Wednesday, July 18, 2012

So....why "Skaz & Jazz"?

Skaz was my childhood nickname, courtesy of my father. Apparently I was a very very busy, overly active kid. They didn't know about ADHD in the '50's. I rode down the stairs in my walker. I jumped off of tall dressers as a 2-year-old and was fearless in going up the tallest slide on the playground. Apparently there was no end of trouble & worry when I was nearby. So, I guess the appellation, Skaz, came to mean me and me it. 



Then the variations ensued. 
Skaz-a-maratamus. 
Skazzy. 
Maratnus. 
Skazowie.
Kadz.

I had fine, thin hair. It was always sticking every which way. One day my mother got me a permanent. I came back feeling like a bush; now it might be considered an "afro" or something like that. At about the same time, my Dad brought a huge airplane inner-tube for us kids to play on. It was big. I had to scramble to get up on it and since it was easy to slide off, multiple efforts would be made. Once on top, my brother and cousin took their places on the tube as well, nicely spaced out like a pie divided into thirds. But, their plan was to bounce me off of there. They made up a little tune to accompany their efforts and words to go with the tune and the bouncing. 

Skizzily <bounce>
Skazzily <bounce>
Frizzily <bounce>
Frazzily <bounce>
Porcupine Hairs....they'd both shout and bounce in unison! 

and off I'd fly.

So Skizzilyskazzilyfrizzilyfrazzilyporcupinehairs was another nickname.
Sort of like Titikitembonosarembo....



It was not easy growing up being a Skaz. People would say, "What was that they called you?" "Huh?" I felt unique because I was a Skaz not an Alice or Mary or Beth. A certain kind of wildness; almost extrahuman pixie-like....mythical. I was always doing stuff only to figure out later it wasn't such a good idea. 

Once when we went camping, I noticed that in the women's room, it just might be possible to climb over the divider into the stall next door. I had to see if I could do it. Nobody was there. So, up I went...a foot on the pot, a foot on the dispenser, swing on up to the top and when I was at the very apex, another little girl came in and........SCREEEEEEEEAAAAAM!!! Horrified, she ran out the door! This alerted my mother who was nearby and by then pretty good at spitting my name out like so much sour juice, and she did just that. Punishment was meted out. I don't recall, exactly, what that was, but it was surely something I wouldn't forget. But, the crazy part is that I am still a little irked at that darn girl for screaming like that! And why did she have to show up right then, anyway? I didn't even get a chance to explain. I bet I could have gotten her to climb the wall, too! 


Sunday, July 15, 2012

James Jasper Thomas Anderson, My Maternal Great-Grandfather

James Jasper Thomas Anderson (I'll call him JJ for short) is an enigmatic character in my family tree. We have only one photograph of him and don't seem to have much reliable information about him, either. What we do know is that he was born in Inkerman, Canada and that his parents came from Scotland before he was born. The earliest records we have been able to find show him living with his mother and brothers in Janesville, Wisconsin according to the 1860 Census. 



James Jasper Thomas Anderson
and Scottish Anderson Plaid

According to family lore, JJ's father was killed in a well blast accident, and after that, JJ had to quit school and return home to help out around the farm. He had loved school and was good at the sport of boxing. 

As an adult, he was married two different times. My great grandmother, Mary Eliza Peck, was his first wife, and they married in 1869, when they were in their 20's. At the time, her family was living in Fulton, about 4 miles away from Janesville, Wisconsin, where his family was living. They were married in the United Brethren Church, which seems to have been a precursor of today's United Methodist Church. 

He and Mary raised a family of seven children on a farm given to Mary by her father. The eldest, Mary Ella, was born on the farm in Plymouth, Iowa in 1870. Also born in Plymouth were Hattie Belle, Alta Grace, Levi Archie, Roscoe James, and Leo Burton. The youngest, Ralph Kirk, was born in Rock Springs, Iowa in 1886, about 4 miles away from Plymouth. Perhaps they had bought a house in town? 

We also know that in 1904 JJ Anderson married another lady named Mary Alice Porter, in Independence, Missouri and of that union Frances Edgerta Anderson was born. But, something captured his imagination or time once again and he departed and stayed gone for years. One day he returned to find seven year old Frances walking home from school. Noticing her blue eyes and familiar features, he asked her, "Is your name Frances?" to which she responded in the affirmative and he introduced himself as her father. From that point on, he seems to have exhausted his desire to travel about and he stayed with the family for the remaining years in his life. 

He apparently was charming and bright and was good at building things. He apparently built stone bridges and was a building and cement contractor. There is some speculation that perhaps his interests were was part of the problem to begin with; he preferred to be building, planning, measuring, and hoisting and so on. Perhaps a more social life than that of a farmer would have suited him, and that could be why his first marriage did not last. My grandfather reported that his mother suffered after his repeated and unexpected depatures and told him that if he left again, she wold divorce him. Although there are no records of his marriage to her or of their divorce, he no longer seemed to be involved with Mary Eliza Anderson or her children. In one family recollection, Mary Eliza's brother warned her not to marry JJ Anderson but the particular details pertaining to this warning are not known. Considering the amount of time that he was gone from each these wives and families, it is possible that there are more wives and families that we do not know about.

Saturday, July 14, 2012

Mary Eliza Peck Anderson, My Maternal Great Grandmother

Mary Eliza Peck was born in Fulton, Wisconsin, the daughter of pioneers, Levi Stodard Peck and Clarinda Cone Chipman. She attended Milton College in Wisconsin for a year or so but left to return home and care for her invalid mother. 

A few years later, she married James Jasper Thomas Anderson (I'll call him JJ) under the rites of the United Brethren Church on the 15th of August, 1869. The story goes that Mary Eliza's brothers disapproved of JJ Anderson from the beginning and advised her not to marry him. 

Our one good photo of Mary Eliza (Peck) Anderson shows her looking stalwart and extraordinarily wrinkled, as one might expect from a woman who had been outdoors most of her life farming and raising seven bright and busy children on her own. 
Mary Eliza Peck Anderson (1839-1930)
One might wonder about why she came to be the sole proprietor of a midwestern farm but the answer seems to be at once puzzling and simple. After having given birth to seven children, her husband, James Jasper Anderson (JJ) left the home and family. Apparently he'd left before to do odd jobs around the area and his leaving would be as unexpected as his eventual returns. Finally she gave him an ultimatum that if he left again, she's sue for divorce. Although we do not have these records, we know he never did return and her sons grew up with substantial anger about their father. 


Family lore says that Mary Eliza Anderson had inherited her farm from her father who had gone west in the gold rush and made money by selling supplies to miners along the way. He would acquire goods in the west and bring them back to sell back home in Wisconsin and Iowa. 

Census records for 1870 show that she was living with her new husband, James Anderson, and her brother Luther "Alonzo" Peck, on land in Mason City Iowa that may have belonged to her brother. A close inspection of the census shows that the value of the real estate ($800) was cited next to Alonzo's name, not next to JJ's name, the head of household. Interestingly, the value of JJ's personal property was $600.00, and Alonzo's personal property was valued at $300.


By the census conducted in 1880, they were living in Plymouth, Iowa, in Cerro Gordo County, and had four children. JJ was listed as a laborer, and Mary Eliza was a housekeeper. Also living in the home was JJ's widowed mother, Catherine Anderson, who was 66 years of age. In this census record, Catherine is listed as having been born in Ireland with her father born in Scotland and mother born in Ireland. Other records show her to be of more consistently pure Scot descent. In different family records, she is known to have spoken in a heavy Scottish brogue. In the year 1880, one of the children was school-aged and that would be Mary Ella Anderson who was nine years old at the time.


An Iowa State Census conducted in 1885 shows JJ to be living in Clear Lake, Cerro Gordo, Iowa. In 1895, another Iowa State Census reveals Mary E. Anderson living in Lime Creek, Cerro Gordo County, Iowa. Now, one might wonder why they moved from Clear Lake to Lime Creek? The answer can be found in newspaper accounts of the day, one of which was syndicated and appeared in multiple newspapers including the New York Time. Mrs. Anderson and "her five children" were mentioned specifically. The instance in question was that in 1888, the Rock River suddenly flooded its banks due to the dislodging of an ice dam. The photo below, shows the Anderson home resting at an improbable angle after the event. 
This is a scanned and edited copy of a newspaper article from my personal file. Similar news accounts are dated April 7, 1888. I do not know the name of the newspaper that published this article. Perhaps it was a newspaper in Mason City or in Plymouth, Iowa? 
In 1890, the census records list her as a "widowed" head of household. Four of her children continued to live at home with her; Archie, 22; Rosco, 19; Leo, 16; and Kirk was 13 years of age. This time, it appears that she is living next door to her brother, Luther Alonzo Peck, and his family. And a couple of houses away in the other direction lives her sister, Sara Sophronia Peck, and her husband, Theodore VanKleek, and family. In 1905, an Iowa State Census record reveals that Archie, Belle, Leo, and Kirk live at home with her. Seemingly limited in scope, that census record does not reveal any other helpful information.


By 1910, Mary Eliza is "divorced" and lives next door to her son, Leo Burton Anderson, and his family in the Lime Creek Township, Cerro Gordo, Iowa. Certainly having grandchildren next door brought her warmth and happiness as she otherwise lived alone. The unreliable enumerator for the census erroneously listed Mary Eliza's mother as being born in Maine and her father as being born in Massachusetts. In reality, both of her parents were from a small New England Town, Westminster, Windham County, Vermont. 


Mary Eliza is 65 when Iowa's 1915 census was taken, and the record is shown below. A notation in the section for "Do you own your home or farm?" is indecipherable.  
1915 Iowa State Census

At age 70, Mary lived with her unmarried daughter, Hattie Belle Anderson in Falls Township, Cerro Gordo, Iowa. Hattie worked as a clerk in a general store. Previous records revealed that Hattie Belle had been a teacher as well, but she died at age 47. To date, records revealing the cause of death cannot be found. She is buried in Iowa City.

Hattie "Belle" Anderson (1873-1920)

When she was 80 years old, Mary lived with Grace Prescott, her daughter who married William O. Prescott. The Prescotts own and operated a dry goods store and most of their sons were no longer in the home, except for the youngest, Ronald, who was 20 years of age at the time. The Prescotts also provided lodging for a boarder, a 26-year-old public school teacher from Missouri.  
Interestingly, she mentioned the teacher in a letter dated April 22, 1930, written to her son, R.K. Anderson, and his wife, Louvae. Here is a transcription of that letter:



                                                                                    April 22, 1930
Dear Son & Daughter & Family
                           Yours of the 6th rec’d April 11. I was shurely glad to hear from you people & it had seemed like a long time since we heard from you. No doubt Lois will remember her 7th birthday when she had such a good time. We had a hard frost this morning. Grace went out to look at her pieplant and it was frozen stiff. I suspect the grain in the field will be set back a little. The gardens aren’t in here yet but the but the lawns are green and the trees are leafing. The  young folk were home from college to spend Easter were all looking well and Geralds took dinner with us. Their little girls had had the measles last month & had quite a seage of it. Lois the oldest was very sick with them & for so long but little Marjory broke out right away & got over them much sooner. Grace helped Elsie to take care of Lois & they had a Dr. or two. They seem bright and well now and I hope you people escape the small pox.  They 
shurely must be very busy. I am glad Kirk if your health is better & you will feel better to have a change of occupation threw the wk if you don’t over doe. You, Louvae & the girls must be very busy but one feels best when busy if they don’t over doe. Grace boards the teacher. She hires her washing done & the teacher doesn’t come home to dinner. Grace spends most of her time in the store. She doesn’t wait on customers but keeps the books and finds enough to doe. Will has had a bad cold & cough it is better now. Apr 28 a fine bright morning. Will, Grace, Ronald, & Archie all went to M.C.last evening to hear Gerald’s band play. They all thought the music was fine & enjoyed it very much.Oh Reverend Galbreth is holding or starting to hold Meetings here. Ronald was to take the train back to Fayett. They only have a few weeks 
of school there. I hope this finds  you people all well yours with love and kind regards to all. That was a long ways for your class to go. They probably enjoyed it.  
                                                               Your Mother, M.E. Anderson



While surrounded by family and loved ones, Mary Eliza Peck Anderson passed away little more than a month after this letter was written, on the 12th of June in 1930. The Mason City Globe Gazette announced, "Pioneer Woman in County Dies" and "Mrs. M.E. Anderson of Plymouth Survived by Large Family. Her children assembled from miles away to honor her life and they wrote a comprehensive memorial in her memory:



The following brief sketch is a loving tribute to our Mother by her children who recognize in her sterling qualities of womanhood, her stern devotion to duty and her unselfishness as a mother, an influence which guided our tender years and to which we are indebted for anything of merit in our mature life.

On September 15, 1849, Levi S. Peck and his wife, Clarinda Chipman Peck, rejoiced over the arrival of a daughter whom they named Mary Eliza. Six other children were born into this home, all of whom (excepting one who died in infancy) have lived to old age.

The old Wisconsin home was beautifully situated on the Rock River near Milton Junction and here the double log house with its upper story the family lived comfortably for many years.

The early influences on the children in this home were exceptional receiving as they did a rich harvest of noble traits of character from their parents who were of staunch New England stock.

As a child, Mary Eliza was slender, fair haired, and blue eyed. She was shy and timid, not strong physically, and always dreading rough games. She took her part, however, in the duties of the home for the daughters were taught by their father to give the invalid mother tender care and thought.

The education of Mary Eliza was received at Milton College, although she felt it her duty to leave the loved school work to assist again in the care of her mother and the work of a large household.

Five years later, in August 15, 1869, she was united in marriage to James T. Anderson under the rites of the United Brethren church. They came west in March, 1870, settling on a farm near Mason City, Iowa. Seven children were born to this union.

The pioneers in Iowa of sixty years ago found conditions which would seem primitive to us living here today. It took courage to leave an older settled country and set up a home in the treeless praries with the lack of former comforts and conveniences. Only a strong, brave spirit such as our mother possessed could rise above the conditions and make home a homelike place to which her children always returned with joy.

Someone has said that genius is an infinite capacity for taking pains. Our Mother had that capacity. Her love of carefulness and precision was shown in the accomplishment of each household task, as well as in the care of her garden and flowers. This capacity for taking pains was given an outlet when as a nurse Mother not only cared for her own children in serious illnesses but when in that day of no hospitals and few doctors she worked tirelessly at the sick bed of a neighbor welcoming little new lives, nursing sick one back to health, and many times helping perform the sad rites for a friend. She gave unsparingly of herself. “Content to do her duty and find in duty done a sweet reward.”

She had an abiding faith in the mercy of God and was deeply religious—not making formal demonstrations, but manifesting her religion rather in her beautiful philosophy of life—that of looking on the bright side and doing good to others, her stern distinction between right and wrong, and the earnestness with which she gathered her children about her teaching us the lessons and duties of life.

Having true a student nature, it was her custom to keep well informed on the events of the times and take a lively interest in current affairs. Then, in her declining years, this same characteristic found pleasure in travel, for in the visits to her widely separated children Mother had an opportunity not only of being with her dear ones, again, but also of viewing new scenes, of making new observations, therefrom gaining new ideas.

But, in all her busy life, her delight and satisfaction was in her home—the home which by the work of her own hands was changed from a mere dot on the Iowa landscape to one of the many homesteads which later beautified the prairies. This was her residence for nearly thirty years, or until twelve years ago when she removed to Plymouth. For the last ten years her home as been with her daughter, Mrs. Prescott.

For a number of months past, those closely observing could see a gradual failing in strength until on June 12, 1930, at the age of eighty years and eight months, the gentle spirit of Mary E. Anderson left its earthly tabernacle and went to the heavenly reward.

There are many who will cherish her memory—of these are her sons and daughters: Mary Ella, now Mrs. J.B. Stockman of Akron, Ohio; Alta Grace, now Mrs. W. O. Prescott, of Plymouth, Iowa; Levi Archie, also of Plymouth; Roscoe James of Redding, California; Leo Burton of Saint Peter, Minnesota, and Ralph Kirk of Anacortes, Washington. (One daughter, Hattie Belle, passed away in February, 1920). There are also three sisters surviving: Mrs. Ella Barnes, Mrs. Belle Stockman, both of Milton Junction, Wisconsin, and Mrs. Sophronia Van Kleek of Mason City, Iowa. There are also twenty-four grandchildren, eight great grand-children and many other relatives and friends who will hold her memory dear.
*************
“Who can find a virtuous woman?
For her price is far above rubies.
She seeketh wool and flax and work-
eth willingly with her hands
She stretcheth out her hands to the
poor, yea, she reacheth forth
her hands to the needy.
She openeth her mouth with wisdom
and in her tongue is the law of
kindness.
She looketh well to the ways of her
household and eateth not
the law of kindness.
She looketh well to the ways of her
household and eateth not the
bread of idleness.
Her children arise up and call her
blessed.”

*************
Funeral services were held Sunday afternoon, June 15th conducted by Rev. Wm. Galbreth from the ohme of Mr. and Mrs. Prescott. The text was from John XIX-25, now there stood by the cross of Jesus his mother.

The following named ladies composed the quartet which rendered the following songs requested by the family; Mesdames George Chesebro, J. Heironimus, Will Wurn, and Frank Peshak, accompaniaed by Mrs. C. R. Lamson.

The body was laid to rest in the Oakwood cemetery the following named present and former neighbors serving as pall bearers, Messrs L.S. Armstrong, John Cluss, Herman Helmer, C.A Keiser, Wm. and Clifford McArthur.

Copied from headstone
Oakwood Cemetery
Plymouth, Iowa:
Mary E. Anderson
B. Sept 15, 1849
D. June 12, 1930
















Friday, July 13, 2012

Our Last Day in Washington State - 1961

I don't remember much about the normal events of packing to leave our childhood home.



It was an idyllic home in which to live and even as children we understood that it was remarkable. It had pocket doors between various rooms, a coal furnace in the basement, several fireplaces, our own well, an attic to explore, a sun-room to marvel at, a dumb-waiter between floors, and many other nooks and crannies for children's interest. It was like heaven living there and it was hell when we moved away. I hated it in Virginia and now that it is fifty-one years later, I cry as I read my grandmother's diary entry for the day we left. 

Here is her entry for the day we left: 


October 9, 1961

Beautiful Day. Lois’s last in Walla Walla--Gail & Dick took
Louise to the doctor wo have her an exam & some med for
earache - they left before noon.

Lois was very busy with last minute preparations. She asked 
me to go with her to Dad’s grave. The children, Lois, and I 
drove past their beautiful home & she waved her hand to it
and said - “goodbye”. The yellow leaves of the tall cut-leaf
birch beside the door waved back to her. 

From there we drove directly to the cemetery -- Lois had
brought some beautiful plastic flowers and she knelt on the
ground at the head of the grave and arranged the flowers in
the tall bronze vase that is part of the beautiful new marker. 
The children wandered about. When Lois and I started
away, she called to them & they came as far as the grave
and grouped themselves around its head to take a last look
for rememberance. 

We then went to a drive in for a sandwich and then went 
home for a brief rest before Lois’s friend, Virginia, came 
with her car to take them on the (1st leg of their long, long
journey to the east coast) (Pendleton, WA)

Kisses and hugs -- & precious loving smiles covering 
tears --

Lois said “God bless you, mother” -- then one close
embrace & they were gone!!


I loved her completely and I still miss the love we shared with each other, her interesting stories, and her fun word-play. I was also leaving my very best friend, Gwen, who lived next door. The trip itself was quite fun! We left Walla Walla and went to Pendleton, Washington to board a train for Washington, D.C. 

We were to have our own sleeper car and the trip would take several days. I remember when we got to Pendleton, the train was late arriving. We waited and when we were ready to board, my little brother asked a porter, "Why was the train so late?" and he responded with a succinct, "Ya bettah shuddup, boah." I was struck by the look of pure hatred that his comment elicited from my mother!

A few days before we'd left on this trip, my aunt and grandmother had a little good-bye picnic for us in their back yard. After dinner they brought out gifts for my brothers and I; each of us received a little suitcase. Mine was a square red train case with a mirror inside. My brothers' both looked like normal suitcases and I think one was striped. 

I saw this suitcase in an antique store-it looks much like one my brother had.

My mother had the genius idea to fill them with trinkets to keep us interested on the trip. Each day we could open another one--whatever one we wanted. One day, my little brother opened his--a little folding fan--and I began to conjecture about what was in my package. My mother snapped, "no need to wonder--you've got the same thing as him", and I was crushed. Feeling minimized, it sure took the fun out of opening that gift. Other days we got Chinese finger-catchers, or little men you could wrap in their parachute to toss and watch them float to the ground. 

But any disappointment I had related to that event was eclipsed by the fun I had exploring that train with my brother, Tom. We traveled the length of the train daily and it was scary to walk on the little wiggly connector between each car. Some cars had little platforms between them but between others you had to actually step on the little moving coupler. We spent hours and hours up in the dome cars looking out over the scenery. I can vividly remember traveling through mountainous and rugged country...maybe Wyoming? I doubt many little kids have experienced such a fabulous trip as we. There was no comparison to that trip and it is one of my fondest memories. Had I been older, or had technology been then what it is today, I would have lots of nice photographs of that trip to share. 

When we arrived in Washington, D.C. one of the very first things I saw was the capitol dome. I was flabbergasted and thought it was the very most amazing thing I'd ever seen. It was so white and stark against the blue sky--and so different from the older buildings I'd seen in Walla Walla or the state of Washington. 

Of course, I've been back to Walla Walla since then, but now it's been years. Here is a photo of our house from the 1970's:









Wednesday, July 11, 2012

R.K. Anderson, My Grandfather

I decided to get started with a blog after discussing genealogy photos with my cousins and siblings. I figured this would be a good way to communicate information and share photos. I will start with my grandfather, Ralph Kirk Anderson, known also as R.K.Anderson. He was a minister in the pacific northwest and spent many years in Anacortes, Washington where he raised his family, built his home and church. 


Ralph Kirk Anderson 1886-1960
Pilgrim Congregational Church 
Window and plaque dedicated to him 
by his daughters




One of the things that inspired this new venture happened recently with my discovery of a new old photo. My cousin, Marilyn, had sent me a box of old family photos and in the box she had an envelope marked "unknowns". After scanning and editing a hundred or more pictures, I ventured into the Envelope of Unknowns. 




Then there was a tiny little tintype or ambrotype photo about as big as a man's thumb. It was small, dark, and smudged. I had no idea who it might be. So, I fiddled around with it in Photoshop Elements and the image that then filled the screen was that of my grandfather as a young man. 






I was thrilled and here is the final result:


Ralph Kirk Anderson as a young lad

I am happy to honor his memory with the initiation of my blog. Although I didn't get to know him well, relatives who did expressed much love and admiration. When I shared the photo with my cousin, David, I was richly rewarded when he said, 


"I am overwhelmed with gratitude for this picture. I see in his 
face such confidence, peace and vision for the best in people. 
I loved this man with all my heart and sill miss him." 

David's words, concise and warm, were ample reward for me and my labors as I seek to bring old photos back to life and strive to re-tread in their footsteps. and I, in turn, am grateful for my cousin Marilyn who sent the box of photos to me.

R.K. Anderson was born in Rock Falls, Iowa on August 20, 1886. He was the youngest child of seven children born to my great grandparents, James Jasper Anderson, (another descendant I have nicknamed him "JJ") and Mary Eliza Peck. This photo shows the seven Anderson siblings. From Left to right: Roscoe James Anderson, Mary "Ella" Anderson, Leo Burton Anderson, Levi "Archie" Anderson, Ralph Kirk (R.K. or Kirk) Anderson, and Hattie "Belle" Anderson

The Seven Anderson Siblings

And the next photo shows just the Anderson brothers. I wish I had a photo of the sisters together. 
Left to Right: Leo, RK, Archie, & Roscoe

I don't know much about his childhood years, but it is certain that he worked along with his siblings to maintain the family's farm in Cerro Gordo County, Iowa. They lived in Rock Falls, but then moved to Plymouth, Iowa. I suspect that one thing that precipitated the move was the flood that carried their home down the Shell Rock River away from its foundation. The story about the flood and images can be found on the post entitled, Mary Eliza Peck Anderson. But that flood and seemingly traumatic event was not the most definitive event in R.K.'s childhood. Instead, it was the frequent absence of his father, James Japser Anderson (aka JJ), that ultimately ended in a permanent departure and reported divorce. I have yet to discover any divorce records but Mary Eliza  had grown frustrated with JJ's frequent escapes from responsibility and family life and told him that if he departed unexpectedly again that she would divorce him. 

My mother, the  youngest daughter of Ralph Kirk Anderson, recalled that one of the unexpected departures occurred when R.K. was three years old, and that is why he never really knew his father. It is also known that R.K. ran away at the age of thirteen to find his father, but was unsuccessful in doing so.