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June 8th, 2010 | Posted by Granny Pam in Granny's Ancestors - (5 Comments)

My great-grandparents on my mother’s side lived in Hoosick Falls, Rensselaer County, New York for some portion of their married life, and are buried there. They appear on the 1880 census in Chatham, and in 1900 in Hoosick Falls, so they arrived in Hoosick Falls sometime between those dates.

They were members of the Methodist Episcopal Church in Hoosick Falls, and one of my goals on my trip to New York was to attend church in that building myself.

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The Methodist and Presbyterian church joined together some years ago, and use the building as their home today; the congregation is called First United Church, Presbyterian.

The building is beautiful, and I noticed the heavy wooden doors my mother had remembered and told me about. I attended the service with my first cousin, once removed who lives in Hoosick Falls. She is a wonderful lady, who has been very gracious since I wrote her several years ago. She remembered my mother as a small child, and was the only person connected with that family who even knew who Mom was.

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My great-grandparents, Orlando William Palmer and Libbie Winn were the parents of five children, Nellie E., 1875-1890; Lillian S., 1878-1888; Edwin Ernest, 1884-1943; my grandmother, Helen Lois, 1891-1966; and her twin, Hazel Sarah, 1891-1947. A window in the church honors Lillian, and I especially wanted to see that again.

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My visit to the church was a reminder that we do stand on the shoulders of those who come before, and a concrete reminder that they were here on this earth. It is especially meaningful to me, since I never met any of my mother’s family until I found the cousin I mentioned.

This entry is part 1 of 1 in the series DNA in Genealogy Research

If you haven’t read about my search for my great-grandfather’s surname, you can find out more here, here, and here. After I found my grandfather’s family, I was thrilled, and did quite a few happy dances, visited the cemetery, got his will and every record available about him and his family in his hometown of Howell, Michigan. Then the struggle began. 1870 census? Nothing close. Passenger lists? Nothing. I have searched passenger lists and Castle Garden records every way imaginable. I have a list of possible surname spellings that covers two pages, all carefully recorded from soundex and “sounds like” searches of various sources. I have visited the locations where he lived, read the newspaper microfilms, copied his real estate transactions, obtained death records for him and his family, searched for birth records and other records. But I still have a dead end. Boo!

When I realized I was pretty much at a dead end on that branch of the family, I did what my brain and experience told me to do. I searched more, expanding into neighboring counties and my grandfather’s siblings. I found a divorced Baptist minister, and a descendant of the divorced wife’s second husband. I wrote letters to 26 gentleman who were listed in the phone book and have a name which may be connected with another branch, carefully outlining the relationship and asking specific questions. I included a self-addressed stamped envelope in each letter, and my phone number, along with e-mail and postal addresses. I received only replies that were negative, not one from the person I was seeking. Still nothing useful or helpful in identifying the family’s actual origin, or the original spelling of their name. Boo-hoo.

Now, the new “Family Finder” DNA test has become available, and I am taking the plunge. A close male relative of mine is also taking the family finder test, and a YDNA test. It will be interesting to see what the results are, and if it will help me in my search. I have no illusions here, I know this is not a magic bullet. Today I will list the reasons why I have considered the test, and why I am taking it, and in later parts of this series, I will keep you abreast with the process as it unfolds. If my experience helps someone, then I will have a good result, even if it does not help me.

  1. The YDNA test that my relative is taking will provide me with a tool to find other members of my great-grandfather’s family. Since research is stalled at the point where my ancestor arrived in Howell, Michigan, with only a few clues to his origin and no substantial real evidence, I am hoping that there really may be a magic bullet. The best possible result would tell me his actual origin, Germany, or elsewhere, and what the “more German” spelling of his name was. What I am hoping for, a lucky match to a family who is also actively researching, which may point me to the correct location in Germany, or elsewhere.
  2. The Herrington mystery is another reason. My mother was raised in foster care. Her paternal line originates with a man named “Herrington” who lived near an area where members of the better documented Harrington family lived; however, he does not seem to be closely connected to that family. Since that ancestor came from a large family, I am hoping that some other researchers also take the “Family Finder” test and I may become aware of them and their research.
  3. The Orlando Palmer adoption mystery. My mother’s maternal grandfather was the adopted son of Platt B. Palmer and Angeline Carpenter. His original name was Askey, or Ascha, or similar. The evidence I have found fits the story, but the details are lost in history. Maybe I will connect with a descendant of the family. I have found some, among them a super researcher who is generous and caring. I just want one more…

Since much of this is a shot-in-the dark kind of thing, I thought my readers might be interested in the results. Fishing trips can be fun and challenging, but so are roller coaster rides. Ride along with me as I explore DNA testing, what to expect, and how the process works. Better still, watch me sweat and sit on the edge of my chair while wait to for the results. Best of all, see if the results help me in any way.


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I used Word it Out to create this graphic which shows the surnames in my family. Somehow, just the names seem very incomplete, so here is a little more.

The Johnstons and the Rapiers arrived in Huron County, Ontario from Scotland, where they married.

Long and Myers arrived in Ontario, already married with a family, from the disputed territory of Alsace-Lorraine. They always said they were French, and claimed birth in France.

A Kaiser came to Huron County, Ontario from his home in Vaughan Township, York County, Ontario, Canada. His ancestors, who were loyal to the King, had walked to Niagara and then settled in Kaiserville, near York (now called Toronto). You can find out a lot more about them at Black Creek Pioneer Village.

A Long married a Kaiser, they lived in Huron County, Ontario, then migrated to Cadillac, Wexford County, Michigan.

In Cadillac another Kaiser married a Johnston. Did I say that the Johnstons also migrated from Huron County, Ontario to Cadillac, Wexford County, Michigan?

A Yearnd/Yournd and a Detmann/Detman, already married, dropped into Howell, Livingston County, Michigan from outer space Germany? One Yearnd completed his education and traveled to Cadillac, Wexford County, Michigan, where he married a Kaiser.

William H. Yearnd and Winnie Alice Kaiser were my paternal grandparents.

Howard married Winn somewhere near their home in Rombow Precinct, Fishkill, New York. A Winn married a Ham, they lived in Columbia County, New York.

There another Winn married a Sherwood; they lived in Washington County, New York.

Then another Winn married a Palmer. They lived in Hoosick Falls, Rensselaer, New York.

But wait, the Palmer was adopted, his name was Askey or Ascha at birth. He came from Bennington County, Vermont, or Columbia County New York, or perhaps Berkshire County, Massachusetts. His parent’s surnames were Ascha/Askey and Ackert.

A Herrington, or perhaps Harrington dropped from outer space Ireland? into Rensselaer County, New York. He married a Palmer, who had previously been married and divorced from a Hill.

David Henry Herrington and Helen Lois Palmer were my maternal grandparents.

Somehow, Marjorie Helen Herrington found her way to Detroit ca 1949-1950, where James Austin Yearnd was attending Wayne State University. They married on January 20, 1951, at his mother’s home in Cadillac, Wexford County, Michigan. They were my parents.

If you are researching any of these names, in outer space, or a location I have indicated for that name, please contact me from the link on the upper right.

This graphic was created and posted to satisfy the requirement of category 4, Expand Your Knowledge, task E for the Winter 2010 Geneabloggers Games. Additionally, it was created on 15 February 2010, and posted with a scheduled time for publication of 6:00 a.m. EST, in partial satisfaction of task 5C.

I am lucky enough to have collected a group of internet cousins along the research path. One of them is an especially meticulous researcher, who uses (heaven forbid) older methods and new technology to produce amazing results. Let me say that again, she uses all the avenues available to her to facilitate her research. I like that, since I also combine the newer internet sources with my tried-and-true, library, archives, cemetery and courthouse investigation, letter writing techniques.

I found her on a message board, when she was looking for Mary E. Ackert. Mary was the first wife of James Askey/Askie/Ascha. Their oldest child was William Henry, who was adopted by Platt and Angeline Palmer as Orlando William Palmer. Orlando was my great-grandfather, and the super researcher is a cousin of mine through Mary Ackert, who married again and had another family. The exact description of our relationship is half first cousin, twice removed. I really can not even say it, never mind calculate it.

My cousin and I have crossed paths in amazing ways over the years we have been in touch. I found her message board post about Mary Ackert when I was traveling for my job, and that evening, I was at a hotel very close to Cousins home. (I found that out later). Recently, Cousin ran across my blog, and sent me an e-mail. She had new information on our common relative, Mary Ackert, and a new spelling for James. Even more recently, she sent me a letter containing information on burials for some Aschas, descendents of Mary and James.

Wow, I had almost forgotten I had ancestors to research, as I worked through the information I have amassed for Papa’s family. My nose is to the grindstone again. I have a lot to learn, since I rarely do research in the east. These families lived in Columbia and Rensselaer counties, New York, Rutland and Bennington Counties, Vermont, and Berkshire County, Massachusetts. All my mother’s family is from that area, but I have researched there only in spurts.

Onward and upward, with a big boost from a kind, caring researcher!

This entry is part 49 of 60 in the series Cemeteries

Papa and I visited this cemetery in 2002. Glenn William Palmer was my second cousin.
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Edwin E. Palmer and Augusta A. (Wolf) Palmer. Edwin was my granduncle.
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Augusta L. and John G. Wolf, parents of Augusta A. (Wolf) Palmer
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This entry is part 18 of 60 in the series Cemeteries

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The “new” portion of Maple Grove is across the road from the “old” sections. The hill continues, from the top of the new section to the bottom of the old section is a considerable drop. buried part way up the hill in the new section is my grandmother’s twin sister, her husband and their son.

Hazel Sarah Palmer was a fraternal twin of my grandmother Helen Lois; they were the youngest children of O.W. Palmer and Libbie Winn.
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Also buried on the plot is their son, my mother’s cousin Edwin Brenenstuhl.
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My mother was very excited to see the photos from our journey to New York. I was sorry that by the time we were able to make the trip, she was too ill to accompany us.

This entry is part 17 of 60 in the series Cemeteries

Maple Grove is divided into “Old” and “New”. This cemetery is located within the city limits of Hoosick Falls. The old and new sections are on opposite sides of the street.

Here is a picture of the old section as it looked in the fall of 2003 when we visited.

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Through the gate, down the hill to the right we found the graves of my great-grandparents and two of their daughters who died young. Orlando William “O.W.” Palmer, 1846-1930, and his wife Libbie E. Winn, 1855-1921 have an impressive old marker on their graves. you can just see the GAR marker that was on the gravesite. My mother’s cousin was instrumental in seeing that the GAR markers were placed on graves of Civil War veterans in the cemetery.

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Just right of OW and Libbie graves is a similar double marker on the graves of their daughters. Lillian is on the left, and Nellie on the right of the headstone.
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There were stained glass windows to memorialize the children in the local Methodist church, which the family attended. I did not take photos inside the church, but I wish I had.

Helen is Found!

April 3rd, 2008 | Posted by Granny Pam in Granny's Ancestors - (0 Comments)

A couple of days ago, I noticed that a check I’d written to the Social Security Administration for the original application of one Helen Potwine, born August 28, 1891 and died in September, 1966. This was the only Helen on the SSDI at Rootsweb.com that matched the birthday of my grandmother, Helen L. Palmer, and appeared to have connections to New York and Vermont where she lived. I had also found a burial for Helen Potwine with her husband Roy, a veteran, at the Long Island National Cemetery. He was a Vermont native who died in April, 1966.

Yesterday I found the highly anticipated envelope, marked Social Security Administration, Official Business, in my mail box. I didn’t yell, I quietly carried the mail in and set it down, went downstairs and changed my load of wash, came up and divided the mail up, Papa’s on his chair, D1′s on the stairs, D3′s on the dining room table. Finally I opened it, and then I did a little dance.

It’s definitely her. Helen Lois Potwine, with Palmer written in above Lois and an arrow indicating it is her maiden name. Parents Orlando W. Palmer and Libbie Winn, born Aug 28, 1891, Hoosick Falls N.Y. Hurrah! Although I’ll never have any relationship with this grandmother, or understand her life, times, motives or actions; I am satisfied to find she had some stability in her life, and a marriage of some duration after two short ones. I hope she found happiness, and touched some other people in a positive way. But I can never know.

I do know that my Mom would be happy her mother Helen is buried in a marked grave, with a stone that memorializes her passing through this world. Mom searched for her parents on and off for years, and had purchased a stone to mark her father’s grave, when she finally found his burial place. Now the fun begins. I need to find a obituary (a kind volunteer is looking one place for me). I need to check city directories in the areas she may have lived. I need a cheap flight to New York to put flowers on that grave, if only once.

Are there any Potwine relatives out there who knew of Roy and Helen? Any friends or acquaintances of the family? I need to talk to you!

Where is Helen?

February 19th, 2008 | Posted by Granny Pam in Granny's Ancestors - (2 Comments)

Will ever find out where my maternal grandmother went, and why? Helen Lois Palmer was born in Hoosick Falls, NY on 28 August 1891. She was baptized 7 August 1892 at the Methodist church in Hoosick Falls. Helen was counted on the 1900 census with her family, including parents Orlando W. Palmer and Libbie Winn, in Hoosick Falls. She graduated from Hoosick Falls High School 21 June 1907, a year later than her twin sister, Hazel.

Helen has been delicately described to me as a kind of a black sheep, she apparently didn’t fall in line, and didn’t exactly do what her parents expected. In any event, she attended the Troy (NY) Business college, and became a bookkeeper or office worker. On the back of a grade report containing her name, which was tucked into the Orlando Palmer family bible, is a note which says: on Monday March 17, 1919 a son was born to Helen L Palmer Hill, weighting 6 pounds. Edwin Palmer, my mother’s cousin, who owns the bible, said he though it was Orlando’s handwriting. Helen had married George Gardner Hill on 3 July 1918 in Hoosick Falls.

In 1920, Helen and her son, George G. Hill, were counted in the household of her father, back in Hoosick Falls. She apparently divorced Hill within the next several years. That son, know to his family, and the world as Donald William Hill, served in the US Marine Corps between 1939 and 1941, married, and passed away on 4 April 1985 in Lake Elsinore, Riverside County, California leaving 2 daughters. I haven’t been able to find or contact them, and his wife is also deceased. Donald’s obituary is missing from the file at the funeral home, but his death record states his mother was Helen Herrington. That makes sense as the name his wife, who was the informant on the certificate, might have known his mother by.

Helen married David H. Herrington sometime before my mother was born in 1926. In 1929, Herrington, Mrs. Helen L is listed as a resident on Spring Street in the Hoosick Falls directory. In 1930, the family is listed on the census in Bennington, Bennington County Vermont:

Line 48-51, 204 River Street, dwelling 225, family 261
Harrington, David H., head, renting for $12, no radio, male, white, 38, married, first married at age 21, not in school, can read and write, born New York, father born New Jersey, mother born New York, speaks English, houseman hotel, wages, is actually employed, not a veteran.

Helen L., wife, female, white, 38, married, first married at age 26, not in school, can read and write, born New York, father born Vermont, mother born New York, speaks English, no occupation.

Marjorie H., daughter, female, white, 3, single, not in school, born New York, both parents born New York, no occupation.

Hill, Donald, step-son, male, white, 11, single, attending school, can read and write, born New York, both parents born New York, speaks English, no occupation.

On 13 March 1931, Herrington died, apparently of a massive stroke. He was 39 years old. His death certificate states the cause as Cerebral hemorrhage. He was the son of Martin L. Herrington and Catherine/Katherine/Kate Knapp, both born in NY. I have quite a bit of documented information on the Herrington family, but Martin L. is a brick wall, just like his daughter-in-law, Helen.

But Helen, darn her. She farmed my mother out to foster care, some kind of unofficial placement I really haven’t found out much about. Mom mentioned many homes, none permanent, and the one home she left in her teens, striking out on her own. A cousin thinks Helen remained in Bennington, at least for a while. She also remembers a letter, written by Donald to her father, when Helen died. But the letter went unanswered, cannot be found, and no one knows for sure when or where Helen lived and died after 1931.

There are exactly 17 women named Helen, who were born on 28 August 1891, listed in the Social Security Death Index. Of the 17, only 2 seem to have a connection with New York or Vermont. One of those, Helen Potwine, applied for her SS card in Vermont. She was the wife of a soldier named Roy Potwine and is buried with him in a military cemetery on Long Island, NY – her last residence was Essex, NJ. I’m looking for her obituary, or her husband’s, or both right now. Lacking that, I will send for her Social Security Card application to try to confirm her identy. Perhaps I can put the long mystery of Helen’s life in some kind of framework.

The sad part, the breakthrough about Helen comes after my Mom’s death last year. Mom was haunted her entire life by her abandonment at age four. Perhaps it would have given her some peace to have known even a little about her mother.