flew to Hawaii via Los Angeles from England and I hope she'll become a frequent flier to Honolulu! We saw a few of the sights around Oahu and did a lot of talking. My plans came together to travel, myself, to England in the fall to attend another cousin's (Judith Medlock) big birthday party and a gathering of the assorted cousins able to the following day in September.<br />
In preparation for the "reunion" with my wonderful Rees cousins, I prepared a book online at a site called Shutterfly. It was a ton of work, but a real labor of love. It was not difficult to do, but very time consuming. Even then, I made errors which I'd like to correct for the future. I passed out these soft covered photo-books to those families who had contributed so much to our common Rees history. I started with Elias' grandparents' marriage then baptism records and then Elias' own marriage record and children's births. Elias Rees and Jennet Morgans had five daughters. They moved from Kilgwyn Mill, near Llangadog, Carmarthenshire for work in Merthyr Tydfil, Glamorgan, about 1837 (I need to double check the date). Elias became the "Carpenter of Cyfarthfa Castle." Coal and Iron were king in those days.<br />
I devoted several pages to the backgrounds of each of the five daughters' descendants. It was fun to gather this information and photos. Family tree charts were included, along with maps of the early Rees farms and residences. At the end of the book I included descriptions of those who'd served in the military (I'm sure I've left out many), and some who had recently died that contributed so much to the Rees genealogy.<br />
I spent three weeks in England and Wales, traveling from one gracious home of a cousin to another. I really appreciate the kindness shown to me in every instance. <br />
One cousin, John McKee, lives near Manchester and this happens to be near where my Hague great-great grandfather, James Hague, was from. Despite not being on the "Hague line," John took me to Dukinfield, Cheshire (Tameside District), to see the sites of my father's ancestors, and to get some government birth and marriage records in person. We drove all around Ashton-Upon-Lyne, across the river from Dukinfield. In the 1841 UK Census, James Hague is noted as a "tanner" - an occupation that I found very interesting, as the industrial revolution had created huge businesses and employment in the cotton mills. We went to a "Hat Museum" which I found fascinating as it showed the history and intricacies of being a hatter and hat finisher from the cottage industries, to later days. The original machinery of one of the last hat companies is in the museum. <br />
Before I went to England, I was contacted by a Hague cousin in Canada. I do believe we had the same ancestors, via the father of my James Hague. That would be Edward Hague of Dukinfield. Very interesting that this family's first children were baptised as (forgot the name) and I visited the cemetery at the site of the original church in Dukinfield, very near where the Hagues lived. It is very exciting to find relations from this Hague/England link, and I hope to continue more sharing of the family ties. <br />
In Wales, cousin Jan and husband, Russ Clarke, drove me all over Carmarthenshire. The brakes on their car got good use as I was always saying "Wait, stop, I need a photo of that!" We knocked on a few doors and had gracious welcomes of old acquaintances. Especially exciting was visiting the old mill which I believe Elias Rees had described in a notebook in 1838 as the place where he was from. Being written in Welsh, and quite faded, it took "a village" to decipher the writing and decide that it was a particular mill a half mile from the "Dolgoy" farm where we believe Elias was either born or raised... or his family worked there. Also, next to that mill was the Bethlehem Church and Cemetery. Tombstones of the Morgans family were abundant and still decipherable in that cemetery. I think they are parents/relations to Elias Rees' wife, Jennet Morgans. More research still needs to be done on Jennet. The kind owners of the mill site gave us a tour of the home and renovated mill. She said she thought she had old deeds to the ownership of the mill, which I hope she can find and share with me. Was is a Rees mill, or Morgans? <br /> Upon my return home I did discover, in old newspapers, online, that James Hague was an active "Chartist." This was an unknown term to me until I found his arrest record in the paper, and that led to learning about this reform movement. Perhaps that's why James decided to get out of England in 1848 and come to America (first Rhode Island, then settling near Des Moines, Iowa). <br />
My travels in 2014 left me little time to actually integrate and substantiate my research and information / photo gathering. I expect to be home from March to May 2015 to do genealogy and tell the stories of my ancestors.<br />
Donna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978981364921715539.post-86946107038858124722015-02-24T02:47:00.001-10:002017-07-17T22:09:39.751-10:00News update of Donna's happenings It's been quite a while since I've taken the time to add a post here, so I want to catch up a little. I'm in Guadalajara, Mexico, right now and preparing to return home soon. I'm just completed another Operation Smile volunteer medical mission to repair cleft lip and cleft palate defects in children of the world.<br />
Going back to 2014, I was very happy to have been asked to three missions - all in the first part of the year: Phnom Penh, Cambodia; Tegucigalpa, Honduras; Pampanga, Philippines. All were wonderful experiences and hundreds of children had their lives transformed. <br />
After the Cambodia and Honduras missions, I stayed on my own in the cities in order to see more of the area when I wasn't working in the hospitals. I learn so much by getting out on my own. <br />
After that I flew to Denver to celebrate the first birthday of my great-grandson, Wesley. He is a real joy and doing very well. Unfortunately, I had a hospitalization for small intestine obstruction which was three days, but I was in the ER when my plane flew off to Denver, so flight arrangements were quickly made. Luckily I had plenty of time before friends and family of Wesley gathered for his big day. I spent a couple weeks in Denver. I'll make a new post to describe the last half of 2014. It was a very busy year! Maybe I'll be more organized and able to add photos soon.<br />
To be continued as time allows...!Donna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978981364921715539.post-42923689898135147452014-07-26T09:13:00.004-10:002015-02-24T02:54:46.743-10:00Back from Rawanda 2013Operation Smile - back from Rawanda 2013<br />
After the Congo I was asked to go to Rawanda for another mission to repair cleft lips and cleft palates in that country. I learned as much as I could about the country, from its beauty to its turbulent past. The recent genocide gave me pause to go there, but once I got into the country I was amazed at the progress this little country in the middle of Africa has bounced back to be more of a model of tolerance, and gaining slowly in prosperity.<br />
I flew a long, long way and a long, long time to get to the capital called Kigali. I flew west from Hawaii with a long lay-over in Seoul, Korea, and on Qatar Air to Qatar then Uganda and finally Rawanda. The 40 member team from various countries gathered the first night in Kigali, then took vans a few hours west to the town of Ruhengeri. <br />
We were three to a room, with one on a mattress on the floor. We spent a week there, walking back and forth to the hospital, except on nights in the pouring rain, when we could get rides. There was a nice center where people with clefts could come as families and stay for the screening and surgery. <br />
The first day there we screened all the kids and people can came requesting surgery. Some were too sick or too malnourished to have an operation, and will be seen on another mission, maybe next year.<br />
I helped set up the operating rooms in the hospital, all our equipment and instrumentation coming from shipments from Operation HQ in Virginia. <br />
A group of guys from England, like a boy band, came to lend their support and help publicize the mission. The local volunteers and the children and parents were so wonderful. They were happy to see us and even happier after the surgeries. <br />
I worked in the Operating Room. One room had two operating tables and the other room had three. It was quite crowded and very busy, but we did over a hundred cases in the 4 1/2 days of surgery.<br />
Interestingly a man came into the hospital's ER and then to their OR. He had stepped on a hand gernade or land mine that had been buried in the mud around a lake since the genocide. It blew his lower leg off. Our operation smile doctors helped the local staff to stop the bleeding and clean up the stump so he could be transported to Kigali for further treatment and a major hospital. Times like this is when reality really hits home. This country has suffered tremendously.<br />
I will add pictures of the mission later.<br />
After the mission I went on my own, but with a couple other people that stayed over, and we went up the nearby Volcanoes National Park to see the Mountain Gorillas... as in the movie of Diane Fossey "Gorillas in the Mist". This was the place! The first day we went to see the Golden Monkeys in their home of the bamboo forests, it was really fun to watch them and take lots of pictures. The next morning, praying that the rain would hold off, we met at the Park and were assigned into groups of eight. We had requested to view a gorilla group that would take us on only a moderately strenuous hike. There are about 12 gorilla groups that are habituated to humans watching them. There are other groups that can be visited across the border in Uganda. But the gorillas that are on the other border to the Democratic Republic of the Congo are in danger still, because they are not protected, and can still be poached.<br />
We drove to a small village where the trail to our gorilla group called "Bewandi" were. Trackers had followed them the night before and knew the location where they'd "nested" and went back up in the morning to continue tracking them until we arrived. We had a guide and I hired a porter to carry my backpack and help me up the tricky and steep mountain path. Hiring the local men is helpful to the village and a deterant to poaching. The hike took almost two hours and I was usually in the rear, with four physically fit Aussies setting the pace in the lead. We had a couple park rangers meet us at the stone wall that surrounds much of the park. Then we all walked up to meet the trackers and put our bags down ready for the one-hour adventure with the gorillas. <br />
It was amazing to see two Silverback Mountain Gorillas in the group with other members of various ages. One female had a one month baby gorilla which she carried closely in her arm. We were very close to all of them, and had many rules to follow during the encounter. Basically the gorillas had no concern about our presence and more just intent on eating the bamboo and other plants and leaves that they found find. We all got many photos and videos of the visit, and were grateful for the once-in-a-lifetime experience we had, even if it was just for one hour. The rain held off until we were back in Ruhengeri.<br />
After that we went to the big lake near Goma, the border crossing to DCR. ...to be continuedDonna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978981364921715539.post-46834073631505997882013-07-06T10:40:00.000-10:002015-02-24T02:55:21.514-10:00Operation Smile - return from DCR (Congo) AfricaI recently returned from 10 days in the Congo (DRC) in the capitol city of Kinshasa, the old Leopoldville in the old country of Zaire (and the Belgium Congo, before that).<br />
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I was fortunate enough to go as a volunteer Operating Room nurse with <strong>Operation Smile,</strong> a volunteer organization which surgically repairs cleft palates and cleft lips in children, primarily.<br />
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Our group of 40 was composed of Plastic Surgeons (4), Anesthesiologists (5), OR Nurses (4) and several recovery and pediatric nurses, and other integral members of a" traveling hospital." We were able to occupy two operating rooms in a local hospital for the 5 days of surgery. The other days involved screening hundreds of surgical candidates and setting up the areas of operation. About 17 members of the team were from the USA and the others were from several other countries including Kenya, South Africa, Rwanda, Ghana, Italy, England and Ireland.<br />
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About 126 kids and older patients were operated on to instantly change their lives to make a small change in their faces, yet to impact their social acceptance and self esteem in a big way. The kids and parents were great. I enjoyed working with the many hospital employees, nursing and medical students, and interns who aided us, and also learned from us. On the other hand, we learned about the parents love for their children, their generosity and patience, and their eagerness to learn new things.<br />
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I'd never been in Africa before, except for one day in Dakar, Senagal, on a tour in 1968. I didn't know what to expect in Kinshasa. We arrived at night so I couldn't see the lay of the land, and never saw the nearby famous, Congo River. Our van ride to the hotel was ill-fated. We broke down on the highway in the fast lane. After tinkering with stuff under the van (while we sat without lights and everyone honking and barely missing us), the driver and assistant rolled the van backward down the hill until he could "pop the clutch" (I think). We tried rolling back three times, each time I envisioned a horrible rear-end collision. Finally it caught and we were on our way, only to have it happen again...loss of power. This time we got off the road and they called a smaller van to start ferrying us on to the city. That's about as scary as it got. But we were warned of crime and the need for security measures while there. We stayed in groups both to the hospital and to the restaurant for our evening meal, and back to the hotel. We were warned never to take a taxi. So everything went well. </div>
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The hospital days were very busy, very tiring, yet very rewarding. We had wonderful volunteer translators who spoke the local Lingala and French and made it possible to talk to the people. It's heart-warming to see so many children have this transformational surgery. The children were so sweet and the parents so grateful for the help provided to their children.</div>
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In the days of screening we saw people who had conditions of many years, that we couldn't treat, including burns from acid thrown at them, and a woman with her fingers hacked off by her husband. Several had disfiguring tumors, and we were able to help one or two with smaller facial tumors. I heard there is an International Charity with a ship that can offer help to those larger cases we couldn't do. The organization is "Mercy Ships" of Texas, and the current ship is called <em>Africa Mercy.</em> It may dock at Pointe-Noire next year across the Congo river on the Atlantic, west of Brazzaville . That's about all I know of that, but hopefully many in the Congo can get help there.</div>
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Our days in Kinshasa were followed the tight routine of Work, Eat, Sleep. But on the last day while waiting for our flights home at 8 pm, we were able to rent a van to take us to the Bonobo Sanctuary.</div>
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It's called the "Lola ya Bonobo" (Paradise for Bonobos in Lingala). Bonobos are a separate species from Chimpanzees and are identified as our "closest" genetic cousin. Indeed, the nursery at the sanctuary gave us a glimpse of orphans hugging and playing with their surrogate human mothers who devote time with them until they get older and can be released in the "teenage" area.<br />
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In the teenage area one particular little guy had a wonderful time jumping onto the top of a pipe and balancing on one foot. In addition he scooped water from a pool with his hollowed out orange, and drank water from the makeshift "cup".</div>
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All the areas in the sanctuary are fenced off from humans and provide as wild of an environment as possible to live. As I understand it, Bonobos were discovered in about 1928 and are only found in the DCR Congo. Their habitat is surrounded by rivers, and it's said they can't swim well so evolved separately from Chimpanzees on the other sides of the rivers. Now that lumbering is destroying their habitat and adults killed for bushmeat, the babies are sold as pets or abandoned. This sanctuary seeks to provide a sanctuary for the homeless Bonobo, now endangered I think. At any rate, this glimpse of Africa, out of the city, was never to be forgotten. <br />
I returned to Hawaii after about 36 hours of air travel, including about 27 hours in airplane seats. The trip seemed to help my herniated disc and sciatica pain, for what reason, I don't understand. But after a week of jet-lag, I am looking forward to another trip to Africa.Donna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978981364921715539.post-60470316314839201122013-03-26T13:43:00.000-10:002013-05-04T18:18:48.645-10:00Fearless Females - Aunt Pearl - best baseball scorer 1910<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Pearl Victoria
Blanding was a fearless female, and during Women's History Month I thought I’d
write about her: my great Aunt. Pearl
was not a straight-laced Victorian lady, despite her middle name. She was born 22 Mar 1892, but that never
stopped her from getting younger through the years. At one point, on her Catholic conversion
baptism certificate, she crossed out her birth year of 1892 and wrote in
"1900." Her age was also eight years reduced on her ID as an office worker at Santa Anita Race Track in 1936. <o:p></o:p></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She figured it helped her be employable, and she never acted her age anyhow.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Pearl was born at Madison Lake, Blue Earth
County, Minnesota, but didn't stay there long.
Her Blanding family and some cousins migrated to Dooley County Georgia about 1900,
supposedly to avoid the snow and raise peaches.
But after an epidemic of diptheria killed her little cousin, the
Squier family returned north. Pearl's father then took them to Palm Beach,
Florida, where he was a carpenter for the Breaker's Hotel. But California called, and the family took
the train ending in Los Angeles in 1903 where she grew up in her family's
boarding houses on Staunton Ave and also on 21st Street. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When Pearl was 17 she was feeling her
oats and became interested in the national past-time, baseball.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After all, that's where the guys were, and
she dated them frequently</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She received
post cards from them from all over the west and Mexico.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I knew Aunt Pearl always loved the Dodgers
when they came to Los Angeles in 1958, but I never knew the background of her
fascination with the sport.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> The postcard from Long Beach, above, says in typical jargon: <i>"Oh! you kid. Do you think you could outshine this kid in a bathing suit. I am rooming with Baldwin, a big league p. (pitcher?) certainly tells me a lot of dope, pretty good fellow too. Jess"</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">From the
California Digital Newspaper Collection I learned that at age 17 Pearl was an
avid <u>baseball league scorer </u>as written in the Los Angeles Herald
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> " Play Fast Ball in City League" Dec 13, 1909.
<i>"Shonley struck out ten men and was effective at all Stages of the
game." "<b>Miss Pearl Blanding</b>,
who did the Scoring, has the reputation of knowing as much about The national
game as either McGraw or Chance." </i>
[Art Shonley and Pearl's sister Fern Blanding, were married briefly in
1911]. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then on Feb 14, 1910: <b>"</b> Winter Baseball" <i>"The
National Lumber company team has the distinction of having the only woman
scorer in Southern California in <b>Miss P. Blanding.</b> Miss Blanding is an expert in following the
game and could give the male members who make an attempt at score-keeping cards
and spades."</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> She was always up for a party, or a song.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She became Catholic to marry her Irish baseball player love, Dan Critchley, and she fit right in to the culture, celebrating St. Patrick's Day with the zeal of a leprechaun, seemingly every day of the year.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Pearl fit right in, holding her own with a drink, a joke, or a song.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Aunt Pearl was not known in the family for
being practical or conservative in her living or spending habits. She was a bit of a free spirit. After she married her third husband I knew
that she loved dinner parties and card parties.
When I was a teenager she gave me a negligee that had belonged to her
party friend, Auggie, (Augustine Cole), I believe she was the governess of Francesca, the
granddaughter of actor Edward G. Robinson and his wife Gladys. Aunt Pearl often mentioned Francesca. I suspect the negligee came as "no longer wanted" following Edward and Gladys' 1956 divorce.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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a gray sheep by the family, but she outlived her sisters, despite her
cocktails and lack of compliance with diabetes.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She also kept some of</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the family
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I've been busy after getting back from Colorado after Christmas. The weather in Hawaii has been wet and windy, but still happy to be here than under the snow and storms some of the mainland has received.<br />
The greater <strong>Rees</strong> family of <strong>Wales</strong> has had a sad week with the passing, March 10th, of <strong>Tony Lythe</strong> (Anthony Frederick Arthur Lythe), husband of <strong>Cristabel</strong> (nee John) Lythe, my 3rd cousin once removed. Cris' great-grandmother and my great-grandmother were sisters in Merthyr Tydfil, Wales, daughters of patriarch <strong>Elias Rees</strong> born 1811 in Carmarthenshire. Tony was a Welshman through and through, born in Breconshire, and always proud of his heritage. A wonderful person, he will be missed.<br />
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Better news on the Welsh side, is that another descendant of the same great-grandmother's sister, <strong>Janet (Rees) Davies</strong> is coming to Hawaii to visit me. The visitor is <strong>Helen Medlock</strong>, a part of triplets, who all visited me when they were 13 years old with their mother, <strong>Judith</strong>. Now Helen is grown up and has been traveling on her own. I am looking forward to seeing here again, and showing her more of the sights of Oahu.<br />
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Donna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978981364921715539.post-1687529843935564262012-12-06T09:30:00.004-10:002012-12-06T17:01:02.687-10:00Advent Calendar -Christmas Memories - Santa Claus<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">We<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>enjoyed our visits to the department store
Santa Claus every year growing up in Los Angeles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I think we would find him at the Broadway or
May Company stores.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But it was when
Santa came to our house Christmas Eve to pass out some presents that really was
the best.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t know why I wasn’t
terrified by the Santa who came to our house, as you can tell by the photos, the mask was a bit scary.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
started getting suspicious of who that Santa really was when I noticed he wore
the same type of dress shoes that my father wore, and that he even had an
identical Masonic ring.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And where was my
father every time Santa arrived???<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
last time Santa came, my Uncle Wally Hague and his kids were visiting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Uncle Wally said he had to run to the store
and disappeared, then Santa arrived and this Santa sounded exactly like Uncle
Wally.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But it was great fun, and the
littlest kids were in awe.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And who could
doubt any of it when you would get that special gift – from Santa!</span><br />
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1946 I was only a year old, and maybe sleeping? Santa was wearing Dad's robe.</div>
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A great Christmas - Santa brought me a doll and baby buggy</div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> that he took from his bag (a mailbag).</span></td></tr>
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Yes, it was a doll, a "Toni" doll, I believe. My favorite.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgAP3hjbc6rGN8zK9rDcSg8xls2NkzoQkBrM293uf1nsf1P2jtAaBuRPRZuDotdBPLXJOd6KwOvdaBMelFJuBkcweNR45eO4LmHZwQ6sxoX4wr6gXNZUXMtJAcMXLvBiJGePjAx5eE8TEX/s1600/Hague-1950+00064.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> </a></div>
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On Christmas morning our routine was to get up early to see if Santa had returned to come down the chimney and fill our stockings that were hung on the mantel. Before going to bed on Christmas Eve we would leave a tray with cookies and milk for Santa (always gone in the morning) and a carrot for Rudolph (a big bite removed). </div>
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At one point I remember asking my grandmother, Minnie Wallace Hague, if Santa Clause was real. I remember she said, "His spirit is real and he lives in your heart" - I don't think I quite understood that answer, but I thought it was nice that she didn't say "No."</div>
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Donna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978981364921715539.post-83646649704722253222012-12-05T09:23:00.000-10:002012-12-05T09:25:07.725-10:00Christmas Memories - Outdoor Decorations<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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some point we had outdoor lights on the edge of the roof of our house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nothing extravagant, but once the neighbors
did it we all had to do it, I guess.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
climbed the ladder to the roof and would help my Dad put up the lights.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I recall being quite small when climbing up
to the roof.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What was my Dad
thinking!!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well, I did whatever he
thought I could do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I remember jumping
out of a tree once, with his encouragement, and he caught me when I was five in Idaho.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And then there was the time I got the courage
to jump off a diving board and he was in the swimming pool to rescue me if
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Anyway, I'm not sure of the year we started putting up outdoor lights, but this is a photo of our house on Cimarron Street in SW Los Angeles in 1961.<br />
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My Neighbors' houses --- this is the way we did it in 1961 in Los Angeles, California</div>
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Donna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978981364921715539.post-29265575987427112432012-12-03T21:46:00.003-10:002012-12-05T09:27:22.754-10:00Christmas Memories - Christmas Cards<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Christmas Cards were special from our house. Even before I was born my father (Alfred Vincent Hague) sent out photo Christmas cards that he created, including the processing and printing. When I got older I helped my father (along with my brother and mother) in the dark room built inside our garage in Los Angeles. Inside the darkroom a red light enabled us to see the pans of developing chemicals for dipping each card through, after exposing it to the original negative with light. Once that was done the cards had to be washed of all the chemicals. We did this in the bathtub in the house. Rinsing, rinsing rinsing. Then each had to be dried. Finally they were stacked and put in "press" or wooden box with a screw down top to flatten them out just before they were totally dry. From there my mom addressed each envelope and they were finally mailed to our family and friends. <br />
Follow my brother, Richard, and me throughout the years in the cards below:<br />
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Donna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978981364921715539.post-46137077195005578812012-12-02T16:49:00.000-10:002012-12-02T16:50:27.839-10:00Christmas Memories - Holiday Foods<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The foods I remember at our Christmas table were very
consistent through the years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My mother
prepared the Christmas dinner and relatives came.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We always used the Franciscan china, rose
pattern, dishes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p><br />
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Of course turkey
was the main course, along with mashed potatoes, a vegetable like frozen green
peas with little pearl onions (my favorite) but also corn, and green
beans.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Flakey biscuits were served hot
and butter provided to melt inside. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Olives would be in a dish, I only ate the
black ones; the ones without the seeds were best as they could be pushed onto
the fingers for fun.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Cranberry sauce gel from the can was sliced
and set in a dish, gravy was made, bread crumb stuffing created, and some kind of
sweet potato (I never ate any of that stuff). <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Maybe Aunt Pearl brought the sweet potatoes. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We kids
drank milk and the adults might have water.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The most important food for me
was the <strong>pumpkin pie</strong> dessert.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I love
pumpkin pie.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I was two, at a family
reunion in Des Moines, Iowa, they found me under the dessert table eating a
whole pumpkin pie before dinner.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can
eat pumpkin pie plain, but I love it with vanilla ice cream.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Whipped cream topping is OK, and another way
we liked it (my mom’s influence) with to top with a bit of honey and sprinkle
with walnuts out of the nut grinder.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My
grandmother, Grace Blanding Senker, had a farm in Los Molinos, California where
she, and step-grandfather Roy Senker, raised both honey and walnuts, so we
always had a good supply.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They also
raised prunes, but I abstained from them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>However they dried prunes and stuffed them with a walnut half and rolled
them in sugar.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> (I think this is what they did with the dried prunes, substituting them instead of dates - I could be wrong) </span>It was a popular
Christmas gift to other relatives, and a nice dish of them graced the table when
the pumpkin pie came out.<o:p></o:p><br />
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Speaking of pumpkin
pies, when I had my own daughter, after Halloween, I thought I’d make a pumpkin
pie out of our jack-o-lantern.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I used
the trial and error method, and unfortunately it was one big error.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The pumpkin was cut up into pieces and placed
in the oven, but it never seemed to cook until soft.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I tried to mash it up, but it insisted on
staying crunchy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I made my own pie
crust, but after too many attempts at rolling out a nice dough, I gave up and
smashed the dough into the pie pan until it was somewhat flat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With that, I baked the pie, and it turned out
---- a crunchy mess.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So much for my pie
making skills.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That’s the only pumpkin
pie I couldn’t eat.<o:p></o:p><br />
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t seem to
have any dinner table photographs digitalized (on my project list), but this
photo shoes show the Franciscan ware covered dish for the mashed potatoes, and
a basket from Mexico lined with a napkin holding the hot rolls.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A casserole dish for the stuffing and a glass
of milk can be seen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The people are my
Aunt Pearl & Uncle Pat Hunt in the foreground, my grandfather, Leonard
Pearce, and my mother, Nadine Hague in the back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That wall paper in the dining room was very
popular in the 1950s.<o:p></o:p></div>
Donna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978981364921715539.post-89275481291158053912012-12-01T11:49:00.001-10:002012-12-02T09:20:46.462-10:00Christmas Memories - The Tree <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
We always had a live green Christmas tree in Los Angeles. We would go to a Christmas tree lot and
select the perfect one, often a fir tree.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Donna & Dick at Christmas Tree lot... we only bought green ones, however. 1951</td></tr>
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I think we usually found a tree lot on
Manchester Ave west of Western Ave. In
the 1940s and 1950s the trees would never be perfect, but we thought we’d found a
good one, if it had <b>one</b> good side. Dad
would pick up extra branches to do some “repair” when we got home. Dad would tie the tree to the top of our car and
we would ride home feeling very special and happy to have the tree. Once home Dad would get out his drill and
drill strategic holes in the trunk to plug in the extra branches - to fill
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My first Christmas Tree 1945</td></tr>
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Mom would have a
place ready for the tree in front of the living room (also known as the “Front
Room”) bay window. Rotating the tree was a work of art, to be sure the best side was facing the living room. The challenge was to
always have the base filled with water so the tree wouldn’t go dry until after the New Year.</div>
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A white sheet was put on the floor and a
pretty Christmas skirt would complete the base.
Then the boxes of Christmas trimmings would come down from the attic
space. I liked to go into the “stereo
closet” (a closet Dad used for his stereo and electronics equipment), go up a
step ladder, removing the wooden cover and lift up into the attic . It was fun to see all the things placed here
and there in the dark attic. Since I was little, I was
able to get to the boxes and help hand them down.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Glass ball and big screw in light with tinsel icicles</td></tr>
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The lights would
have to be tested every year. They were big
screw in bulbs at first, then the smaller push in bulbs in later years. But the "bubble lights" were the premier lights of the tree, clipped onto the branches just right so they would bubble up inside the glass shaped like a candle. If one of the tree lights was out, the whole
string was out and it was quite a job to test each bulb to make sure it was OK. That was the slow part of the job. Then the light strings would be wound around the
tree. Mom would have the keen eye for
the placement of the light strings, and the other trimmings as well. After the lights were on Dad fixed up a
light switch to turn on all the strings.
It was fixed to the center trunk of the tree for convenience. But later the switch went to an extension that could be placed on the piano next to the tree.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A bubble light on the tree branch - slightly askew</td></tr>
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The silver
or gold garlands were next. These were of a
smaller diameter than are sold today.
They were looped around the tree.</div>
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Then silver tinsel
was hung, strand by strand on the branches to look like icicles. If we were tired at this point, there might
be a few tinsel clumps of strands instead of individual shimmering strands.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Finally the best
part was putting the decorations and glass balls on the tree. That was our job as kids. Mom would sit in a chair, and from the old May Company cardboard box would unwrap each
glass ball, lovingly wrapped in tissue paper the year before. We used all the same decorations every year,
and only rarely got something new. New
ornaments were usually one for my brother, Dick, and one for me. We coveted our own ornaments every year. One I liked was an ornament made into a design of beads, with a yellow theme. Hard to
describe. I’m not sure where it is
anymore.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The last thing was
the top ornament, usually a pointy spire top that ended just at the ceiling
level. I don’t think we ever used an
angel.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Finally when all
was in place, the lights would be switched on and we would all marvel at the
sight of our beautiful tree. Dad always
told the story of when he was a boy in Des Moines and they used candles on the
tree. When he and his brother and sister
would come downstairs Christmas morning the tree had appeared and the candle lights would be aglow. They were only allowed to have the candles on
a few minutes that morning, as the adults were deathly afraid of fire from rambunctious
kids knocking over a candle. So it was
an eventful year, perhaps around 1917 when Dad’s father, Alfred G. Hague, surprised
them with a battery box powered set of tree lights. He was so pleased that the lights could be
kept on whenever they wanted, and it would be safe when the kids opened their
gifts. As Dad would tell it, he was
always eager to get all the gifts under the tree. When it seemed all were gone, he rooted
around to be sure none were hiding under the tree branches. While doing this some of the tinsel (made of
lead I think) touched the battery box causing a spark and the spark ignited the
tree. So there was their “safe”
Christmas tree going up in flames.
Luckily the fire was extinguished before damaging the house, but Dad’s
father was quite discouraged with the safety of his tree that year and the new electric lights.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Beautiful glowing lights back in 1950</td></tr>
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The last thing
to make our tree complete was when presents would slowly be placed under the
tree, every day a few more would magically appear, as someone would have
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Through the years
I always had a real tree, until I move to Hawai and my daughter married. Since I was living by myself, I just had a
table top tree, or used a little ceramic tree made by my mother that had little plastic beads in it and a light bulb inside to make them glow like lights. (top plastic star on top is broken off!)<br />
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I would spend Christmas at
my daughter’s house when she wasn’t living in Germany. By the year 2001 I figured artificial trees
had become good enough to use, so I bought one with lights already on. My daughter and family came to Hawaii and the
tree was beautiful. A few purchased
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I have a trunk full of Christmas tree
ornaments in my attic. Last year it was
up to my grandson to move the Christmas things in and out of the attic. I lovingly think of the history of each of
the ornaments as I, my daughter, or my grandchildren, place them on the tree. I tell them the story of each special
ornament. I’m going to take digital pictures of the
important ornaments so no matter what happens to the precious and fragile glass
decorations, the images will always be ready to take me back to happy family
memories of my Christmas trees.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Donna, Alisa, Braden, Emily by artificial tree in Hawaii 2011 - no icicles or garlands</td></tr>
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Donna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978981364921715539.post-82757108112171563222012-11-22T16:39:00.005-10:002012-12-02T17:07:14.704-10:00Thanksgiving at Hotel Fern -- with the Blandings in Los Angeles<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Thanksgiving turkey dinner was always a tradition in my family. I came across this photo and am thinking that it might have been a Thanksgiving dinner or a Christmas dinner. The location was Hotel Fern in Los Angeles. My grandfather, Leonard Pearce (who married Grace), and my father, Vincent Hague (who married their daughter) were both boarders in this hotel, and ate around this table as the years passed by.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hotel Fern, Los Angeles about 1910-1915(?). Edith Blanding (my great-grandmother) seated on the right, along with three daughters, Pearl (3rd from right), Grace (4th from right) and Fern (standing) The men are the boarders. Perhaps for Thanksgiving dinner. . On the wall are charcoal crayon drawings of Frank & Edith when they were married in Goodhue county, Minnesota in 1884. Perhaps my great-grandfather, Frank W. Blanding took this photo?</td></tr>
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My great-grandparents, Frank and Edith Blanding owned, built and ran a boarding house at 1766 E. 21st Street near downtown. The Hotel was named after their eldest child, Fern, who was 20 years old when the hotel was built in 1910. I always wanted to learn more about that Hotel and the life and times of the Blanding, Akins, Squier family living there off and on, for about 28 years.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I had a cousin, Joyce Movius, draw a diagram of how she remembered the Hotel layout when she was a girl staying there in 1928. It shows the large parlor with dining table and piano, the large kitchen and three bedrooms on the first floor. The bedrooms were those of my great-grandmother, Edith (Frank died in 1926), my grandmother Grace with her second husband, Bobby, and my mother, Nadine Pearce.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">I've traced the records in Los Angeles, as best I can, for the history of the Hotel. In the basement of the Los Angeles County Recorder's Office in Norwalk, California, the county land deeds, etc., may be found (if you're lucky).</span></div>
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The deed as recorded in the record book - not very easy to read from the microfilmed copy</div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">I have transcribed the deed - see below:</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><strong>BLANDING, F. W.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>23 Mar 1910</strong></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><b><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">Corporation Grant Deed. Book # 4148, Page 272 Document #77,</span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"> 2 pages – copied 25 Mar 1910</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">
</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">Los Angeles Investment
Company, a corporation organized under the laws of the State of California and
having its principal place of business at Los Angeles , State of California,
the party of the first part, in consideration of Ten ($10) Dollars, does hereby
grant to <b>F. W. Blanding,</b> of the City and County of Los Angeles, State of
California, and party of the second part, all that real property situated in
the City of and County of Los Angeles, State of California described as
follows:</span><span style="font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">
</span></span><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><b><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">Lot Sixty three (63) Elder
Place,</span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"> as per map recorded in <b>Book
7 Page 27 </b>of maps in the office of the County Recorder of said County.</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">
</span></span><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To have and to Hold in the said grantee
(?) his heirs or assigns. Subject to the conditions and</span><span style="font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"> reservations<span style="color: black;"> contained in
the deed from Charles Abbot Eldert in Los Angeles Investment and Trust Company
a corporation recorded in<b> Book 2334 Page 232 of Deeds. Records</b> of Los
Angeles County to which record reference is hereby made for particulars.<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(note:
for “reservations” --see “Bargain and Sale Deed dated 12 July 1905 between
Elder and Los Angeles Investment & Trust Company – includes restriction
about not selling to “any person of African descent” dated 12 July 1905-dw).</i></span></span></span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">
</span></span></i><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Also subject to the taxes for fiscal year
1910-1911.</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">
</span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In Witness Whereof the said party of the
first part has hereunto caused its corporation name and seal to be affixed by
its President and Secretary, there unto duly authorized this 23rd day of March
1910.</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">
</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><corporation seal="seal">
Los Angeles Investment Company</corporation></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">
</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">By Chas. W. Elder.
President</span><span style="font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">
</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">W. D. Dieble, Secretary</span></div>
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Donna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978981364921715539.post-24968539053185982512012-10-27T22:01:00.004-10:002012-10-28T09:38:36.634-10:00Tsunami coming to Hawaii?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
As I write this (10 pm Saturday night Oct 27) there is a tusnami warning in the state of Hawaii as a result of a 7.7 earthquake off the west coast of Canada. The sirens have gone off for the last two hours - every half hour - and all the televisions stations are broadcasting the news of evacuation. The fire truck just went by warning everyone living by the water to evacuate. My particular place is not in the flood zone for evacuation, so I plan to stay at home. I have a 2nd floor if needed. In the meantime The Weather Channel is broadcasting all about Hurricane Sandy heading towards the East Coast. Big night for the US weather. <br />
I was at a fund raiser dinner a couple miles from where I live, and people began getting alerts on their smart phones, so we left and drove home. Now the roads near the shores are being closed. The tourists at Waikiki are urged to return to their hotels, and I imagine they will all go up above the 3rd floors or so. All the parks and beaches in the state are evacuated and closed. Unfortunatly there is only about 5 1/2 hours between the earthquake and the expected arrival time of the waves to Hawaii. The expected time of the first wave is 10:28pm. Right now they are explaning the difference between a surfing wave and a tsunami wave, so hopefully no one will venture out to surf tonight!<br />
There are no warning (DART) bouys between the West Coast of North America and Hawaii, so the exact size and time of the waves are hard to predict. <br />
Just now rainfall has begun. Hopefully the tusnami waves or storm surge will be small.<br />----------UPDATE Sunday morning: The tsunami warning has passed and some wave measurements were up to three feet, but no damage, no problem this time. A good exercise in disaster evacuation.<br />
Now, hope the East Coast can dodge disaster with Hurricane Sandy.</div>
Donna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978981364921715539.post-20437055291356099362012-10-24T22:12:00.003-10:002012-10-24T22:17:03.649-10:00Operation Smile - in Handan, China<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I've recently returned from three weeks in China. I went to <strong>Handan, China</strong> with Operation Smile, a voluntary medical mission to surgically repair the cleft palates and cleft lips of children. Handan is 3 1/2 hours south of <strong>Beijing</strong> by train, a "town" of almost a million people, and the main industry is coal. It was the first time Operation Smile had been there, and we were welcomed with open arms and tremendous hospitality. We were able to help 55 children. In this photo we were running three operating tables in one room, and two in the other room. We were in a new hospital and things ran very smoothly.<br />
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At the end of our week in Handan we were taken to a special restaurant in a nearby area, that specializes in a particular food - donkey meat. It wasn't just donkey meat, it was all the donkey organs and parts. I won't mention all the parts, but some were heart, intestine and tendons. I ate the rice.<br />
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After the mission, I stayed for a week in Beijing, by myself, to see as much as I could of the area. I was able to go to Tiananmen Square and the National Museum and the Great Wall before the tremendous influx of Chinese came to the capital during their week-long holiday for "National Day." I was able to go all around the city on the efficient and frequent subway trains, and also tried the taxis and busses.<br />
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One of the most outstanding things I saw was a "Kung Fu Performance" which was not only an amazing display of athletes, but masterfully built around a heart-warming story. My stay was at the economical "Swissotel" which was actually rated 5-star and was wonderful. The staff spoke English and I was able to get a lot of help every day in figuring out how to get to certain places.<br />
It was a good experience for me, but best of all were the children whose lives were changed.<br />
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Donna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978981364921715539.post-43404379217965907912012-10-14T14:47:00.004-10:002012-10-14T14:48:27.080-10:00Heather Wilkinson Rojo in Hawaii Kai<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It was my great pleasure to meet up with renown genealogist and prolific blogger, Heather Wilkinson Rojo<br />
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( <a href="http://nutfieldgenealogy.blogspot.com/">NutfieldGenealogy.blogspot.com</a> ) and her husband, Vincent Rojo, and mother, Phyllis Wilkinson, when they came to Hawaii recently. Before they left, they came out to my end of the Island for a visit. We got together and talked about genealogy and our common New England ancestors (Tuttle, Platts, Gawkroger, Prescott, Sawyer). We had lunch, then made a big tour of Hawaii Kai - from the beaches and cliffs to the volcanoes and even an ancient Hawaiian temple (heiau). I had met Heather almost two years ago on her blog after she came to Hawaii and was discussing her family member, John Dominis, whose son married Lili'uokalini, who became Queen of Hawaii, and the also the Holts. Last year we rendezvoused at the Southern Calif. Genealogy Socity Jamboree in Burbank.<br />
It was great seeing this month when they came to Oahu and Maui, and I was glad they could squeeze some time to visit out of their touring and Hawaii family researching. Genealogists are the best!<br />
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Donna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978981364921715539.post-8670753312783901812012-07-04T12:52:00.000-10:002012-12-05T16:13:58.457-10:00Turkey, California and Colorado<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I've recently returned for a wonderful trip to <strong>Turkey</strong> - a vacation with Overseas Adventure Travel. I was with a group of six friends in a tour of 14 total people. We had a terrific guide, Ersin. We stayed in <strong>Istanbul</strong> (once called Constantiople). The sights of this ancient city were mind-boggling. From the <strong>Blue Mosque</strong> and <strong>Hagia Sophia</strong> to the grand <strong>Dolmabache Palace</strong>, from the <strong>Spice Market</strong> to the fish markets, we enjoyed every minute in such an interesting and welcoming environment. <br />
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A week later we flew to the amazing region known as <strong>Cappadocia</strong>. One sunrise morning we floated over the fairy chimney landscape in a <strong>hot air balloon</strong>. The region has had people living in homes dug into caves and spires for thousands of years. It was amazing to see and visit these places, including an underground city. <br />
By small bus we traveled inland over the <strong>Taurus</strong> (Toros) mountains visiting a school, a small village and mayor's office, farm homes for lunch, religious sites, etc. One night we stayed at farm houses to learn the rural routine. At last, after passing snow in the mountains we arrived at the Mediterranean Coast, called the Aegean Sea here. Greco/Roman ruins were in abundance, and it was astonishing to be reminded of the long and rich history and cultural heritage of Turkey. From <strong>Marmaris</strong> we boarded our traditional Turkish sailboat, called a <strong>Gulet</strong>, and sailed north anchoring at beautiful little coves for four nights, and visiting interesting historic sites on day trips. At <strong>Fethiye</strong> we moved into a beautiful hotel for our last two days. <strong>Ephesis</strong> is the biggest Roman ruins attraction in Turkey. It was awe inspiring. A site visited often by cruise ship passengers.<br />
The flight from <strong>Izmir</strong> to <strong>Munich</strong> was short compared to the following direct flight from Munich to <strong>Los Angeles</strong>, but I survived. The following ten days I enjoyed traveling around <strong>Southern California</strong> visiting family and friends. I stayed a couple days in <strong>Los Angeles Chinatown</strong> so I could be near the <strong>Hall of Records</strong> and <strong>Central</strong> <strong>Library</strong> downtown to do genealogy research. A night at a private showing of "<strong>Snowhite and the Huntsmen</strong>" with a friend in <strong>Hollywood</strong> was an unexpected treat. From there I visited a friend in <strong>Canoga Park</strong>. Our mothers had been great friends from the PTA when were were in elementary school in Los Angeles. <strong>Arlene</strong> and <strong>Tom</strong> are avid geocachers, so we had a lot to talk about, but I'm a real lightweight compared to them.<br />
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Another two days were spent with my cousins <strong>Karen</strong> and <strong>David</strong>, getting together with the rest of the Hague descendants, cousins <strong>Patti, Carol, Yvonne</strong> and <strong>Carolyn</strong> around <strong>Anaheim</strong>. One day Patti, Karen and I visited an historic home in <strong>Santa Ana</strong>, the Howe-Waffle House (not a restaurant!), savoring the beautiful restoration and enjoying a mock 1890 wedding. We narrowly missed being mowed down after we left the house and crossed a street at a crosswalk. An SUV came barreling through the red light, across the place we'd must walked, and plowed into a car making a right hand turn. The crash was shocking with car pieces flying as if in slow motion when we turned to look. Luckily the people were not injured and the police were there in an instant. We counted ourselves lucky.</div>
On to <strong>Lake Elsinore</strong>, California to visit my nearly 98 year old 1st cousin (once removed), <strong>Joyce</strong> Movius. It is always a joy to see her and talk to her. I finished up a sort-of biography of her while we talked. Then, she took the <strong>autosomal DNA test</strong> I'd been carrying with me from home, through Turkey, and still carrying to her house. I'd taken one myself, just before I left for Turkey.<br />
On to <strong>Palm Desert</strong> to visit my school friend, Carolyn and do a lot of talking and enjoying getting together again. Then back to town and to the <strong>Southern California Genealogy Jamboree</strong> in <strong>Burbank</strong>. I've already written about that great time immersed in a favorite activity, genealogy. <br />
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Finally I few from <strong>Burbank</strong> to <strong>Phoenix</strong> to <strong>Denver</strong>. The run between flights in Phoenix about killed me. The flight had left Burbank late and they (U.S. Airways) made not effort to alert the connecting flight of the passengers who were running to catch it. It was in a different terminal and I arrived six minutes before the departure time. As soon as I took my seat the door was closed and they pushed away from the gate 7 minutes <u>early</u>. I wonder if the captain wanted to boost his on time record, or if he had any idea that all the passengers were aboard or not. Well, I made it to Denver and was met by my daughter and grandchildren. I spent a week in the hot country of Denver with my family helping them unpack after their move from Arizona and continue with the house renovation.<br />
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Another "lucky be be alive" moments, while I was sitting at the dining room table, a breeze came up and the big glass window (see above right in photo above) came crashing in and nearly shattered on my head instead of a few inches from me.... see photo below.<br />
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Donna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978981364921715539.post-4335778278313585292012-06-10T04:51:00.001-10:002012-06-13T19:04:41.917-10:00Saturday at SCGS Jamboree - Fun and Discoveries<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Saturday at the <b>SCGS Jamboree, Burbank, California </b>has passed. It was a busy day, and I didn't get a chance to really get breakfast or lunch, but did buy a banana every couple hours! Trail mix came in handy too. The first thing I did when the exhibit doors opened is to go to the <b>FamilyTreeDNA</b> booth. I'd just received an e-mail from the company that my recent <b>autosomal DNA test</b> had a match. I couldn't remember that I'd been sent a password for the test kit results, I went right to the top and asked founder and CEO <b>Bennett Greenspan</b>, how to see the results. He is a very nice and patient man. He helped me with my two submitted kits, one of my brother's DNA for the <b>Y-DNA</b> test (submitted since 2005 with few matches <b>HAGUE</b>) and the new one in which I hoped to find a match with other testers in the <b>WALLACE </b>project at FamilyTreeDNA. On hand to help was <b>Katherine Borges</b> of the ISOGG - International Society of Genetic Genealogists. She was all smiles as she and Bennett Greenspan unveiled my results and a possible 3rd cousin relationship with <b>Don Wallace</b>, the administrator of the <b>Wallace DNA Project </b>on<b> FamilyTreeDNA</b>. That is good news for me as Don and I have been corresponding for many years about our genealogy research and documentation, trying to make the last little final and critical connection of my <b>Joshua Wallace </b>with any of the well documented Wallaces in Delaware in the late 1700's. Now it looks promising that there is indeed a connection. We are going to review all the data again to see how Joshua can fit in. Don Wallace told me that there are eight others of Wallace lineage in the project that should show a close relationship with me. Yipee!!<br />
At 10am I went to the session given by <b>D. Joshua Taylor:</b> " A Broader Context: Using JSTOR for Family History. <b>JSTOR</b> is a institution-available-online source of manuscripts, reviews of articles, etc. that seems really extensive and where these obscure resources are now indexed. One can't get a private subscription, but can access them through libraries and universities, etc. I saw <b>Drew Smith</b> in the crowd, and maybe he'll talk about it on an upcoming podcast of <b>The Genealogy Guys</b>.<br />
At 11:30 I attended <b>John Bacus'</b> presentation: "What Does it Take to Get a Good Result? Inner Workings of the Ancestry Search Engine". The Pavilion was packed with interested people. The talk was very informative and definitely John is an Ancestry.com employee that knows the subject.<br />
Getting lunch was not an option for me as I attended the "special brown-bag lunch presentation" by <b>Gregory Paul Williams: The Story of Hollywood - An Illustrated History". </b>What a <u>great presentation</u> of the history of Hollywood. I was amazed at his knowledge of the earliest land deals in Hollywood. He mentioned <b>Colegrove </b>- the very tract of land that I just discovered my great-grandfather, <b>Frank Blanding</b>, bought into in 1904 for " $350 gold - cash in hand" for Block 9, in the El Centro Tract. I really wanted to talk to him afterwards, but so many people were talking to him with interesting comments about their early connections with Hollywood. I very much want to talk to Gregory Paul Williams. He was supposed to be selling his book there, but I failed to find him anywhere afterwards. I guess I'll have to try to look him up on the internet. <br />
The final three sessions included <b>Megas Smolenyak</b>2: "Reverse Genealogy: Finding the Living;" <b>Crista Cowan:</b> Tips and Tricks for Successful Searaching on Ancestry.com;" and <b>Barry Ewell</b>: "30 second Genealogist - How to Find Genealogy Answers You Want Now (describing his new website www.MyGenShare.com". All the speakers were great and I learned loads from each one.<br />
Many people asked me about the New Orleans style beads T<b>homas MacEntee</b> gives out to all the <b>GeneaBloggers</b> in attendance. He said that Chart Masters donated the beads. Quite classy!<br />
Every extra moment was spent in the Exhibit area. However, this year I didn't go to the Saturday Banquet, so my room-mate, Lenore, and I decided to get a good and convenient meal at the hotel. Later Lenore lulled me to sleep while she was practicing on her ukulele. I told her she should go outside to the patio where evidently "The Voice" contestants were gathering and playing guitars. We could hear either the American Idol winners, or the Voice contestants practicing in their hotel rooms in the evenings.<br />
Leaving tomorrow for Denver, before I return home to Honolulu.</div>Donna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978981364921715539.post-81581168770277618532012-06-09T05:24:00.000-10:002012-06-10T04:21:45.596-10:00At the Genealogy Jamboree 2012<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The second day of the<b> Southern California Genealogical Society's Jamboree</b> is here. Yesterday I took the morning tour to the <b>Autry National Center</b> and Museum across from the <b>LA County Zoo</b> at <b>Griffith Park.</b> The Museum is amazing and very large. It was co-founded by movie cowboy, <b>Gene Autry</b>, but exhibits a history of the entire West, rather than his life. There is a very large art gallery of the western painters too. We had a talk by the Director, and she invited me to send emails to the research area and they can help with my research if they have helpful items in their many collections. I was thinking about the finding out more about which train my <b>Blanding</b> family might have taken from Florida to Los Angeles in 1903. Which railway station, etc. Also they might be interested in having the donation of the movie film my father made he titled "Los Angeles Builds A Ski Jump" - this was in about 1938. So I'll follow up with that.<br />
In the afternoon I attended three sessions at the Jamboree, one by <b>Bennett Greenspan</b> of F<b>amily Tree DNA</b> on "Everything you Wanted to Know about Consumer DNA Testing, but were Afraid to Ask", one by S<b>teve Morse </b>on "Genealogy Beyond the Y Chromosome; Autosomes Exposed" and <b>Thomas MacEntee</b> on "Internet Killed the Family History Star-How Technology Has Changed the Face of Genealogy" All great presentations, although the heat/cold situation in the pavilions needs to be adjusted.<br />
My roommate, Lenore, and I attended the<b> Hollywood Gala </b>here at the <b>Marriott Hotel,</b> and had a very fine time talking to our noted tablemates: T<b>he Genealogy Guys, Drew Smith and George Morgan</b>, and the crew from <b>MyHeritage,</b> including <b>Shelly, Tara</b> and <b>Mark</b>. Speakers L<b>aura Prescott</b> and Me<b>gan Smolenyak2 </b>also stopped by. In attendance was child movie star <b>Margaret O'Brien,</b> and a movie star from the past who is now <b>102 years old</b>. She was autographing her book! We had a nice pasta buffet and sparkling cider, among the treats.<br />
Finally <b>Susan Kitchens </b>brought her telescope and we had a fine time looking through clear skies to see <b>Saturn </b>- including its rings. A fine first day to the Jamboree!<br />
By the way, the top winners of the latest TV Show "<b>American Idol</b>" contest are at the hotel and, getting ready for the summer tour. Included are <b>DeAndra B., Jessica S, and Joshua L</b>. Also here are the contestants for the upcoming "<b>The Voice</b>" series.<br />
</div>Donna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978981364921715539.post-39893432108297603182012-06-09T05:04:00.000-10:002012-06-09T05:04:02.628-10:00Look in the Deeds, indentures, for more information<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
After my adventures at the L<b>os Angeles Hall of Records</b>, at 222 Hill St., downtown LA, I did go to the LA County Clerk's/Recorder's Archives in <b>Norwalk,</b> California. The parking is easy, and although there are lots of people ordering current birth, marriage, death records, the downstairs archives is nearly empty. I went to the same Real Estate room in the Lower Level and got the same microfilm index looking for BLANDING as last year. Then my memory of what I had done with last years searching came back to me. In my notes I had the whole Blanding index results. What I could do further, was look closely at the records I'd had microfilmed, and ask for the Book and Page number written in the documents I'd found. That is, to ask for the book referred to in the deed or mortgage, etc. <br />
For example in an <b>Indenture</b>, in Book 3686 page 24 dated 7 Jan 1909 is says that the indenture was made for $1400 with interest mentioned as secured by that certain <b>Deed of Trust</b>..."dated 25th day of October 1905, and recorded in the office of the County Recorder of the County of Los Angeles, State of California on the 9th day of November 1905, in <b>BOOK 2487, Pg 156</b> of Trust Deeds...." So I asked for the microfilmed records from book 2487 and found the new 9 page document "Deed of Trust" which I then purchased a copy of for $4 page (more or less, I forget). I found <b>three new documents</b>, by searching for the items that were written into the previous documents I'd gotten last year when I was in a bit of a frenzy. <br />
So that's my story of trying to get as much information on my great-grandparents land records in Los Angeles starting in 1903. I'm not done researching the property, but I think I might have exhausted all I could find in the LA County records, and tax mapbooks. By the way, the guys in the Real Estate Archives room were very nice and helpful, and the woman upstairs where you pay for the copies in the current real estate room even remembered me from last year!<br />
Oh, one more thing, I found that my Frank Blanding has purchased, for <b>$350 in Gold Coin</b> of the USA...in hand... all property in Lot nine in the <b>El Centro Tract, Colegrove</b> from Herbert H. Greenfield. Good grief, this is in Hollywood, not far from the Hollywood Forever Cemetery, and bordering Gower, Willoughby, El Centro, and Gregory. I found no further reference to Frank Blanding in relation to this city block of about 24 lots. What went on? I didn't find a record of his sale of it. I wonder it was a brief investment with Title Insurance and Trust Company. The early assessor's mapbooks do not go back to 3 Jan 1904 when this document was written. Hmmmmm.</div>Donna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978981364921715539.post-41969750029858224782012-06-01T05:20:00.001-10:002012-06-01T05:20:25.775-10:00L.A. County Assessors Mapbooks - on the way to Jamboree<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
After spending three weeks in <b>Turkey </b>on a travel tour, (and seemingly the same amount of time flying to and from there), I'm zeroing in on <b>Southern California </b>getting ready to attend the <b>Southern California Genealogical Jamboree in Burbank,</b> June 8-10, 2012. So as not to waste any precious time in the Southern California area, I've already stayed two nights in <b>Chinatown</b>, so as to be close to the <b>Los Angeles County Hall of Records.</b> I spent two "head-ache inspiring" days down in the bowels of the Records building - in the subterranean dungeons of the "Archives" area. I came here last year for divorce and probate records of my family who have lived here since 1903. This year I wanted to search more into the land records. While the actual land records are in the <b>County Recorders Norwalk </b>office, which I visited last year, I wanted to find anything more about the early land records to find the actual deeds..... something so easy to do in small counties of the US... but not in Los Angeles, County. Although the clerks at the Mapbooks office had nothing else to do but help me, (no other customers, they just chatted) they didn't offer any insight as to how their records might be helpful. I'm pretty certain they really didn't know that much about what the books contained. They were the keepers of the "<b>Los Angeles County Assessor's Mapbooks</b>" and keep them in order and pull them. Mapbooks show the tax values of a certain piece of land, and they don't go by name or old address. Without some kind of asseAssssor ID number, or some such thing, you can't get into the books. <b>But </b>you can if you have the CURRENT address of the house/business/warehouse/etc., that NOW occupies the lot of land that was once an address in question (in this case those of my great-grandparents) <b>1766 E 21st Street </b> and <b>1674 Stauton Ave</b>. Los Angeles. Both have been gobbled up by industry and those addresses no longer exist. That presents a problem for the keepers of the mapbooks. <br />
That night I looked up their LA County Assessors website online and found a couple adjoining addresses and sure enough, the next day with the neighbor addresses they could find the land lots. What you see is a tract map of the property and on the facing page, a list of the owners of each lot in the map of the block, or whatever. The book may cover 1 to 10 years, depending on how much space the book has. Its lists the <b>tax value </b>for each year, with <b>lot </b>and <b>parcel </b>number assigned to each owner. If there was a sale, the new owner's name is written to the right of the old owner, but in the older books there is <b>no DATE</b> of the transaction. So it might be anytime during the length of time of the book. Is that clear??? Definitely head ache provoking.<br />
With high piles of assessors mapbooks brought to me, I dutifully went through each one, like a title search. I think I was looking for an <b>Assessors ID Number</b>. Something that doesn't seem to exist for these records of early 1900. And there was no nicely added <b>date of any land sale/transfer</b>. As I went down through the books I hit a dead end for both the addresses as the note on one books that says "where to look for the prior book" came to an abrupt end - with "Dead Page" being listed on the computer that the Keeper of the Mapbooks looks at. So my search only went back to 1940's on those addresses. <br />
I'm going to return to the Norwalk office to see if there are any more "deed-like" documents I can find there, beyond what I found last year. <br />
Hopefully when I get to the Jamboree in Burbank I'll have found some more information on the land transactions of my great-grandparents - <b>Frank and Edith Blanding.</b><br />
<br /></div>Donna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978981364921715539.post-65831682169696240472012-05-15T06:59:00.004-10:002012-05-15T07:02:56.121-10:00Time Goes By<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I've not had too much time to devote to my internet research at <b>FindMyPast.co.uk</b> , BUT I did have the great pleasure to host my cousins from <b>Wales </b>in April. We found each other through the internet in 2000 after I posted the names found in the bible of my grandfather. It showed the family of <b>Elias Rees </b>of <b>Merthry Tydfil, Glamorgan, Wales</b>. His granddaughter, Jane, came to America in 1881 and married her intended shortly after her arrival in Des Moines, Iowa, where their son, my grandfather, <b>Leonard Pearce</b>L was born. Other descendants of Elias Rees contacted me after seeing the names on Rootsweb, and we all got together a couple times in Wales and England. One cousin, Judith, and her teenage triplets visited me a couple years ago and it was such fun. Recently, Jan and Russ, were finally able to make it to my home in Hawaii and see how their American cousin lives. I kept them very busy seeing all the sights and doing all sorts of fun things. We recalled the days we had spent driving around Wales visiting the sites where Elias Rees was born and lived. We spent time in the <b>Carmarthenshire </b>archives and held family reunions. At one reunion I managed to sing the Welsh National Anthem with them, in Welsh. I hope I can return to the beautiful country of Wales and learn more about my family and the history of the places they lived so many years ago. In the meantime I am going to work harder to get more answers from my online genealogy subscriptions.</div>Donna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978981364921715539.post-19313555324869098552012-02-25T22:46:00.001-10:002012-02-25T22:51:15.451-10:00Find My Past – I’m Tryin’<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">I’m finally making the big move – the one where I pay for a subscription to </span><a href="http://www.findmypast.co.uk/"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: blue;">www.FindMyPast.co.uk</span></span></a><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> .<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is an expensive proposition to search on this site, that is, to view the transcriptions and images of genealogical records.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m especially interested in the British Parish Records.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In 2007 I opted for the 6.95 pound limited search (like 10 records), but that didn’t last long, so this time I want the 69.95 pound subscription for six months.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Woo is me though, I’m all fired up to start my <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Hague, Rees, Pearce, Barker, Walters, Williams</b> research, but my charge on Visa didn’t go through.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It had to go through the Visa Verification process, something new for me, which asked me for a User Name and Password.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Where would I have gotten that????<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It wasn’t the one for FindMyPast.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So I wrote an email to the FMP customer service, but they don’t work on the weekends.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Isn’t it always night when you want to contact businesses and they are closed?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Living in Hawaii and trying to contact England is a time zone nightmare (so to speak).<o:p></o:p></span> <br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the morning I received an automated telephone call from Visa Verification asking if I’d tried to make a purchase.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I punched in the key for Yes on the phone, answered a few more questions, and it said I was cleared to make the purchase and to contact the vendor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well, by that time it was Friday night in England… so now I’ll have to wait until next week to jump into Find My Past… .I emailed them again to question if I should attempt another subscription purchase, or would the first try still work.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I think I’ll try telephoning them with <strong>Skype</strong> late Sunday night, my time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So confusing, for something simple.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I never seem to have much luck making purchases online to England.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I tried to make a credit card purchase for a record at the <strong>Tameside</strong> area records (Lancashire, England) but, at least a year ago, they weren’t set up for credit cards, and that office was the only ones that had the particular Hague birth records I was wanting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> <span style="font-size: 12pt;">They only accept Sterling cheques or International Reply Coupons through obtained through the post office, and it is ridiculously expensive.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><strong>Civil Registration</strong> in England and Wales began on July 1<sup>st</sup>, 1837, and I’m looking for birth records of <strong>Ann, Elizabeth, Edward and John Hague</strong> – all born around <strong>Dukinfield, Cheshire</strong> between 1831 and 1837.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Luckily I have a <strong>Rees</strong> cousin near <strong>Manchester</strong> who has volunteered to go to the Tameside office and get the records if found, so I plan to do that when I get myself organized.</span></span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF3FYkXsaUU2pKtMweQj7fFCiwry24lHnj69IT8XV7DY66bx9GxYCQGxiOesxWyRiFrU_RU8pegH1u60800YN3wMUCdTE0znq7chEX4SAi2gjSJHfqwifeNOMgXem1xISP_cEZrKeZqxnD/s1600/HagueMaryAnn+Sm+Birth+Certificate+1844.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="292" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF3FYkXsaUU2pKtMweQj7fFCiwry24lHnj69IT8XV7DY66bx9GxYCQGxiOesxWyRiFrU_RU8pegH1u60800YN3wMUCdTE0znq7chEX4SAi2gjSJHfqwifeNOMgXem1xISP_cEZrKeZqxnD/s400/HagueMaryAnn+Sm+Birth+Certificate+1844.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"></div><span style="font-size: 12pt;">It's a lot easier for the children born after Civil Registration started as those are available from the GRO website and they take credit card payments online. This (above) is one I received for Mary Ann Hague who was born 8 Sep 1844.</span></div>Donna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978981364921715539.post-17779706704836345872012-02-18T13:19:00.001-10:002012-02-18T13:35:44.874-10:00Trip to Jordan<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Last December I traveled to <strong>Amman, Jordan</strong> for another volunteer medical mission with <strong>Operation</strong> <strong>Smile </strong>to repair cleft lips and cleft palates in children. My first trip to the <strong>Middle East</strong>, I was a bit apprehensive, but found the Jordanian people most hospitable and friendly. It seems Jordan is somewhat a sea of tranquility surrounded by areas which might be "iffy" for a traveler (Iraq, Saudi Arabia, Syria, Israel). The local Amman Operation Smile people were very organized for this great endeavor and we handled days of patient screening over 500 people with relative ease. The surgical days were long, but the hospital operating room was air conditioned and modern. We even operated on some Palestinian children refugees. I think we operated on about 140 kids.<br />
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At the hotel for the 50 operation smile volunteers (mostly Jordanian) there were many guys that made me think I wouldn't want to be on the wrong side of a rifle with them. It turned out these many guys were <strong>Libyan</strong> rebel fighters who were in Jordan for medical care from injuries suffered during their revolution against <strong>Gadhafi</strong> which ended 20 Oct 2011, just six weeks before I saw them. The guys were constantly viewing war scenes on their laptops in the lobby. I got up the nerve to try to talk to them, and the smiles flashed and despite limited English we spent an hour each evening talking. I never know what or who I'm going to discover on my trips. They asked me to tell people to come to beautiful Libya for a vacation, but wait a few months so it could be fixed up.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje8zCxtUjUwHSoZu_cAblXy6U01L79JlAr8Qt0PNvkZoiDz_yW_TyeP88XrXTf2W6Xwc3rO8PidqC0hCeNxToksx3x5Vo2rxbALh5LRmmUQ-eedQlWsA3OxZMgeu4H2tg4AQJIhRh3qTAT/s1600/DSC02337+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="222" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje8zCxtUjUwHSoZu_cAblXy6U01L79JlAr8Qt0PNvkZoiDz_yW_TyeP88XrXTf2W6Xwc3rO8PidqC0hCeNxToksx3x5Vo2rxbALh5LRmmUQ-eedQlWsA3OxZMgeu4H2tg4AQJIhRh3qTAT/s320/DSC02337+-+Copy.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Donna with the Libyans</div>After the operations I stayed several extra days to see the country. The most amazing place to see is <strong>Petra</strong>, several hours to the south of Amman. I hiked all over the ancient land of gigantic "buildings" carved out of the limestone walls of the surrounding mountains. This is where Harrison Ford found the "holy grail" in the movie "<strong>Indiana Jones - The Last Crusade</strong>" Not Pharoah's treasury, it was probably a 3rd century BC royal Nebatian tomb.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">a small portion of the Roman ruins at Jerash</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I went to the far north to the <strong>Syrian</strong> border to see the Roman ruins of <strong>Umm Qais</strong>, and the valleys through the olive orchards to Crusader defense castles of <strong>Saladin</strong>, the Kurdish warrior of the 1100's. Most surprising was the Roman city of <strong>Jerash</strong>, which has so many ruins I think it outshines those of Rome. Interesting to be so close to <strong>Israel, Syria</strong> and even could see a snow capped mountain of <strong>Lebanon</strong> in the distance. </div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> At Umm Qais - Israel on the left, Syria (Golan Heights) on the right and Lebanon beyond the Sea of Galilee</td></tr>
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<div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> One day I went with friends to the <strong>Jordan River</strong> where Jesus was baptised, then south to get out into the <strong>Dead Sea</strong> and float in the sun. We had a good time, and the water was clean looking, but very, very salty. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI2DZ-LF_dIAey7LZyRMqFjQ0AqWhJj9QhYAs9jshN_gT__cF3Z8NySN9D41xY4myZLCSc1QaprppAP5g62m_FaD4B0EZ9yYFTKY6uEcukyq5svF7_6Xt9cQxpK_NJuNkL4O62gx74h2hB/s1600/DSC02779+Dead+Sea+float.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI2DZ-LF_dIAey7LZyRMqFjQ0AqWhJj9QhYAs9jshN_gT__cF3Z8NySN9D41xY4myZLCSc1QaprppAP5g62m_FaD4B0EZ9yYFTKY6uEcukyq5svF7_6Xt9cQxpK_NJuNkL4O62gx74h2hB/s320/DSC02779+Dead+Sea+float.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On other days I contracted with a driver and visited the "<strong>Desert Castles</strong>" of eastern Jordan. Travelers' inns possibly dating from the 8th century. I visited the dry oasis of Azraq, site of the fort or castle where T.E. Lawrence of "Lawrence of Arabia" stayed during the Arab Revolution at the time of WWI. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtBvX4FI6qfWxUMSFWwf0q2hSQtRXvqsuS9rj7AcLXvk4GIT9dbPRLm9kJKcaXmP6wVkP3Y6toMwhMuMii9cQVJG4fqrx0ORe6OdBOcYZ6191WPS0PyTip4zKFrB3ivmCQEcosAXJeg-JA/s1600/DSC03095+Lawrence+Of+Arabia+door.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtBvX4FI6qfWxUMSFWwf0q2hSQtRXvqsuS9rj7AcLXvk4GIT9dbPRLm9kJKcaXmP6wVkP3Y6toMwhMuMii9cQVJG4fqrx0ORe6OdBOcYZ6191WPS0PyTip4zKFrB3ivmCQEcosAXJeg-JA/s320/DSC03095+Lawrence+Of+Arabia+door.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And finally one of my most interesting acquaintances was <strong>Hakim, a Bedouin,</strong> who offers tea to travelers at his Bedouin tent next to one of the Desert Castles at <strong>Qusayr 'Amra</strong>. I almost went off with him on a camel to see the ancient olive trees at the dry river bed!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-RAMDkYJNKWpq-hGw898SS6cvQFs74R_EhQLcTg15EPUjrXh9QfVN36QpBBY6iDBhlFJlj2kn5rN8ks9m07h9HN0FY8nkU17VJYdZxVJLxKvj_N0iytIxqUt9EscW1XIGImmqe24gvlo6/s1600/DSC03130+Bedouin-Donna+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-RAMDkYJNKWpq-hGw898SS6cvQFs74R_EhQLcTg15EPUjrXh9QfVN36QpBBY6iDBhlFJlj2kn5rN8ks9m07h9HN0FY8nkU17VJYdZxVJLxKvj_N0iytIxqUt9EscW1XIGImmqe24gvlo6/s320/DSC03130+Bedouin-Donna+-+Copy.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hakim and Donna</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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