After all this, she succumb to old age

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The hardest part about being a family historian/researcher is keeping up on all the living people at the end of the branches. I am not talking about the low hanging fruit of the younger generations, but those who find themselves in the years older than me. Those who are the matriarch and patriarch of their branches.

Robert John Shay Sr (left) and Maureen Hannigan Shay (right) on the occasion of the wedding of Robert John Shay II and Dawn Turkus

This became particularly evident yesterday when I went on am ‘Elmer Fudd’ hunt in the middle of some serious research efforts. Out of the empty recesses of my mind, I decided to look for the obituary of Maureen Hannigan Shay, who I thought was the matriarch of that branch of the family tree. I now know that she has two older sisters who have outlived her.

Tragedy struck the Shay family on September 2, 2001 when your son called his wife to let her know he arrived at the office. For them, it was a daily occurrence, sort of like a “I’m okay” moment after traveling the ferry and subway. Robert worked on the 110 floor of the World Trade Center and just moments after hanging up with is wife, disaster struck. I don’t think I need to recount the horror of the day and will probably append this later with some links to stories about Robert. 

Last year (2020), Maureen ‘s husband passed away. Robert Sr had retired from the FDNY as a Lieutenant. He had raised his nine children and was enjoying life on Staten Island. But, alas, father time came knocking on his door.

I never knew my Staten Island relatives. For years my dad had often asked about Francis P Hannigan, the USGA officials and golf expert commentator about a family connect. But there was never an acknowledgement of the question, nor a response. It seemed that Frank had lived a difficult life growing up and he just desired to forget about his past. Then an outside tidbit provide a gleamier of hope to the Mott Haven clan when it appears a younger brother had stood as the witness for his brother’s citizenship processing. In the end, the connection was made, marriage proof in Nenagh, Tipperary, Ireland were uncovered and the travel to the land of new opportunity on the SS John Clarke was discovered. Michael Hannigan and Mary Quin only had one child that was birthed and that was in 1864 on the trip across the Atlantic Ocean. They named him Cornelius “Neil” George after his grandfathers and he was baptized in New Jersey some weeks after birth.  In early 1870 they are in Westchester County. But for the second census for New York City residence in 1870 they are living on 35th Street in Manhattan. Eventually the family moves to Staten Island where Neil marries and raises his family of nine children.

Carroll was the last born son and the father of Maureen that I mentioned above. Carroll only had four children, unlike his father or his daughter.  Maureen and Robert met at a pizza joint on Staten Island and were married in 1965. It was there that they raised their family and it was there in the family home that Maureen passed away just before Halloween. I had communicated with my cousin Jerry through Ancestry.com just the week before she passed and we were unaware of her recent health battle. Fortunately, at least from what we can find out, the recent SARS2 epidemic was not listed as the cause of death. Jerry recounted in an email yesterday of spending some time with Maureen and the stories she could tell. Unfortunately, neither an audio recording or a video filming of the event were not prepared. Now only the memories of the stories remain in the minds of the listeners.

So now that branch has fewer living stems. The two older sisters are all that remain from Carroll’s line. Maybe, someday soon I will be able to connect with them and they will be able to share the stories like their younger sibling.

52-1: Foundation for tree building

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One of the most asked questions about building a family tree is who to include. Do you just research direct ancestors? Do you research direct ancestors and siblings? Do you research direct ancestors, siblings and ‘by marriage’ relationships? Or do you look for the whole enchilada of relationships? The short answer is that it depends on your purpose.

I recently reviewed the GEDCOM that I downloaded from my main Ancestry.com tree that loaded 7333 individuals and 2864 families. When analyzing the data in the file, I discovered the following relationships:

Direct Ancestors: 187
Descendants: 2
Blood Relations: 933
Married to Blood or Direct Relation: 579
Related by Marriage: 3318
Linked through Marriages: 1744
Unknown relation: 570

I think those list as the 570 unknown relation are unlinked DNA matches where the Most Recent Common Ancestor (MRCA) has not been identified, but I need to isolate those records to review them.

This provides the foundation for my Ancestry.com research. Using AncestryDNA is a resource in my research tool kit, but DNA matches, by themselves, are not really research. Research only occurs when you have something of an official nature to support your hypothesis.

In the meantime, what is the best option for developing your family tree? Having a tall, sturdy giant sequoias or a broad hardy Oak.

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Summary of research on Patrick Joseph Hannigan

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Here is the information that I know —

Patrick Joseph Hannigan was born about 1840 in County Limerick, Ireland. He died in September 1884 of gastroenteritis in New York and was buried at St. Raymond’s Cemetery in the Bronx. According to his death certificate
from NYC – he had been in the US for 16 years when he passed. His parents are listed at Cornelius and Mary.

Catherine /Kate/ was born in 1855 and passed away on October 31, 1925 in the Bronx, New York. She was buried at St. Raymond’s Cemetery next to her family – without a grave marker. Her death certificate lists her parents as James O’Neil and Bridget Murphy. She passed away due to Pneumonia of the left lung having suffered since October 22.

No marriage records for Patrick and Catherine have been located. Additionally, none of the birth records for Mary or any of the other children have been located. The only clues to their marriage and Mary’s birth come from the 1870 census indicating Mary is 2 years old on August 13 1870 when the census was taken. The census indicates Mary was born in New York.

The 1880 Census indicates Patrick and Catherine with their 5 children, but no death certificate or additional information about Mary has been located.

Cornelius was born after the 1870 Census and appears in the 1880 Census at age 9 on June 8, 1880 when the census was taken. Additional children include Mary (11), James (7), Lizzie (Elizabeth) (5) and Rosanna (3).

Unfortunately, because of the problems with the 1890 Census – no records (except City Directories) are available to provide information between 1880 Census and 1900 Census.

In addition to Patrick passing away in 1884, Elizabeth passed away on December 6, 1891 due to heart disease. On April 16, 1903, Dennis M. died as a result of a train accident in North New York City. He was a Brakeman for the New York-New Haven-Hartford Railroad. His death certificate indicates he was married and living in New Haven at the time of the accident and his death.

Three years later on March 5, 1906, James passed away at St. Joseph’s Hospital in New York. His mother is listed as “Katy O’Neill” born in Ireland. He had a lung problem that listed as Asthma as a contributor. His place of residence prior to his sickness was unknown. There are several James Hannigan listed in NYC Directories and in the 1900 Census.
Since he passed away in NYC – I would image he remained in NYC and came home to his mother’s address before he passed away. An interesting sidelight that might have contributed to his health issues is a rather extensive file with the New York Criminal Justice system that begins with his father sending him to Reform School in June 1884 and several other sentences with Blackwell Island and other correctional facilities.

In the 1900 Census (taken January 7, 1900), Catherine (44 – August 1855) is cared for by Cornelius (29 – October 1870) with two sons in the US Army. John Joseph (my great grandfather) was born June 6, 1880 and Denis Michael was born March 1883.

Kate and Cornelius are listed in the 1910 Census, while John Joseph has married and has his own family. Kate is listed as the mother of seven children with four children living. By process of elimination, those would be Mary (42); Cornelius (40); Rosanna (33) and John Joseph (30). Mary Ellen dies in July 1915 in Trenton and was buried in an unmarked grave at St. Raymond’s Cemetery with two daughter and eventually her husband; Cornelius dies on March 6, 1917 and is buried at St. Raymond’s Cemetery in the same grave as his mother; Rosanna death was ruled died an apparent accidental death following a corner’s inquest and is buried in San Mateo County, California; and Catherine is listed in the NYC Directories by nothing has been located in the 1920 census. At her death on October 31, 1925 records indicate she was living with her son, John Joseph and his family, although the 1920 census for the family does not reflect her living with them at that time.

In 1926 John Joseph is the soul survivor of the Bronx clan and he retires from the FDNY to become the Fire Chief for Norwood, Massachusetts. He dies in 1947 while living in Watertown, Massachusetts and is buried as part of the Spanish-American War graves on the hill at Fairview Cemetery in Hyde Park, Massachusetts.

Staten Island Hannigan clan

An interesting discover years ago was the Naturalization Paperwork for Patrick. His witness was Michael Hannigan of 35th Street in Manhattan. What little information I could find (at the time) indicated he had come from Ireland, was married and worked in the hotel district as an Ostler – someone who tended to horses. I guess he was the modern day taxi driver/mechanic.

As the research grew on Michael, I discovered his great-grandson was Francis P Hannigan. Frank Hannigan grew up on Staten Island and was very proficient at golf. He later became a sports writer for the Staten Island newspaper and ultimately reach the most prominent position of his career as the man in charge of the US Golf Association (USGA). For years it had been a question of my dad’s and for years the brick wall of family relations blocked the path.

With the release of the Parish Records in Ireland for public examination, I found out Patrick’s parentage and he had at least three siblings. His younger brother was named Michael with another younger brother named John. There was also a sister name Mary or Mariam. They were all baptized in the same church parish in a small rural area of County Limerick.

The connecting point was when Michael married Mary Ann Quin in County Tipperary and his brother Patrick was his best man. Immediately after the wedding they headed for either Liverpool or Cork to board the SS John Clarke for the journey to the Big Apple. Michael and Mary Ann’s only child was birthed on the waters of the Atlantic Ocean on June 30, 1864 during the transit to Castle Garden’s at the Port of New York. He was baptized in New Jersey a month after disembarking the SS John Clarke and appeared in the early 1870 Federal Census for Westchester County, New York.

Where is Readville, Massachusetts?

The town of Readville, Massachusetts was just a spot on the map. Really, it does not appear on a lot of maps and it was not really well known until Thomas Menino, the former mayor of Boston was elected.

Readville is located between Milton, Dedham and Hyde Park at the foot of the Blue Hills and is often though of as a neighborhood in Hyde Park. But is was not always that way.

At one time, Readville was a real town, with a real Post Office. The USPS even assigned the town its own zip code.

In addition to Mayor Menino, Readville has some other history. Readville was one to the massive New York, New Haven & Hartford railroad locomotive and car shops. The railyards were popular during the Second World War, when trains filled with POWs from Europe would stop and await further orders on where their final destination was.

Back during the Civil War, Readville was the home of Camp Meigs. Camp Meigs was the training camp for Union soldiers, particularly a regiment of black soldiers of the 54th Massachusetts Infantry. The movie GLORY, with Mathew Broderick, Morgan Freeman and Denzil Washington, tells the story of the training of the soldiers and their march to South Carolina.

But, Readville was more than this. Readville is the town where my father was born and he grew up. My grandmother was born there and after meeting my grandfather, she was married there. With the exception of the few years they lived in New Haven, Connecticut, she lived her entire life in Readville.

Being from an Irish Catholic background, my grandfather was very active in politics. He gave his entire life to it. During the campaigns of John Kennedy, he was a strident campaigner.

He worked as a Railroad Policeman and he was a Master Electrician with the railroad. After an accident with the railroad, he worked for the local grocery stores as an electrician and moved to New Haven for a job there. He was commissioned as a Second Leutentient in the late 1930s and served in the US Army Reserves and Massachusetts National Guard.

Upon returning to Readville, he became an advocate for senior affairs and was appointed to serve in the administration of Mayor Kevin White. He was well connected with the political party in Massachusetts.

In 1989, my grandfather passed away. It was rather sudden, although he had battled illness for a while. He became a victim of the health care system.

I have gotten back to Readville on a couple of occasions since he was buried. In addition to my grandfather being buried there, my grandmother was buried in 1983 and his father was buried in 1947. Few family members visit the cemetery any more because we have all moved away or been buried. But anytime I am in Boston, I try to stop by the grave sites and pay my respects.

Often times you don’t know who your friends are until they show up at your funeral. Many people attended his funeral or wrote letters to acknowledge his volunteer service.

But still today, when you ask someone from Boston if they know where Readville is, they look at you with a questioning smile and say no. An obscure town of unknown people, but it is where my heritage was built.

Did neighbors know they were related?

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The year was 1900 and the residents of the Mott Haven community in North New York City were preparing for the 12th Census of the US. The area was quite different than it is today.

Now, over 110 years later, what did neighbors know about their family connections? The answer to the question is obscure because of the years, but researching documents of the era can provide some insight in how close together extended families lived, even if they did not know each other.

This has become evident in recent days as I have searched for the descendents of George Oder Quin. George was the Parish clerk for the Church of Ireland in Ballymackey in County Tipperary. His daughter, Mary Ann, married Michael Hannigan of Ballinvana, County Limerick in 1864. Michael’s brother, Patrick, was his best man. If other family members were at the ceremony, we don’t know.

Research indicates that shortly after getting married, the three of them (Mary, Michael and Patrick) headed to Liverpool to begin the long journey on the ship John Clarke across the Atlantic Ocean for New York City and a new life. Mary delivered their only son while on the ship in late June and upon arriving in early August, they made their way to North New York City and Westchester County. Both Patrick and Michael are listed in the 1870 US Census for living in Westchester County. Michael is also listed in the second enumeration of the 1870 US Census for New York City (Manhattan).

Patrick settled in the Morrisana area and began to raise his family which remained in that area until the mid-1920 when his son retired from the FDNY and moved to Massachusetts. Michael moved to Manhattan to raise his only son. And a third brother, John, who arrived in the 1870s be work as a grocer in Manhattan. Michael eventually moved his family to Staten Island.

But Mary (Michael’s wife) had six siblings and five of them left the green homeland of Ireland for New York City at different times.

Which brings me back to the 1900 US Census. Patrick’s widow was living on 3rd Avenue in the Mott Haven area for the enumeration. And a short distance away lived the family of Mary’s sister, Eliza Quin Jackson on Willis Avenue. Just a couple of block over and several blocks down the street, but did they know each other. They might have attended the same church, St. Jerome’s Roman Catholic Church on Alexander Avenue was a common parish for the Irish immigrants.

The more research which gets done, the more questions that can be asked. The records show where the families live, but did they know each other and did they settle in the region because of family members. We will never know.

Mysteries in the Census – Agnes Hannigan

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Researching any census report is an exercise in the ears of the enumerator. However there is an even bigger challenge is translating what the enumerator heard into what was written on the line. If the person enumerating the report used cursive writing, the future challenge could be in the transcription of the information which was written. This make researching the census reports even more challenging and often time leads to there being more questions than answers.

The prompt for week 5 is ‘In the Census’ and what unusual things you have found in researching your ancestors. This prompt is in my immediate wheelhouse and some information was only revealed in the US Census report that has led to further researching an unknown ancestor.

Everyone has a few elusive family ancestors, particularly females, who are hard to locate. After they appeared in a particular US Census report, a decade goes by and there is no guarantee they are still in the same home during that decade. This magnifies the mystery of who they are.

This was the case with my father’s great aunt. For years, my father thought he had visited his great aunt in New Jersey in the early 1950s. Research has now proven he visited his great aunt’s daughter, a young lady named after her mother.

One clue led to another and the family was finally located in the 1900 US Census report for New York City. The amazing discovery in that report was not the family of his great aunt, but the name of a 13-year-old girl. Nestled in the details was a young girl who was listed as a ‘niece’ with the surname Hannigan. What a great discovery as some closure was brought to the discovery of his great aunt’s family. But, hidden within the family data was this additional person. An unknown person through our previous research.

Now the questions began swirling in my head. Who were the parents of Agnes Hannigan? Where was she born? How is she related? Where did she grow up? Did she every marry and raise a family? These are just a few of the things that I wanted to find out.

By the 1905 NY State Census, she is no longer living with her aunt, but another relative has replaced her, a nephew. Agnes has not been located until she gets married in 1912 in her Roman Catholic church in New York City. Is she related? The address she uses is the address of my great-great-grandmother. The witness to the ceremony was my great-grandfather.  Every indication is that she was related, but the mystery still remained as her parents were listed as ‘Unknown’ on the marriage certificate.

The mystery about her birth remains unknown today.  Indications that she was adopted by the Haring family are sprinkled in death notices.  Discussions with descendants have led to further dead-ends.  While members of the Haring family know her story, when the last one died, the story was sealed in the grave with her.

One can only speculate who the mother of Agnes was. We know that Agnes was a ‘niece’ of Mary Hannigan Haring and she belongs to our family history. And we will need to be satisfied that until there is a slim sliver of information that this will remain a mystery to be researched.

Guess whose coming to dinner – Grandpa Roy Clark

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The prompt this week immediately made me think of the 1967 movie ‘Guess Whose Coming To Dinner’ which you might not be familiar with.  But, if you don’t recognize the title, Google it and I am sure it will open your horizons.

Who would you like to invite to dinner?  That is a very open-ended questions.  With four sets of ancestors that I rarely know anything about, it could be kind-of difficult to settle on one person.

I immediately thought about my maternal grandfather who died when I was less than a year old.  In fact, this is a picture of me in my grandma’s arm.  He died the January after I was born due to leukemia.  But I really did not know what was special about him until my grandmother’s funeral.  You see, the preacher drew his eulogy from the annuls of life for Roy & Mae Clark.

When Grandpa Roy turned his life around and made his profession of faith in church as an adult, the preacher said ‘It stuck’ on him and the people around him.  I don’t know what type of person he was before, but it would appear that he became a different type of person to be around.

At least, that is the way my Uncle Dave is. You won’t meet a more gentle, kinder, sincere person like him.  Well, maybe his father was and having him come to dinner to talk about the change in his life would make for a great conversation around the table.

My father shared a story about one of the first times he visited the Clark farm. After a hard days work on the farm, the ladies had dinner on the table.  The men would come in from their chores and ‘wash up’ for dinner.

After everyone was seated around the table, my dad grabbed his fork and proceeded to stick it into the roast to get a piece.  Grandpa Roy said ‘Son, we give thanks in this house before we eat.’  My dad replied ‘Pray quick, I’m hungry.’ And with that my dad put down his fork and Grandpa Roy asked a blessing on the food.

Grandpa Roy sounds like someone I would like to invite to dinner.

 

Longevity in finding the unknown sibling – Rosanna Hannigan

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Longevity was the prompt for the third week of the 52 ancestor project. It means different things to different people and at different times.  For example, when I looked at my health results from my DNA test, it indicated I was given to a longevity for life.  What that means is unknown, but hopefully I will outlive my father and grandfather. But longevity also has to do with perseverance.  Sometimes, it takes a long time to find results from your research.

One such person in my line of ancestors was Rosanna Hannigan.  Through all the discussions with my father, there was never a mention of Rosanna as a sibling of his grandfather.

When I discovered their 1880 US Census report for New York City, it indicated the family of Patrick Hannigan was enumerated on June 8, 1880 while living on 149th Street. In the enumeration were listed five children: Mary (11); Cornelius (9); James (7); Lizzie (5) and Rosanna (3). There she is, the fifth child in the census and the fifth child known to be born to Catherine. The family is listed on lines 16-22 on the census form to the below.

1880 US Census for New York City, Patrick Hannigan's family listed on line 16-22

1880 US Census for New York City, Patrick Hannigan’s family listed on line 16-22

Little is known about the family after 1880.  Patrick passed away in 1884 and was buried at Saint Raymond’s Cemetery. There is no real data available after the 1880 US Census because the 1890 Census was destroyed.   However, the 1890 NY Police Census indicates that Rosanna was living with her mother and four siblings.

Then in late 1891, Elizabeth (Lizzie) passed away and buried with her father at Saint Raymond’s.

In February 1896, Rosanna gets married to Henry Edgar Acker at the North New York City Methodist Episcopal Church on Willis Avenue.  At the time of her marriage Rose was living at 627 E 144th Street. This is the address in the New York City Directory listed for her mother, Katherine Hannigan.  Every indication remained that Rose was living at home with her family as they moved around the Mott Haven neighborhoods where they grew up.

Certificate of Marriage for Henry Acker and Rosanna Hannigan, February 9 1896

Certificate of Marriage for Henry Acker and Rosanna Hannigan, February 9 1896

In spite of the claim in the marriage license that this is Henry’s first marriage, other research has proven that Henry had been previously arrested and was charged as a bigamist immediately before marrying Rose. The other mystery is how this marriage ended. No records have been located about dissolving the marriage, but Henry Acker had a pattern of abandonment that went back to the Catskills.

A few years later, Henry is found with another family in the 1910 US Census and he dies before 1920.

Research had reached the proverbial Brick Wall!

Rose was no where to be found. I was certain she is out there somewhere, but I was unable to locate her. It was time to expand the search.

Then two little bits of information changed the direction of our research. The discovery of a William Acker in the California Death Index indicated his mother’s maiden name was Hannigan and they were from New York City. Could it be that a son was born to them in February 1897? A great lead, but I needed more information.

That came in the form of the 1905 NY Census for Rose’s oldest sister, Mary, and the Haring family. Included in the listing for their family was a nephew, William Acker. I had to review my relationship chart. Could it be that a nephew was referring to the child of your sibling? Exactly! But we still have not found the birth certificate from New York City for William Acker.

Extensive research had not turned up anything until the discovery of an obituary for her sister, Mary Ellen Hannigan Haring in 1915.  In the obituary was included a reference to a Mrs. Salem Goodale being listed as a sister. But who was Salem Goodale? And where did they get married and live?

That makes for another exciting story for another day.

Beginning a heritage of military service – John J. Hannigan

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The Plattsburg Idea was the ’90-Day’ summer training camp experiment in Plattsburg Barracks, New York to train a reserve officer corps to support the buildup of an Army for the war in Europe.

My great-grandfather John Joseph Hannigan, was a candidate for the program, leaving the FDNY for his call to military service.

This was not his first military experience since he had served in both the Spanish-American War and the Philippines Insurrection.

The listing was found in a roster of the 201st New York Infantry Volunteers:

HANNIGAN, JOHN J.—Age, 20 years. Enlisted, July 13, 1898, at New York city, to serve two years; mustered in as private, Co. D, July 17, 1898; promoted corporal, January 19, 1899; mustered out with company, April 3, 1899, at Camp Wetherill, Greenville, S. C.

The Plattsburg Training Camp was begun in 1917 when it was the site of the “Plattsburgh Idea,” a military officer training camp that was the forerunner of ROTC. This was also referred to as the Plattsburgh Military Camp and the Citizen’s Military Training Camp, and also remained the U.S. Army Barracks

The camp was set up in the fields of Plattsburg and it prepared candidates for the daily grind of being transformed from a public citizen to a military officer.

nyt-wwi-hannigan-commissionedOn November 10, 1917, the New York Times reported that 48 officers were commissioned for service with the Signal Corps.  One of those that received their commission on November 9, 1918 to First Lieutenant was John J. Hannigan, 437 East 156th Street, New York. After a ‘seven-day leave of absence’ he reported to Washington DC to be sent overseas to France.

2LT William T Oliver and 1LT John J Hannigan, taken in France during WWI

2LT William T Oliver and
1LT John J Hannigan, taken
in France during WWI

This picture is of my great-grandfather {right} and his niece’s husband, William Townsend Oliver.  William and Mary Ellen {Haring} Oliver lived in Trenton, New Jersey and were married in 1917 before William deployed.

In 1937, when my great-grandfather married his second wife {after the death of his first wife}, William and Mary were the witnesses on the marriage license.

My father visited them in their home in 1953 while stationed at Fort Dix for training.

My great-grandfather was the first of many to answer the call to military service. His younger brother Denis enlisted twice, discharged the first time because of his age.

My grandfather was commissioned in 1936 and served with the Massachusetts National Guard. He continued to serve in the US Army Reserves in the transportation corp.

My father enlisted in the Massachusetts National Guard for service as a Military Policeman.  Then went on Active Duty to serve in the Communication Repair specialty.

I enlisted at the end of Vietnam and served a combination of twenty-years in the US Army and US Army Reserves.

My brother enlisted in the US Marine Corps and service in California for a number of years. He was medically discharged from the Gulf War.

So there is a long history of military service in the Hannigan clan. And it all began with my great-grandfather.

 

The forgotten family member – Still-born Donohoe

Like everyone else, I have 2 parents, 4 grandparents, 8 great-grandparents, 16 great-great-grandparents, and 32 great-great-great-grandparents. And it keeps going.

With only five generations there are 62 unique direct individuals who make up who I am. And this does not even include any siblings among any of the generations.

It is often the unknown ancestor who escapes the stories. There was at least one such individual in my family history, a baby boy who did not survive childbirth. There may be more, but I stumbled upon this ancestor, quite by accident.

I was researching the Massachusetts Death Index online and the parents listed for the baby fit my family ancestors, but no one had any knowledge of this baby boy. You see, he was the second child born to my great-grandparents on my father’s maternal side.

So, while on a family research trip to Boston in 2007, my dad and I went to the cemetery where it was reported this child was buried. We talked with the person at the desk and she began looking through records. You see, we knew the year and date the baby boy was born and died; and that helped to narrow down their records. We even had a copy of his death certificate that was issued following his birth.

After we where told where he was buried, we discovered the location of the grave was unmarked and without a headstone. Again, this young boy has been unrecognized since his birth and death in 1905. Rooting around in the grass we found the single brass marker that signified the corner of his final resting place. This baby boy was not unknown any longer. There is a location and a record that makes him part of our family history.

Is he the only one? Who knows! But for right now, he is someone whose past has come into the present and his existence will live on into the future through this research.