September 19, 2017

Documentation that John Nordgren’s middle name was Gormley

John Nordgren’s middle name was Gormley

This newest documentation is also proof that you should always revisit sites like Ancestry again and again, because new information is being added all the time. That’s where I found this birth record for my great aunt Edith Elvera Nordgren.

It’s a little hard to decipher the document because it doesn’t seem like a normal birth record. It doesn’t have any identifying official notations at the top of the page, other than “Register of Births in _______ County, State of Washington”. In looking at the locations where the children and their parents lived, it was quite a spread out area, but I suspect it was all in Whatcom County even though it’s not noted on the sheet.

Specifically, for Edith’s family the details for her, and them, are hard to read. What I can see is that Edith is listed with her full name, date of birth, gender, her mother’s name*, mother’s age and mother’s place of birth; in the line for her father it list his first and middle name**, age, and place of birth. It also lists the father’s vocation and who he is working for at the time.***

*The mother is listed as Anna Lena Anderson. This is Anna Lena’s married name, not her maiden name, which was Andreasdotter.

**Since Edith is listed as Edith Elvera Nordgren, but the year is 1907, that means that John G was already going by the surname of Nordgren which leads me to believe he had changed his surname from Andersson some time before. He came to America as Johan Andersson. His brother John Bernt went by the surname Larson. The mother of the two boys was Anna Lena Jönsdotter Larson who had also come to the United States. We know this because she is listed in census records, and she is buried in Minnesota. (Originally, the surname was probably Larsson when they were living in Sweden.

Also, keep in mind that John had filed more than once for Naturalization, and eventually made it in 1907. Was he already going by Nordgren because that was the name he filed under and did it for continuity?

***John Gormley Nordgren was listed as an Engineer working for C I Hood. I have not yet found the company in Washington State business records. It could have been an out of state company doing business here.

Still, some mysteries remain for John G Nordgren. We know he lost his hand somehow because my mom remembered that he had a hook prosthesis.

  • The oldest child, Andrew was born in Minnesota.
  • The next two children, Hulda (my grandmother) and Olive Josephine, were both born in Iowa. Why were they living in Iowa? What occupation was John working that allowed him to take his wife and little son to Iowa? Did they know someone there? Or, was it just there was a job he could do? This time frame is the late 1800s. My grandmother was born in 1896, her sister the next year.
  • The next child, Esther, was born in Sept 1899 in Bellingham, Washington. Sadly, Esther died in October of that same year. Great grandmother Anna Lena was under great stress (my assumption) by having to have two babies born right after each other while they were in Iowa, and then sometime after 1897 the family made another major move which took them from the Midwest (Iowa) to Washington State. Could that have contributed to the loss of the baby Esther? Or, was there some other reason like illness involved?

I do know that from Washington State birth records that all of the children born here were delivered by midwife. Two more children, Oscar and Edith were both delivered by that method. Midwifery in those days had to be somewhat more primitive than present day midwifery.

 

 

 

In Memory of my cousin Tooter Yates 1946-2017

In my early days of doing genealogy I tried almost every method in order to make contact with cousins in various locations. I wrote a letter to the West Plains, MO Quill stating my relationship to my Yates, Pentecost and Smith families in that area. The response was heartwarming letters from people who knew my great grandfather Jim Yates, and a hearty representation of cousins who still lived there.

My second foray into contacting people was to make a phone call to someone in Tennessee named Yates. That man said he knew who “Polky” Yates was (James Knox Polk Yates, to be precise) but he didn’t know much more. I was very new to making contact with people like that and so I didn’t try to call him again. But, I didn’t give up. I knew there had to be Yates family there in Roane County, so I looked up addresses and found one for a Isa Bea Yates. So, I took a chance and wrote her a letter, telling her who I was and how I was connected to the Yates line.

In no time at all I received a phone call from a man named “Tooter” Yates and that began a long friendship with him that spanned over 20 years. Tooter was actually Truman Dillinger Yates and his nickname had been bestowed on him by his grandmother who, when she first held him as a little baby said, “He’s a tooter!”. Isn’t that sweet?

Tooter passed away last month, right before his 71st birthday. I will miss him and his Tennessee voice that would become so familiar and loved. Rest in peace dear cousin. You’ve earned it. Obituary below.

Obituary for Dillinger Truman Yates

Dillinger (Tooter) Truman Yates, age 70, of Ten Mile, passed away Wednesday, May 31, 2017 at his home surrounded by his family.

He was born June 29, 1946 in Roane County where he has been a life long resident. He was a dedicated member of Ponders Gap Baptist Church and Maranatha Church in Midway.

Tooter was a retired truck driver from the K-25 Nuclear Plant after working 37 years.

Preceded in death by his son, Kenny Yates; daughter, Coleen Turner Yates; parents, William & Isabea Hall Yates; brothers, Leslie & Harles Yates.

SURVIVORS Loving Wife of 27 years Sue Ann Piper Yates of Ten Mile Children Jimmy & Kathie Yates of Sweetwater Sally & Tony Ivey of Spartenburg, SC Patty Clark of Kingston, Tobey Yates of Ten Mile, Makayla & Dylan Adkins of Ten Mile, Katie Yates of Ten Mile Frankie & Angie Taylor of Tell City, IN, Kenny Farmer of Morganton, NC, Brother William & Jackie Yates of Sweetwater, Patrick & Robin Yates of Spring City, Casey Yates of Sweetwater, Sister Gloria Yates of Paint Rock, Special Nephew Willie Yates of Harriman, Life Long Friend Gerald Webster of Oliver Springs, 4 Brothers-in-law and 5 Sisters-in-law, Several grandchildren, great-grandchildren and a host of extended family and friends

The family will receive friends 4:00 – 6:00 pm, Sunday, June 4, 2017 at Ponders Gap Baptist Church. Funeral service will be held 2:00 pm, Monday at the church with Rev. Tommy Patterson and Rev. Tom Clipner officiating. Interment will follow the service at Kelsey-Yates Cemetery in Ten Mile.

Online register book can be signed at www.FrakerFuneralHome.net . Fraker Funeral Home of Kingston is in charge of all the arrangements.

The Good Smells Of Childhood

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I was always a “noticing” kind of person. Good smells always put me in a certain frame of mind. Some were cozy, some exciting, some, downright appetite provoking.

This is just a sort of reminiscence of the ones I remember, in no particular order.

The smell of the people around me was most likely some of my first memories. Mom always smelled of cigarettes, coffee and on special occasions when I was very young there was the fragrance of Tweed perfume. I imagine she had it from before she was married and it always made me think of her life in Seattle where she lived with her parents before she married my dad. In later years she wore violet perfume on special occasions because we had found a source for it when we lived in Iowa and she would wear it when she knew we would be seeing each other. She also wore Charlie, which I didn’t especially like, but she did.

My grandma Yates always had the fragrance of face powder and toilet water. A sweet, older lady smell that was light and not overpowering. I don’t remember a particular fragrance my grandma Moline wore. I know she used Oil of Olay though because I remember seeing it on her dressing table.

My dad was fond of Mennen after shave, and his dad liked to wear the simple smell of “I just shaved”, as in the lingering odor of the shave cream he wiped off.

Where we lived, at the end of Dennis Street in Tumwater, Washington, was a seasonal mix of spring, summer and fall smells. I guess winter had a smell too, if you count the Christmas tree (a real one, cut in our back field) in the house. Spring seemed to erupt in our front yard with everything at once. The people who had lived in our house prior to us had planted bulbs and shrubs that were well-established by the time we moved in during the early 1950’s. I probably visit these memories of my childhood yard more often than I should, but this was part of “my world” and I cherish them.

It was the bulbs that came up first in the yard. Old ones like muscari and snow drops. Then, the irises would peek their pointy leaves up from the cold ground and signal the advent of more to come. All of this was followed quite closely by the buds on the quince bush, the sweet smell of the lilacs and the apple and cherry trees bursting into bloom.

Mom was never one to stifle our creativity, so she willingly let us raid her sewing cabinet for thread and needle to string leis of quince flowers as our own tribute to celebrating the spring equinox. The poor visitors to our house in spring were always gifted with sprigs of lilacs to put in makeshift vases until they could carry them home.

Summer brought the seasonal smells of dry grass, or the lovely aroma of wet dry grass after a summer shower. Although I’m writing about smells, I remember those summer mornings when I’d wake up and hear through the early morning summer stillness birds like the ubiquitous robins, the sparrows and chickadees.

I didn’t get much chance to go camping when I was younger, but I did get to sleep outside in the front yard in a sleeping bag with a comfy air mattress for cushion. Waking up in the early, early misty morning air was almost intoxicating. So close to the earth you can almost feel it breathe. I would just lay there and drink in the quiet.

Other smells come to mind too. That wonderful new baby doll plastic smell, the minty fragrance of Doublemint gum when grandma would open her purse when we were sitting in the pew at church on Sundays. How did she know I needed something to stave off ‘starvation’? I suspect she might have been treated to the same thing herself when she was growing up.

Is there nothing more warm and inviting than going through the door of someone’s house whose been cooking a turkey since the wee hours of the day? The sage smell of the dressing; the crispy skin done to perfection by a veteran cook; and all the other smells like candles burning, fresh homemade yeast biscuits coming out of the oven, a recently ironed white damask table cloth, and the blackberry cobbler tempting us to skip the main course and dive right into it.

My life has been constantly assailed by food smells, environmental smells like the brewery, a pulp mill, the smell of my dad when he would come home from working with wood all day and there was a mixture of good honest sweat along with sawdust. One facet of life, the smells, but oh so memorable.

© Carol Yates Wilkerson 2015 – All Rights Reserved

Happy Pi Day Birthday Will Knox Yates

Cerilda, Myra & Jim Yates

One hundred and twenty-three years ago today, a second baby boy was born to Jim and Cerilda Breedlove Yates in Oregon County, Missouri. His name was William Knox Yates and he was my grandfather. (Cerilda and Jim Yates are seated; Jim’s sister Myra is standing).

I don’t have any pictures of my grandpa Yates as a small boy. I think the earliest one I have is the hunting photo I posted (see link below), and I think Grandpa was around 20 years old. Two years later Grandpa would be inducted into the Army artillery at Ft. Dodge, Iowa and sent off to France for WWI service. I don’t have any pictures of him in uniform. [intlink id=”4100″ type=”post”]1912 Washington State Gun Fanatics[/intlink]

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When Grandpa came back from service overseas, everyone in the family was worried that he might have brought home the Spanish Flu (he didn’t). He and my grandma Minnie Smith married 29 June 1917, most likely when Will came home from the war.

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Their first child, William Gale Yates (my dad) was born 16 March 1920 in Howell County, Missouri. Most likely, it was a home birth as my maternal grandmother’s mother Mary Elizabeth Pentecost Smith Yates (Will’s father Jim and Minnie’s mother Mary were married) was a midwife of sorts for the family. The photo below is my dad William G. Yates, age about 4 months.

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