Monday, January 18, 2016

Studying the Word of God with my Husband's Cousin

Dr. Truman Grant Madsen
Those of us who are members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints have been encouraged to read through The Book of Mormon this year, as it's the subject of study in our Adult "Sunday School" class, which we call the Gospel Doctrine class. I've been reading it daily and supplementing my study with videos that are available on You Tube. Some of the best videos are those presented by Dr. Truman G Madsen. Wikipedia tells us this about Dr. Madsen (13 Dec 1926-28 May 2009): "An emeritus professor of religion and philosophy at Brigham Young University and director of the Brigham Young University Jerusalem Center for Near Eastern Studies. He was a prolific author, a recognized authority on Joseph Smith, and a popular lecturer among Latter-day Saints."

Since I knew that Dr. Madsen had died in the past few years, I referred to the Family Tree at to learn a little bit about his ancestry. I particularly wondered if he might have been related to any of the early Church pioneers. To my surprise and delight, I discovered that he was a grandson of Heber J. Grant, who served as the 7th President of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, 1918-1945. 

I knew from my past research on my husband's family that he was a distant cousin of Pres. Heber J. Grant. From the information presented on the Family Tree, I was able to connect Truman G. Madsen to Pres. Grant, thereby tying him to my husband, Larry C. Jamison. This report shows their relationship.   
Larry Jamison is a 7th cousin one generation
removed of Dr. Truman G. Madsen
I have to admit it gives me comfort to know I'm learning from not only a respected authority in my Church, but someone to whom my husband is directly related. 

Saturday, January 9, 2016

Telling My Story: A Music-Filled Childhood

As you can see from these photos taken when Dennis and I were 4 years old, we were exposed to musical instruments in our home. Our dad, Ernest Margheim, played the guitar and "fiddle", composed and sang songs in high school and entertained in a program on KVGB Radio in Great Bend, KS as early as 1938.
LaVerna Margheim on violin,
Ernie Margheim with his guitar
and brother Leonard on cello.
About 1941, Hoisington, KS
My Aunt LaVerna was especially gifted in music and was afforded the opportunity to study piano with Professor Oscar Lofgren at Bethany College in Lindsborg, Kansas while a student at Hoisington High School. 
Becky and Dennis Margheim at
Aunt LaVerna's grand piano in the
home of our grandparents, 1955, age 8
When Dennis and I were 3 and 4 years old, we lived with our Margheim grandparents prior to our dad's remarriage to Phyllis Jones in 1951. Aunt LaVerna graduated from high school in 1947, the year of our birth, and remained at home until her marriage in 1953. She worked in a music store and also played the pipe organ at the local Lutheran Church. She occasionally took us with her to the rehearsals of the church choir, which had a big impact on our love for singing church music!

She started giving us lessons on the piano when we were 4 years old. After her Dec 1953 marriage, she moved with her husband Al Irelan to Great Bend, KS, living at the corner of 21st and Adams, only 2 blocks from our "new" home at 22nd & Jefferson. So she continued to teach us until she and Uncle Al moved to Colorado about 1954.
Becky and Dennis playing for our guests at
 our 8th birthday party, Nov 1955
Upon Aunt Laverna's move, we became piano students of Maude (Mrs. George) Maddy in Great Bend. She was a teacher who would not allow her students to play anything but classical music, so we were trained on Mozart, Debussy, Beethoven, Bach, etc. From 1954 until we graduated from high school in 1965, we sat down on the piano benches of Mrs Maddy every Thursday 4-5 pm and 5-6 pm. I look back now and realize that was only for a period of 11 years, but it seemed like 30 years at the time. We were required to practice one hour each day. Since I played flute and Dennis played French Horn in the Symphonic Band in high school and it met at 7:30 am, we took turns arising at 5:30 am to practice the piano. 

At the age of 8, while in 3rd grade, Mrs Maddy arranged for Dennis and me to perform in a recital featuring just the two of us. We played 10 songs solo, and two two-piano duets. 
Mrs Maddy with Becky and Dennis
in the Park School auditorium

It's to the credit of our step-mother Phyllis that we were exposed to a variety of music. I studied the flute from grade 6-12 and Dennis played French Horn, both in the marching band and symphonic band at Great Bend High School. I also played in the City Band during the summers (because it paid $2 per week!). 

Dennis studied the pipe organ under the direction of our Deaconess, Mertice Spaude, at Trinity Lutheran Church at the age of 11, while in 7th grade. His proficiency allowed him to be employed as the organist through Junior High and High School. That was the beginning of a wonderful career for Dennis, as he currently serves as the organist at Western Hills Methodist Church in El Paso, TX today.  
Our musical involvement wasn't limited to the keyboard or instruments. We learned to Tap Dance under the direction of Carol Kutina in Great Bend while in grade school, performing for many local organizations and events.
From grades 7-12 we took Arthur Murray Ballroom Dance lessons from Hazel (Mrs. Herb) Smith in Great Bend.

I did my best while learning the piano and flute in school, and enjoyed the dancing, but I discontinued my studies upon high school graduation. It's amazing that those years of being involved in music only covered a span of 14 years. It seemed like twice that! I'm grateful to have had the experience and happy that I can read and appreciate music, but I'm much more comfortable today at my computer keyboard than my piano keyboard. 

Friday, January 8, 2016

Rest in Peace, dear cousin Paulette Harris

Pictured above at left is Ruby "Paulette" and at right Ruth "Pauleen" Harris. The twin girls were born 10 June 1948 to my mother's sister Edna "Pearl" (Flanders) and her husband George Harris in Stafford, Stafford, Kansas. 
L to R: Pauleen and Paulette Harris
I was able to get acquainted with my cousins as a child (1947-1959), just to the age of 12 as my twin brother and I visited our mother and step-father monthly at the home in Stafford, KS of our maternal grandparents, Milo and Nannie (Becker) Flanders. Our monthly visits ended, however, when we reached the age of 12, so my contact with my cousins ended at that time also. It's unfortunate that we became "disconnected" as we grew to adulthood.
Ruth Pauleen Harris
My cousin Pauleen passed away 24 Oct, 2014 in Topeka, KS. As her estate was settled, I received her vast photo collection with the agreement that I would scan, share and preserve the old family photos. I gratefully upheld my part of the agreement as I scanned the photos, saved them to CDs, uploaded and filed them on Dropbox, sharing the 1,500 photos with cousins, sisters, and nieces this past summer. 

I received word on Wednesday, January 6, of the passing of (Ruby) "Paulette", who was named after my mother, Ruby Flanders. 
I didn't know Paulette well throughout my adult life, but our mutual cousin Nancy shares this with me: "Paulette was sweet, caring, and complicated. She embroidered. She had been dealt a difficult hand in life but she did the best she could with what she was given. She loved to play card games, do puzzles, and play board games. She watched soap operas and loved all her extended family, siblings, parents, aunts, uncles, cousins, niece and nephews. God sent us a special gift in Paulette!"

Early in her childhood, Paulette was stricken with measles, the case which was accompanied by a very high fever that left Paulette with epilepsy and mental and physical limitations. She was blessed throughout her adult life to be cared for by her devoted and loving twin sister Pauleen. 
Pauleen (1948-2014), standing, and
Paulette (1948-2016) Harris
Rest in Peace, dear cousin Paulette. You will be missed, as you are dearly loved by your family. 

Let me share some of the treasured photos of Pauleen and Paulette from their own valued collection.
Pauleen and Paulette Harris (left to right)
George Harris is proud of his children (left to right)
Sheryll Lou, Pauleen, Paulette, and Duane, as he poses
with them in front of our grandparents'
(Milo and Nannie Flanders) home in Stafford, KS
Pauleen and Paulette Harris (left to right)
pictured above and below
Paulette and Pauleen Harris on vacation in Virginia,
the home state of their father, George Harris
Paulette and Pauleen in the front yard of the
home in Stafford, KS
Left to right: Sheryll Lou Harris, Duane
Harris, twins Pauleen and Paulette Harris,
twins Dennis and Becky Margheim
and cousin Rita Diane Flanders,
(seated on the porch) at the home of my
paternal grandparents, John and Mollie
(Koleber) Margheim at
114 E. 6th St, Hoisington, Barton, Kansas.

Monday, December 28, 2015

A good look at the State Hospital where my Aunt Lena Margheim died

In the beautiful photo at left is Elsa "Lena" Margheim, an older sister of my paternal grandfather John Ludwig Margheim. Lena was born 1883 in Russell, Russell, Kansas and died 3 Jan 1928 at the Topeka State Hospital, Topeka, Kansas from Pulmonary Tuberculosis. 
I've written about Aunt Lena previously in my blog. You can read the post here. I won't repeat the information provided in that post, but I will again share a copy of her death certificate.
The death certificate indicates that she was attended by the doctor from 19 Sep 1926 until her death. Today as a result of a post on Facebook I found this resource online. 

This is quite an interesting report and will tell us more than we ever wanted to know about the business at the State Hospital from July 1, 1926 to June 30, 1928. Lena's death certificate was signed by Dr. Florence Chapman, who, as we can see from this clip below, had been on staff since 1 Oct 1925. 
If you've had ancestors who resided here, you'll find this resource very interesting. It gives quite a detailed look at the conditions and operations of the hospital from 1900-1958, excepting the period of 1946-1948. 

Sunday, December 27, 2015

My Grandma's Connection to Larry's Grandma

My previous post here illustrated my husband's descendancy from Richard Tennant as shown in the chart above and how that related to my cousin Nancy's Aunt Barbara. As I was researching other descendants of Richard Tennant, I noticed the Dietz name. 

I recalled posting a chart just two weeks ago that included the same George D. Dietz and wife Maria E. Meier (seen above) on my blog here.

I developed the chart above that shows that my 2nd cousin once removed Rachel Dietz was married to my husband Larry Jamison's 5th cousin twice removed. How cool! 

My Husband's Connections to my Cousin's Aunt

I was asked recently to help my cousin Nancy do some research for her Aunt Barbara, the wife of her mother's brother. Nancy is my first cousin, as her father and my mother are siblings. 

By the time I got to the 4th generation in Barbara's mother's paternal line, I suspected that I was going to find a connection to my husband's lineage, as I saw the location of Monongalia County, West Virginia. 

I drew up the chart below to show all the connections that I discovered. Barbara has connections to my husband Larry Jamison's mother's ancestry, as well as my husband's father's ancestry. I suspect I could add many other connections, but this will suffice for now. 

You can see Larry Jamison at the bottom left. His 6th great grandparents were Richard Tennant and Janet Wark. Besides Larry's ancestor Mahala Tennant, Richard and Janet had a son Richard, husband of Elizabeth Haught. Richard and Elizabeth's granddaughter Anna was the wife of Henry Darrah, son of "Robin" Darrah and Anne Campbell. Robin and Anna also had son Joseph, who had son Robert, who had son Albert, who had a daughter Lucille, who is the mother of Nancy's Aunt Barbara. Now Henry and Joseph Darrah also had a sister Ruth, who married Benjamin Shuman. Benjamin's parents were John Shuman and Elizabeth Smith, who also had a daughter Mary, who married Samuel Kendall. Samuel and Mary had a daughter Ellenor who had a daughter Catherine Campbell. Catherine was the wife of John Haught who had a son Lafayette Haught. I have not proven if Catherine Campbell was his mother, or if a woman named Pleasant Horner was Lafayette's mother. I've spent considerable time researching this family, but have made no firm determination yet as to the identity of Lafayette Haught's mother. The chart above shows that Lafayette Haught had a daughter Rhea, who was the mother of Paul Jamison, my husband Larry's grandfather. 

The Darrahs and Tennants feature prominently in this entertaining Genealogy Report that follows.

Rick Tennant has published this report that gives us greater insight into the personality of Robin Darrah:
The following narrative was published in The Monongalia Story, A Bicentennial History, Volume III. Discord, pages 75-79, written by Earl L Core.Notes in parentheses are my own. 
The Road to Morgantown.One of the earliest examples of Monongalia County folk literature is the famous "Road to Morgantown," the author of which is unknown but believed to be Joseph Park and the date likewise unknown but apparently about 1832. 
The story concerns Robin Darrah, a resident of Miracle Run, in western Monongalia County, who is directing a stranger to the county seat (Robert D. Darrah was the father of Henry Darrah, who married Anna Tennant. Anna was the daughter of John Tennant and Rosanna Moore).Along with illustrating the garrulous nature of some backwoodsmen, the account gives sidelights on living conditions of the day and the people mentioned were real men and women living in the area at the time. 
The text follows: 
STRANGER: My friend, can you tell me the road to Morgantown? 
ROBIN DARRAH: (Throwing down an armful of chips which he was carrying from the yard). By the grace of God I can tell you as well as any man in the county, for I've been there myself.You come past old Joe Tuttle's, didn't you?With his lip stickin' out like your foot, and the amber running off his lip sufficient to swim ducks.He chaws tobaccy, sir! 
STRANGER: I care nothing for him.I've come past there.I wish to get to Morgantown. 
ROBIN DARRAH: Well you'll take up the hill past old Blink-eyed Balwin's, all the blacksmiths we have in the county; the cussedest iron roaster you ever saw in the born days of your life.He will burn up forty plowshares a year, if you'll take 'em to him.A few days ago, Jake (dang his name) and Bets (dang her too!For I can't think of either of their names), was running off to get married over in Pennsylvania, and stopped at Blink-eyed Baldwin's to get their hosses shod.He blowed and blowed and the devil a shoe he made and whether they got married or not I'm unable to tell.He's got a little stewed up old woman for a wife about as big as your fist, about so high! and she keeps the whole country in an uproar with her lies, running so that it's Mattie Baldwin here and Mattie Baldwin there and Mattie Baldwin in everybody's mouth.And there's not a lawsuit in the county in which she is not summoned as a witness for somebody, and whether she swears or not I'm unable to tell you, but I believe she swears lies. 
You'll take down the hill from there to old Dave Chew's that married old Aaron Foster's widder.You'll turn around his farm to the right - that road will lead you down to Dan Cokes, the dog shooter; he has killed all the dogs in this county, so if you're afraid of dogs you needn't be alarmed, for there's not a dog left to bark at you, and it's Dan Cokes here and Dan Cokes there and Dan Cokes in everybody's mouth.He ought to be made pay for the dogs, and I think he will before he gets through with it.The other day me and my son, Joe, was going through a field and up jumps a fox and the dog took after it, and we've never heard of the dog or fox since till this day, and then the fox was about 350 yards ahead of the dog till he hasn't got back yet, and I expect Dan Cokes killed him. 
You just keep down the run from there and you'll come in among the fattest, lustiest set of Negroes you ever seen in all the days of your life.Their name is Dowd and its Dowd here and Dowd there and its Dowd in everybody's mouth.I've one of the cussedest lawsuits with them you ever heard of in your life, and it's all about slander and there's Tom P. Ray, Clerk of the county court at Morgantown and Edgar C. Wilson the best lawyer in the Virginny, both say I'll beat 'em as slick as a bone and it's all about slander, though I've never slandered anybody myself. 
You'll come across a pint there and fall over to another run. By turnin' to the right you'll come down to old Bill Messers.He married a Metz and her name is Peg, and she's the cussedest woman to swear you ever heard in all your life, sir.Her hair sticks out like a scrub broom.She don't comb it from one week's end to another and it's Peg Messer here and Peg Messer there and Peg Messer in everybody's mouth and she can outswear Mattie Baldwin! 
You'll turn there to the left and that will take you to a pint and you will fall over into Jake's Run, named after old Jake Straddlers in Indian times, and it's settled with Tennant's from head to mouth!And they are the cussedest set of men to fight you ever saw in all your born days.Whenever they have a log-rollin' or any comin' together of the people, their jackets are off, and the blood a flyin' and all hollerin' fair play.The father will fight the son and son will fight the father.The brothers will fight one another.There's old Enock Tennant, a steppin' around with his head a stickin' to one side; I believe he is the foulest Tennant among 'em (Enoch Tennant was the son of Joseph Tennant and Catherine Haught).But there's Black Ben, Pete Tennant's slave, I'd like to forget him (Pete Tennant refers to Peter, Richard Tennant's first son.Black Ben is Ben Ponzoo).He's the only white man among the Tennants. 
You'll turn up that run by turnin' to the right, no road to turn you off, till you fall on the head of the Little Paw Paw, to my son-in-law's Ben Shuman's, one of the ugliest men you ever saw in your lifetime and it's Ben Shuman here, and it's Ben Shuman there and it's Ben Shuman in everybody's mouth; he keeps the whole neighborhood in an uproar with his lies.But I must say that Ben Shuman has the best breed of dogs in the county, and he's going to have a lot of pups soon.My Joe spoke a pup and I 'low to go over day after tomorrow myself and buy the mother and sell her to my brother-in-law, Joe Koon, for a gallon of whiskey, or a bushel of corn. 
John Hood's got the best store in Blacksville. There's going to be a famine on the creek for Shep Lemaster and Joe Park are selling their corn out at 25 cents a bushel and they'll have to give 50 cents for the same corn back again between this and harvest.And Bill Lantz and Bill Thomas have got a barrell of whiskey apiece and are retailing it out at a bushel of wheat to the gallon and they'll get all the wheat in this neighborhood and that wheat will go from there to Pittsburgh and I'm a drawin' a pension at this time, and devil a bit more right have I to it than they have, but there's old Andy Cobley and Jake Brookover got me before the squire and didn't care what I swore so they got part of the money.All the exploit I ever done in my life was to kill my mother and then the gun went off by accident (He accidently shot his mother while cleaning his gun). 
STRANGER: Goodday, sir! 
MRS DARRAH: Robin, the gentleman don't know no more about the road now than if you hadn't said a word. 
ROBIN DARRAH: Hold your tongue, old woman.By the grace of God, he can't miss the way, and I know he recollects it, for he said good morning and we parted.