UPDATE (11 Dec 2014): Since August, Google has updated this particular street's Street View images. Because the photo above uses a widget to pull directly from the current database, it updates when the images update. As you can see, the home in which my grandparents lived has been torn down. I am so, so glad that I took screen shots of the previous images, and saved them on my hard drive. Here is what the house looked like:
On this day in 1915, my paternal grandfather, Casimer John Kowalski, was born in Cleveland, Ohio to Polish immigrants Dominik and Wladyslawa ('Lottie') Kowalski. He was the youngest of four boys and the only member of his family born in America. He married Veronica Bodziony in Cleveland in 1939. Here is the 1940 U.S. Census in which they are listed (click for larger view): In 1940, Cas and Veronica are living at 6601 Hoppensack Ave on Cleveland's east side. They had remained in the same neighborhood in which they grew up; both of their parents are still living on E. 65th and E. 63rd Streets, just right around the corner from Hoppensack Ave. Here is what the home looked like about five years ago, according to Google Street View. The front siding and windows are obviously newer in make, but the house probably looks much like it did in 1940. (According to real estate data, it was built in 1900.) Some of the older wooden siding can be seen on the side where the newer siding has come off. Unfortunately, like this house, many houses in this area of the city have become run-down and/or abandoned. According to the census form, Cas and Veronica rented living space from the home's owners and residents, Frank and Anna Kontor, who were Polish immigrants. My grandfather was working as an inspector in a cast iron foundry. You can see, by glancing at the occupations of the other residents on the census form, that this was a very blue-collar, industry-dependent neighborhood. UPDATE (11 Dec 2014): Since August, Google has updated this particular street's Street View images. Because the photo above uses a widget to pull directly from the current database, it updates when the images update. As you can see, the home in which my grandparents lived has been torn down. I am so, so glad that I took screen shots of the previous images, and saved them on my hard drive. Here is what the house looked like: ©2014, copyright Emily Kowalski Schroeder
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Today, my husband's paternal grandparents, Walter and Naomi (Grilliot) Schroeder are celebrating their 70th wedding anniversary. They were married 26 Aug 1944 at Sacred Heart Catholic Church in McCartyville, Shelby County, Ohio. Both the bride and groom were 19 years old. The following is an account of the ceremony from the September 1st issue of The Minster Post: The matron of honor listed, Mrs. Lawrence Jones, was Norma Mary Schroeder, Walter's sister. The maid of honor was Naomi's sister Ruth, and Norma's husband was the best man. (Walter, who had acquired the nickname 'Chub,' didn't have any brothers.) Here is a photo; it's a copy of a copy, so the quality isn't great, but I love using the descriptions in the newspaper article to get a better mental image of the clothing and flowers. The weather nerd that I am, I went to the National Climatic Data Center online and looked up what the weather was like at the nearest observation location, which was just north of Sidney, Ohio. It looks like it was a relatively "cool" day for late August; The high temperature was 74F and the low temperature was all the way down to 44F, which makes me believe that it was likely mostly clear and sunny. There was no rain.
Walter and Naomi have lived in Sidney, Ohio during their entire marriage. They have six children; five girls and one boy. Grandpa is a WWII Army veteran and Grandma still makes the best cookies and enjoys crocheting blankets for her many grandchildren and great-grandchildren. They probably won't see this blog post, but I just wanted to let the world know that all of us in the family feel blessed to be a part of the family that they started 70 years ago. ©2014, copyright Emily Kowalski Schroeder Frank and Bernadina (Hut) Schroeder were my husbands 3x great-grandparents. They were both German Catholic immigrants that came to America and settled in western Ohio in the mid-19th century. They met in the town of Minster. Frank, who also went by Franz, passed away in 1888 at the age of 66, and is buried in St. Patrick Cemetery in Shelby County, Ohio. Bernadina, whose full name was Joanna Bernadina, lived quite a while longer than her husband, and passed away in 1921 at the age of about 86. (Her birth year is listed as 1833 on her stone and in her obituary, but is listed as 1834 on her death certificate.) At the time of his death, Frank owned a farm in Turtle Creek Twp in Shelby County and the family attended nearby St. Patrick's Catholic Church. After Frank's death, Bernadina went to live with her son Joseph and his family, and, not long before her death, they moved to Minster, which is why she is buried in St. Augustine's Cemetery. (Click on images for larger views.) Photo Sources:
Frank Schroeder: FindAGrave.com, photographed by A. Chronicler Bernadina Schroeder: FindAGrave.com, photographed by Crashlan ©2014, copyright Emily Kowalski Schroeder This past weekend, I attended the 2014 Midwestern Roots conference in Indianapolis, Indiana. It was a great experience and I learned so much about practical tools and methods that will surely help me in my family history research. When I have attended other seminars and small conferences in the past, I usually just kept a copy of the handouts/syllabus in front of me while jotting down extra notes here and there. During one conference, I had an PDF of the syllabus on my iPad and typed out and saved notes electronically. But THIS time, I didn't take any notes other than the small blurbs that I posted on Twitter as the presentations were happening. I didn't have any extra or pens papers in front of me. Like every other larger conference, the organizers encouraged us to tweet using a unique hashtag, which I did include in every one of my tweets. Let me tell you the benefits of this method of note-taking. First of all, I had no extra folders, papers, or pens in front of me; my space felt uncluttered, which was a nice feeling. Because I wasn't worried about copying down every single little thing, I LISTENED better to each presenter, and I'm pretty sure I retained MORE of their information. Twitter limits you to 140 total characters, and since part of every tweet was the hashtag and presenter's name, sometimes I only had around 120 characters to work with. I had to craft each "note" in the most succinct way possible, and that forced me to pull out only the most important elements of each point the presenter was trying to make. If I wanted to remember a particular source, website, or book that the presenter was talking about, I tweeted that, too. I tweeted a LOT. I'm not sure how most of my followers felt about that, but I had quite a few retweets, and at least one of my followers (who was not at the conference) said she was enjoying reading through the tweets. I liked the fact that I was sharing what I was learning with others, AND I was enjoying reading through other attendees' tweets who were in other sessions. (Don't you wish you could attend ALL the sessions?? I do.) After the conference ended, I went to my twitter account, searched the conference hashtag (#MWR2014), and ALL the tweets with that hashtag showed up (even from people who I did not follow or who did not follow me). Even better? You can SAVE the Twitter search in your Evernote, and have a complete record of everyone's tweets and photos from the conference in one easily-accessible location! Even if you don't think that this method of note-taking at conferences is right for you, you should still get a Twitter account (it's free), search the conference hashtag, and take advantage of the information that fellow colleagues are posting. ©2014, copyright Emily Kowalski Schroeder
Today is the 224th birthday of the U.S. Coast Guard. The following was transcribed from an account written by my maternal grandmother, Dina Licciardi Bellan, regarding her decision to join the Coast Guard during WWII, and includes a little bit about what her time was like in basic training. "Patriotic fever engulfed me in 1943 as it did many other Americans. One day while walking home from work I spotted a large poster encouraging women to join the Coast Guard and become SPARS. "that's it" - I just knew what I wanted to do. I didnt know anyone in the Coast Guard and wasn't even sure what else they did besides guarding the coast as the name impled. The recruiters were glad to see me and after answering some pertinent questions I made an appointment for my physical which I had to cancel. Four months went by and I still had not rescheduled. Why? Because I didn't know how to break the news to my father. He was a very strict parent and I just knew he would not approve. Finally I gathered enough courage and broke the news to him. I nearly fell through the floor when he said "Good for you." In July 1943 I boarded the train at the Terminal* bound for Palm Beach Florida where I was to train. Florida in July is hardly anyone's dream of heaven! We arrived with our heavy suitcases grimy and sweaty at the beautiful Biltmore Hotel. We had assumed that the Coast Guardsmen standing at the curb would assist us with our luggage. Instead with arms folded they just glared at us. One laughingly informed us that since we were to replace them for active duty we might as well start learning to act like one of the boys. The Biltmore a famous resort no longer resembled that prestigious hotel. All the furniture and carpeting was removed and the rooms for two were now rooms for 6. The heat was oppressive - no air conditioning at that time. We looked at each other and if it were possible I believe we would have all taken the next train home. Six girls getting ready for 6am muster was no small feat. I locked myself in the bathroom that first morning planning to shower. Angry knocks at the door brought home the realization that privacy was a thing of the past and that all bathroom activities were going to be shared! Adjustments were not easy, perhaps easier for me than some others. Many girls did not even know how to launder their clothes. Finally the strenuous 6 weeks of basic training were over and we anxiously awaited our assignments. I drew Norfolk Va. which didn't particularly appeal to me. One of my roommates from Minnesota desperately wanted to go there because her boyfriend was stationed there. The officer in charge gave her permission to switch with anyone willing. I decided it didn't matter to me so I switched. Her assignment was Miami Beach only 50 miles away! Although I was not happy about going there I never regretted it. I made great friends and enjoyed my work. However in 3 years that's as far as I got!" (*) Referring to Cleveland's Union Terminal train station. Click HERE to see some of my grandmother's photos from her time in the Coast Guard ©2014, copyright Emily Kowalski Schroeder |
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