Appointment of Carl Neumann as consul to Puerto Plata by King Wilhelm of Prussia |
MemoryKeeper's Notebook
My adventures in genealogy and the stories of the people in my family tree. The tree includes my ancestors (themselves, their siblings, spouses and in-laws) and my husband's family. Primary names on my side include Roth, Fried, Grosser, Lieberman, Tepper, and Kandel, and on his side, Crime, Neumann, Gorman, Ferguson and McCann.
Thursday, May 9, 2024
Tips and Tricks from a Nineteenth Century Man
Wednesday, November 30, 2022
The Neumann Family Backstory - Part 2
Amalie Neumann Haizinger 1845 |
Thursday, June 30, 2022
The Neumann Family Prussian Backstory - Part one
Amalie Neumann-Haizinger1 (1799-1884) My husband's third great grandmother1 |
5.Ancestry.com. Baden and Hesse Germany, Lutheran Baptisms, Marriages, and Burials, 1502-1985 [database on-line]. Provo, UT, USA: Ancestry.com Operations, Inc., 2016.
6.Bettelheim-Gabillon Helene and Schönfeld Luise Neumann. Amalie Haizinger Gräfin Louise Schönfeld-Neumann: Biographische Blätter. C. Konegen (E. Stülpnagel) 1906. http://catalog.hathitrust.org/api/volumes/oclc/11390508.html. Accessed 20 June. 2022. Original from Harvard University. Translated by Nina Gafni
Friday, May 13, 2022
Finding family in the 1950 U.S. Census
Saturday, March 26, 2022
Family Recipes - Nana soup
Ida Lieberman making her soup about 1958.* |
My maternal grandmother, Ida Grosser Lieberman, was not known for her cooking She made good but not special meals. My memories of eating at her home included multiple courses including the traditional 1950s appetizers of tomato juice, half grapefruit, or store-bought shrimp cocktail. Desserts were often store-bought as well. Holiday meals were at her parent's home ( her mother made all of the traditional Jewish dishes), or in later years, at my mother's table. Before my time, she had worked at my grandfather's store and later was active on various synagogue committees so focused on basic household tasks. Cooking, I think, fell into the "necessary" category.
There was one dish that she made that was loved by everyone in the family, including my grandfather's picky siblings and their children. That was her hearty vegetable soup. We called it Nana soup. The legend was that only the oldest daughter of the oldest daughter could make this soup correctly. That would have included my great-grandmother, as well as my mother although I don't remember either of them making it.
Me making the soup in January 2017 |
I got the recipe from her, and as the next "eldest daughter" in line, started to make it every winter. I use a 16-quart soup pot and fill containers to put into the freezer. I like to serve it to my brother and others who remember my Nana, as the taste of it always brings back good memories and family stories.
*Photo colorized by MyHeritage.com
Tuesday, February 8, 2022
We don't see Polio much anymore
Me collecting for the March of Dimes at my room at Orthopedic Hospital
I don't usually write about myself in this blog, but after two years of the COVID pandemic, I decided that a story from my life might put some things into perspective.
On August 12, 1954, the front page of the Trenton Evening Times carried a story that Trenton had registered its third case of Polio. The article listed my name, age, address, my parents' names, and the hospital to which I had been admitted. It also noted that I had attended the Jewish Community Center Day Camp and that the camp had been given permission to operate as usual for the few remaining days of its season.1 Clearly, the intention was to notify everyone with whom I had been in contact. I spent ten days at McKinley hospital in a coma, during which my parents were told to prepare for my death, and when I woke up, I was moved to the Trenton Orthopedic Hospital, an Art Deco structure at the corner of Brunswick and Cavell Avenues in Trenton.2 Many of the patients there suffered from Polio and its effects. Many were children. Like me many were confined to beds, unable to move, or were using wheelchairs. I was in a private room on an all adult floor, but when I was able to use a wheelchair often visited the other children in the ward, and most of us attended school in a one-room school the hospital provided.
Polio was recognized as early as 1894 and there were periodic epidemics, mostly in the summer months. The paralysis could strike anywhere in the body but often started in the legs. The fatality rate was 2-5% for children and 15-30% for adolescents and adults. If paralysis struck it was often permanent as it was for me. If it struck the abdomen and lungs, the fatality rate could go as high as 75%. There had been a widespread epidemic in the US in 1952 with more than 57,000 cases of which 21,000 had been paralytic.3. There was no vaccine and no cure, and communities were on edge if the disease appeared in the summer.
President Franklin Roosevelt who had been paralyzed by Polio as an adult in 1921 had campaigned since then to find a vaccine to combat the disease. In 1938 comedian Eddie Cantor had suggested on the radio that folks send dimes to President Roosevelt to aid the fight against Polio. Within weeks nearly a 2.7 million dimes had been sent to the White House and the charity The March of Dimes was born with the aim of funding the search for a vaccine against Polio4
I spent more than a month at Orthopedic Hospital, receiving excellent if often painful physical therapy treatments. Twice a day they would roll a machine full of boiling water and heavy wool Army blankets into my room. They would wrap me in the hot wet blankets from neck to toes and leave me with a tray of iced drinks for what seemed forever. I took treatments in a whirlpool bath that left me with a permanent dislike of hot tubs. I learned to walk again. I wore a brace holding my right arm up in the air for more than a year, and orthopedic shoes for longer. I had lots of visits from family and adult friends at the hospital (no children were allowed to visit so my brother spent hours in the car in the parking lot - different times), and as is shown in the photo above, decided to charge my visitors a contribution to the March of Dimes for the privilege of visiting me. My plan was covered in the newspaper which noted that I had raised $6.29 in the previous week.5
A vaccine against Polio was in trials in 1954 and was approved in 1955. A massive effort has been underway since then to eradicate wild Polio worldwide. It was declared gone in the Americas in 1991, Europe in 2002, and Southeast Asia in 2014, By 2017 it was endemic in only three countries, but since then conflicts in Africa, Syria, Pakistan, and other areas have made it difficult to reach and vaccinate children so numbers have ticked up.6 The progress shows that a vaccination campaign can work against a disease that maims and kills. Recent vaccine skepticism has raised fears that other diseases will re-appear as children do not get readily available vaccines against them.
Get vaccinated.
1. Mild Polio Case is Reported Here. Trenton Evening Times Thursday Aug12, 1954, Trenton NJ, page 1. Accessed from GenealogyBank.com 2/7/2022
2. North Trenton, New Jersey. Wikipedia https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/North_Trenton,_New_Jersey. Accessed Feb 7, 2022.
3. Polio Vaccine https://www.historyofvaccines.org/timeline#EVT_100335 Accessed Feb 7, 2022
4. Polio Vavvine Loc. Cit. Accessed Feb 7, 2022
5. Patient aids Polio Drive Trenton Evening Times Wednesday, Sept 1, 1954, Trenton NJ, page 4. Accessed from GenealogyBank.com 2/7/2022
6. Polio Vavvine Loc. Cit. Accessed Feb 7, 2022
Monday, April 12, 2021
An Unknown First Cousin!
Surprising DNA Results |
Although I have had my DNA results at both Family Tree DNA and My Heritage for a long time, I had never tested at Ancestry DNA. They had a good sale on tests last fall so I bought one and sent it in, not expecting results for a while due to the holiday crush. When they finally notified me in January that my results were ready, I clicked on the link, expecting to see thousands of matches, including several that were known second cousins and below that I knew had tested there. What I did not expect was to see a match that was so large that it had to be a first cousin (I ruled out a grandparent due to my age). I won't use his name but just call him GRH. I was pretty sure that I knew all of my first cousins so after I re-started my heart, I ran down the possible parents of this person and the likelihood that they were the parent. My father's much older brothers? Not likely. My mother's sister? From what I knew of her this was possible but not likely either. Then it hit me. My mother had a brother, Jerry, who died at age 20 (before I was born) when his Army Air Corps plane crashed. I wrote about him here.
The story I heard from my mother was that Jerry had possibly fathered a child with a non-Jewish girl near his base before the crash and that my grandmother had been in contact with her but for whatever reason, contact was lost. I looked at his ethnicity data and sure enough, he was 50% Ashkenazi Jewish. My next best match, who appeared to be GRH's son, was 25% AJ. Could this person be Jerry Lieberman's son?
After several false starts, I finally contacted GRH a few days ago. He confirmed that Jerry Lieberman was his birth father. His mother had married and her husband raised GRH as his son. GRH did not find out the true story until that man's death when GRH was about ten and his mother told him the story. He remembered seeing Jerry's mother (our grandmother) once when she came out to where he was living, and he knew that he had received gifts from his grandparents' Baby Furniture store.
We had a great FaceTime chat and it seems that we have a lot of interests in common. I hope that I will get to meet my new first cousin sometime in person. Meanwhile, we are exchanging photos and family information.
Cousins who would like to know more should contact me offline.
Meanwhile, never be surprised at what your DNA results may show!