Friday, March 11, 2011

Sports Center Saturday - Basketball Coach Brown

H.F. Grebey Junior High School basketball team 1954-1955

My grandfather, Edward Brown Sr., was the Vice-Principal of H.F. Grebey Junior High School in Hazleton, Pennsylvania and also it's basketball coach.  The photo above shows the Grebey basketball team from the 1954-1955 school year.  I'm told by my mother that he became the Vice-Principal in 1957 when she was in 8th grade and that she believes he went from assistant coach to head coach shortly before becoming the Vice-Principal.  My grandpa is the coach on the right.

The Greater Hazleton Historical Society has the various high school yearbooks back to 1910, but I haven't discovered yet who kept the yearbooks for the 2 junior high schools in Hazleton (H.F. Grebey and D.A. Harman have both been long since destroyed).  I'm going to have to contact the school district and the local library to see if anyone kept them.  I would like to be able to see exactly when my grandpa started coaching, began teaching, became the head coach, etc.  So much to know.  I would find it hard to believe that all the yearbooks have been destroyed.  It would be heartbreaking!

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Family Tree Magazine's Top 40 Genealogy Blogs


As I prepared to head out for my afternoon round of picking up the munchkins, I decided to jump on Facebook with the few minutes I had.  I saw that a dear friend, Jenn from Climbing My Family Tree, had posted on my wall and told me the incredibly unbelievable news...that the both of us had made it onto the Family Tree Magazine's Top 40 Genealogy Blogs of 2011 under the "New Blogs" category!  Needless to say not only was I extremely delighted, but I was quite stunned!  I certainly didn't expect the honor with so many exceptional blogs out there.

Thank you to everyone that has been so encouraging as I begin my blogging and accreditation journeys!  The latter is certainly a longer journey!  A special thank you to Family Tree Magazine and the four members of the panel, Lisa Louise Cooke (Genealogy Gems and Family Tree Magazine Podcasts), Thomas MacEntee (Geneabloggers), Pat Richley-Erickson (DearMYRTLE), and Randy Seaver (Genea-Musings, The Geneaholic).  You all contribute so much to the genealogy community and I admire each and every one of you!

Take some time to check out Family Tree Magazine's list of the Top 40.  You can even click on one link and subscribe to all the listed blogs in your Google Reader account!  There are so many excellent blogs on there and I am more honored than I could possibly express to have my name up there along side each and every one of them!

Congratulations to everyone that made the list!  And thanks again for all the congratulations, inspirations, and nominations as we keep on blogging!

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Wednesday's Child - Leonard Strean

 "Leonard L. Strean

A week of bronchial pneumonia proved fatal to Leonard Lloyd Strean, beloved four and one half months-old son of Mr. and Mrs. LeRoy Strean of R. 2, West Bend, who died Sunday, July 23 at 3:30 p.m. at St. Joseph's hospital here.

The child was born March 3, 1939 in the town of Trenton.  He is survived by his parents, two sisters, Arlene and Lucille, and two brothers, James and Norbert.

Funeral services were conducted Tuesday at 2 p.m. from the Schmidt Funeral home to the Trinity Lutheran church where Rev. R. W. Groth performed the last rites.  Burial was in the Newark cemetery, Barton.

The untimely death of this little child will leave an ache in the hearts of his bereaved parents and brothers and sisters that will not soon be healed.  We extend our sincere sympathy."

So heart-breaking to hear of the loss of a child.  Even a child you've never met that passed long ago.  

Unknown which paper the clipping was taken from.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Fearless Females Day #7 - Deep Fried Dough...


Frying the Fastnachts
Share a favorite recipe from your mother or grandmother’s kitchen. Why is this dish your favorite? If you don’t have one that’s been passed down, describe a favorite holiday or other meal you shared with your family.

Fastnachts.  Deep fried dough.  What could be better?  I loved seeing that Day #7 of the challenge was on a favorite recipe, because it just so happens that I'm making this lovely recipe today anyway!

I grew up in Northeastern Pennsylvania and went to college in Southeastern Pennsylvania so if you said "Fastnacht" to most people they knew that you were referring to a doughnut.  Being a German major in college and Catholic the terms Fastnacht and Fasching (Fat Tuesday, Shrove Tuesday, Mardi Gras) were common terms as well.  

Essentially as Ash Wednesday grew near it would be time to eat all those fatty foods before fasting (clearing out the pantry of all the goodies, so to speak).  Fasching more commonly (at least today) refers to the day before Ash Wednesday and these doughnuts are a last hurrah of sorts.  

My mom would make these every year when I was little.  I remember coming home from school and seeing my mom surrounded by fastnachts.....mmmmm  Yummy!!!  The funny thing is we aren't even German...at all.  My mom's 100% Irish.  My dad 100% Lithuanian.  Apparently my mom's best friend in school was German and she'd get lots of cool recipes from her and would turn them into family traditions.  I would irritate my parents to no end because, as a child, I had a difficult time saying Fastnacht [fasst-nahkt].  I would say "fasst-snot".  It was not intentional..at least at first :)

Benjamin helping roll the Fastnachts
When I went away to college I was delighted to see that Fastnachts were served there on Fasching as well.  I'd grab a ton and eat them throughout the day.  I'm sure on-lookers found it quite amusing to see me walking away with so many!  

When I had kids this was one of those things that I just had to make each year.  Now I didn't when we lived in Hawaii.  My oldest was really too small to appreciate them, but when he was 2 years old and were living in California, it was game-on, and oh did my kids learn to love these doughnuts!  They are an all day affair though, so I actually make them on Monday for them to beready for eating on Fasching (that's not saying that we don't enjoy them Monday night as well...it's still Carnival after all!).

Fastnachts on the last rise with the slits cut in the middle
Fastnachts

2 c milk, scalded
2 tbsp warm water (110-115 degrees (F))
1 pkg active dry yeast
3/4 c sugar
1/4 c margarine, melted
1/2 tsp salt
7 c flour
2 eggs, beaten
1/2 tsp nutmeg
Canola oil
Powdered sugar (or granulated, if you prefer)

Scald milk and set aside to cool.

Dissolve yeast in the water then add 1/2 c flour to the yeast and mix.  Add this to the scalded milk (ensuring the milk is not between 110-115 degrees (F) as well).  Stir.  Transfer to a very large bowl.  Add 1 tsp of the sugar and 3 c flour.  Mix, cover with plastic wrap (spray plastic wrap with butter spray) or a towel and allow to rise overnight in a warm place.

Punch down.  Add the eggs, margarine (again, make sure it's not hotter than 115 degrees(F)), nutmeg, salt, and remaining sugar.  Add as much of the remaining flour as you can stir with a spoon.  Allow to rise until light (about 2 hours).  

Punch down.  Roll on a floured surface to about 1/4-inch thickness.  Cut into squares.  Cut a slit in the center with a pair of kitchen scissors.  Let rise (about 45 minutes).

Heat oil to 375 degrees (F).  Fry in batches until golden, turning once.  Remove to paper towel-lined baking sheets.  While warm sprinkle with powdered or granulated sugar (we always did powdered).
Store in an air-tight container. 

HINT:  To proof the dough (make it rise faster) - Preheat the oven to 200 degrees (F).  When preheated leave on (and empty) for 4 - 5 minutes.  Turn the oven OFF and place the towel covered bowl in the oven (it's probably going to be on the lowest rack since you need a good-sized bowl for this and you don't want it touching the upper heating-element).  I only use the proofing for the first rise (about 3 - 4 hours), but you could probably do it for the second rise as well. 

Day old Fastnachts are no longer the lovely chewy goodness they were on that initial day, but fear not, just pop them in the microwave for a couple seconds or warm them up in the oven to bring them back to their first-day glory.  They take a lot of work to make, but I guarantee that once you've eaten them you'll be craving them! 



Friday, March 4, 2011

52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy & History - The Worst Fire in America



Peshtigo Fire by Mel Kishner

"Peshtigo Fire" and "Aftermath" were used with kind permission from the Wisconsin Historical Society.  Thank you!

Week 10 - Disasters - Did you experience any natural disasters in your lifetime?  Tell us about them.  If not, then discuss these events that happened to parents, grandparents or others in your family.

As far as natural disasters go, in my lifetime, there really was only one.  Hurricane Agnes struck the year I was born.  I don't remember it and all I was told was that after the flood there were earwigs everywhere.  Um...gross...

I'm sure I'm being incredibly forgetful.  Perhaps there was another natural disaster that is just slipping my mind.  As it is, I've got a better story to tell.  I was going to save it for October, but since we're talking disasters, I can at least give a sampling of the October blog to come!

Now those history buffs out there may be a bit surprised or even incredulous at what I'm about to say, but the worst fire in US history, which occurred the evening of October 8th, 1871 is not the Great Chicago Fire.  There was another fire that occurred on that date...and while everyone was out to rescue Chicago, Wisconsin burned.

The Peshtigo Fire has often been described as a tornado or cyclone of fire.  There was no out-running it and when it struck it did so with little warning.  That year was dry and there had been numerous fires that were man and nature made...so what made October 8th so devastating?  We hear on the news and/or the Weather Channel (I'm a weather geek at heart) about California fires and how devastating it would be if the infamous "Santa Ana Winds" were to strike at a time when fires burned there.  Well, Wisconsin was hit by tremendous winds the night of October 8th, 1871 due to a low pressure system moving into the area, not quite the duration of Santa Ana winds, but the comparison is apt and this was the exact circumstance that was needed to result in this terrible disaster.

Each one of us have seen storms move in.  It's hot outside and then the winds pick up as the frontal system moves through with colder weather, and usually thunderstorms and rain.  The winds can be severe depending on the rest of the weather conditions.  But what happens when you blow on a pile of smoldering ash?  Fire.  Fire needs oxygen to grow, spread, feed.  The winds took those smoldering piles left throughout the region and blew hard.  The fire that sprang from the ashes whirled around in the air like a tornado and fed on the dry, brittle trees all around.  The fires spread with such intense heat and rapidity that there were times that buildings burst into flames as did clothing on many people as they ran through the streets toward the one possible avenue of salvation...the Peshtigo River.

If you turned your back for a moment, if you paused for a moment, if you went back for one little thing, all could be lost.  This scenario was a reality for my husband's ancestors that night.

The Martin Joseph Villers family was struck by the fire in the small city of Rosiere, WI.  Martin, his wife, Octavia, his baby girl, Florence, and a boy that was living with them by the name of Joseph LaCrosse, prepared to flee.  Florence was in a basket and her parents turned to retrieve something from the house.  That brief moment was all it took for the fire to spread between them and their baby girl.
Aftermath of the Peshtigo Fire 1871

The 14 year old orphan that was living with them, Joseph, was near Florence when the fire separated them from the Villers.  He grabbed the baby and climbed into a well.  He held her that night as the flames raged above them.  I can only imagine the prayers he must have offered up to heaven during those terrifying hours.  The next morning, he clambered out of that well with baby Florence and saw that almost nothing remained of the city of Peshtigo.  As he wandered in search of the Villers and other survivors he came across a cow that was partially burned, but survived the fire (most likely the cow had been in a river or somehow sheltered from the flames at some point).  He drew milk into his hand and fed the baby.

Family lore had told of Florence and Joseph hiding in the well for 3 days, but as I've come to research the Peshtigo Fire (all areas affected by it) it became clear to me that this could not have been the case as the fire raged for hours.  Not days.  Perhaps the "three days" that people referred to was the time they were separated from the Villers.  It's the best theory I have so far.  As it turned out Martin Joseph and Octavia survived.  How badly everyone was burned from the fire is unknown...but they survived.

Their prayers were undoubtedly answered...everyone that made it to rivers and various shelters did not necessarily survive.  In cities that had rivers only meant that they now had to fight the currents and had to continue to submerse themselves in the water or throw it on themselves as the fire jumped the river only to continue scorching the other side and well beyond.  Jumping into a well was no guarantee of survival either.  There were stories of people that sought safety in wells only to be baked alive (gross, I know).  This family was watched over that night and every person's survival was a miracle.

The fire became known as the Great Peshtigo Fire.  There are varying accounts among scholars as to the total acres scorched by this monstrous fire.  Regardless of how they quantify the destruction of land, the fire was named after the town of Peshtigo (a boomtown at the time due to logging) because it was hardest hit.  It was not the only city/area hit, in fact it is only a small portion of what burned that night, but the city was decimated. In all 1,152 people are known to have died in the fire and an additional 350 were believed dead, but not confirmed.

The fire is listed on several lists as one of the greatest American natural disasters, fires, etc...too many lists to cite.  One item of interest (at least to me) was that on many of the "lists" I found, was that the Chicago fire, while more famous, was not even mentioned.  The Great Chicago Fire is talked about in history classes throughout the United States, while almost nothing is mentioned about the Great Peshtigo Fire that started at almost the same time and took many more lives and burn much more land.

Memorial Brick at Lambeau Field

To honor the young boy that saved Florence Cayemberg nee Villers' life, her descendants paid for a memorial stone to be placed in the walkway outside Lambeau Field.  Due to the courage of Joseph LaCrosse there are now over 500 descendants of Florence and her husband Eli Cayemberg!  Without the courage of Joseph LaCrosse, my life would be completely different. 


There are several excellent books out on the Peshtigo Fire:


Firestorm at Peshtigo: A Town, Its People, and the Deadliest Fire in American History by Denise Gess and William Lutz

Peshtigo by Bill Bergstrom (a historical fiction that gave me chills and made me cry more than once!)

The Great Peshtigo Fire: An Eyewitness Account (Wisconsin) by Reverend Peter Pernin (a survivor of the fire that gave his account of the tragedy)

Ghosts of the Fireground : Echoes of the Great Peshtigo Fire and the Calling of a Wildland Firefighter by Peter Leschak (I just ordered this one and look forward to reading it)

That's just a taste of what's to come in October at the time of the fire's anniversary.  There are so many stories, and miracles that need telling!  I may not be able to wait until October to share some more!

UPDATE:
I discovered upon transcribing Florence Cayemberg nee Villers' obituary that she was not actually in Peshtigo during the fire.  Now to be clear, she was saved from the Peshtigo Fire but the location is wrong.  It turns out (as reported in her obituary) that she was in Rosiere, WI when what became known as the Great Peshtigo Fire raced through.  Same terrifying events.  Same night.  Different location.  Another reason to watch out for family lore (although just because something is in an obituary doesn't mean that it's true either)!  I've done my best to update my post to reflect that she was not actually in Peshtigo.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Following Friday - Born to Blog!


As I said during my last Following Friday, there are a few blogs that I need to direct my modest readers to.  I began with a dear friend that introduced me to the geneablogging community and I will continue with an even older friend that just started her geneablogging!

Becky Rueblinger of Barking Up Our Family Tree and I go all the way back to the early 1990s during our time together at Millersville University of Pennsylvania.  Facebook is such an awesome tool and has brought me back in touch with such wonderful friends! Genealogy was not something that we were into in college, but as it turns out we actually became obsessed with it about the same time!

Becky had been posting "Notes" on Facebook with her genealogy finds and they were so incredibly well-written and researched (not surprising since she's a brilliant woman)!  She was a blogger in need of a blog!  She jumped right in, got her blog up and running and got it on Genebloggers.

Even her short blogs will make you smile and show the attention to detail she has!  A particular favorite was a picture of her grandma with a sign "Credit makes enemies,  Let's be friends!"  I would so have missed that detail in the picture!

And she has experienced some genealogical luck that I know would have the rest of us green with envy...her husband's family received a letter from an ancestor's homeland from someone they'd never met introducing himself because he's researching his family history and wanted to share information! Something most of us can only fantasize about (at least I hope I'm not the only one)!

She continually puts out awesome posts, brimming with excitement.  Each time I read a post, I'm motivated to do more, as I'm sure you'll be after checking her out!  Head on over and spend some time at Barking Up Our Family Tree!  You will not be disappointed!

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Thriller Thursday - Some People Just Can't Be Good, Part II

Williamsport News 17NOV1949
"Mrs. Bronsavage Faints On Stand In Murder Trial

WILKES-BARRE (AP) - Mrs. Helen E. Bronsavage of West Hazleton fainted Wednesday during her trial on charges of murdering her common-law-husband, Louis Broton.

The 39-year-old woman told the jury Broton beat her "unmercifully" the night before he died from a shotgun blast.

She related how she went to his room and saw a gun beside him.  She said he was asleep and she reached for the gun.  But then he took hold of it and it went off, killing Broton, Mrs. Bronsavage testified."

Now it sounds a bit more like Roxy Hart Chicago style drama.  

As I mentioned last Thriller Thursday, Mrs. Bronsavage is my great-uncle, Anthony Bronsavage's, wife.  I don't know exactly when they were married (not my direct line so I didn't shell out the $$ for the record, but this is all pretty interesting so I may have to do that). Sadly, I have discovered since last Thriller Thursday the court records were lost in the flood brought on in 1972 by Hurricane Agnes, and that the courts at that time didn't keep the minutes from the trials. 

So Helen is on trial for murder.  The man she murdered is referred to as her "common-law-husband".  Hmm...I'll have to check into that one since I was fairly certain that she needed to be divorced before that reference could be used.  Perhaps it was just easier than to call her a trampy chick that was sleazing about, living with another man while married...anyway, outcome of the trial:

The Gettysburg Times, 18NOV1949
"Acquit Woman in Murder Case

Wilkes-Barre, Pa., Nov. 18 (AP) - Mrs Helen Bronsavage, 39, was acquitted last night in the shot-gun slaying of her common-law husband Louis Broton, 34, in a two-room cabin on the outskirts of Freeland.

A jury of nine women and three men brought in the verdict after receiving the case from Judge Thomas M Lewis shortly after noon.

The commonwealth sought a first degree murder verdict District Attorney Leon Schwartz built the state's case largely on five statements which police claimed Mrs Bronsavage made shortly after Broton was found dead last May 1.

Broton's skull had been shattered by a blast from a shotgun which lay near him in the shack.

Mrs Bronsavage said on the witness stand that Broton beat her "unmercifully" the night before he was slain.

She said she went to Broton's room and saw a gun beside him.  She testified Broton was asleep but as she reached for the gun he awakened and took hold of the weapon."

Seriously, I'm waiting to hear Richard Gere sing, "We Both Reached For The Gun"!  I'm a bit suspicious of the number of women on the jury as well.  I mean 3/4 of the jury was women who would be more empathic to an abusive partner.  In my opinion she quite literally got away with murder.  Not saying that she wasn't abused, but she's no angel either, which I will touch on in next week's conclusion, because as the title implies, "Some people just can't be good"...and she wasn't...TO BE CONTINUED...