tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33656419059545274842023-11-16T13:02:04.086-05:00A Man of FamilyThis is a true story of a long forgotten headline. It was December 1939 and Nicholas Dozenberg had been apprehended by the FBI in Oregon. He agreed to testify against Earl Browder in cooperation with the US government. Both men had been charged with passport fraud. This is a story of spies, political radicals, romance, and a few people of dubious character. This is the story of a man and his family.Jane Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13879155950213652446noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365641905954527484.post-84597819286930782062015-03-18T16:00:00.000-04:002015-03-18T16:00:40.778-04:00Wordless Wednesday: Apsit Famiy Portrait<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Andrew Apsit would have been a first cousin to Nicholas Dozenberg. Also living in the tight knit Latvian community of turn-of-the-century Boston, MA.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Geographically situated between two great empires, the Russian and German respectively, the Baltic region (collectively Lithuania, Latvia and Estonia) became a political football tossed back and forth over centuries. As previously noted, the Germans settled the area as merchants and clergymen. The Russians dominated the political turf and also settled the region.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">The Russian empire relied on seaports and industry to replenish the Tsar’s coffers. It is estimated that the pre-WWI contributions of this region totaled a combined 37.6 million rubles annually. (It is difficult to translate USD today because of the abandoned gold standard and different economic conditions). Russian interests expanded to the Far East. </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boxer_Rebellion" style="font-size: 12pt;" target="_blank">The Boxer Rebellion</a><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> (1900) in China was brought to a close in part due to a contribution of Russian troops. Continued occupation of the Manchurian providence secured an interest in trans-railways that would eventually shorten the Trans-Siberian Railroad. This was short lived. </span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span> <span style="font-size: 12pt;">Domestic unrest soon led to demonstrations. Exploited factory workers, previously starving peasants, along with </span><a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=P4EItLseN-MC&pg=PA270&lpg=PA270&dq=father+gapon+ap+euro&source=bl&ots=5-BUneHOuy&sig=B-2phXkLNwC56DpaLkkKbriegtw&hl=en&sa=X&ei=SbV_U9TyIYGzyATUp4CQDA&ved=0CE0Q6AEwBg#v=onepage&q=father%20gapon%20ap%20euro&f" style="font-size: 12pt;">Father Gapon</a><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> (an Orthodox priest appointed by Nicholas II) of St. Petersburg, marched on the Tsar’s Winter Palace, in a peaceable manner, on January 9</span><sup>th</sup><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> 1905 (<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bloody_Sunday_(1905)" target="_blank">Bloody Sunday</a>). The ensuing massacre resulted in widespread strikes throughout the city.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Russia was on the precipice of an all-out revolution. Latvian socialists had been driven underground by Russian persecution. The Riga strike of 1898 would have marked Nicholas Dozenberg’s 16</span><sup>th</sup><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> year alive – an impressionable age. Socialist political leaders and newspaper editors for </span><i style="font-size: 12pt;">Daily News</i><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> (Deenas Lapa) were deported to central Russia. </span><i style="font-size: 12pt;"><a href="http://trove.nla.gov.au/version/41832015">Mahjas Weesis</a> (1856-1910)</i><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> was left to fill the void for the paper’s thirsty peasant and rising middle class Latvian readers. German-inspired Marxism prospered in Russia under the newly organized </span><a href="https://www.marxists.org/glossary/orgs/r/u.htm" style="font-size: 12pt;">Russian Workmen’s Social-Democrat Party (RWSDP)</a><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> – an alliance between peasant and worker classes. The focus was narrow; namely the interests of Russian workmen were promoted. The party sought to export a Russian-manufactured philosophy, and did so with infamous zeal. Autonomous labor movements in Finland, the Baltics, Poland, Ukraine, Georgia and Armenia were disregarded by the RWSDP.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Political upheaval and persecution contributed to a large number of Jews and displaced Europeans immigrating to the United States. From 1904-1907, it is believed that up to 100,000 people left for the US each year. Nicholas Dozenberg was in the first wave of immigrants arriving at Ellis Island on May 16<sup>th</sup> 1904. He was 21 years old. He left behind parents, siblings and familiar surrounding. His political ideology had been forged on the frontlines of a Russian political war. Due to his thick accent, Dozenberg was documented by the porter as “Dasenberg, Nicolaj.” He traveled aboard the “<a href="http://lafayetteangel.com/2012/05/07/shipwreck-monday-ss-norge/">Norge</a>,” a passenger ship that <a href="http://home.online.no/~fndbadm/norge.htm#navi">sank only a month later</a>. (Translate the page from Danish for an account of the sinking.) It seems that Nicholas had impeccable timing. His passage across the Atlantic was one of many examples to come. Then again, charismatic people have a sense of timing and live “ahead of the curve.” And so it was for Nicholas.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">He quickly settled into the established <a href="http://goo.gl/maps/8knSS" target="_blank">Latvian community Roxbury, in Boston, MA</a>, where his older sister and brother-in-law Ernest Braunfeld had established their family. He enthusiastically joined organizers with the fledgling Communist movement. In the early years, a majority of the immigrant participants populating the labor class lacked acculturation. </span><br />
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At the age of 24, he married a young Latvian immigrant, Katherine A. Peagle, in the Trinity Lutheran Church, which still stands in Boston. Despite his Lutheran training and baptism, it is not apparent that he continued practicing his faith. In 1911, he became a Naturalized Citizen of his new homeland. I can only imagine the anticipation, a palpable zeal he must have felt for his cause, the chance to pursue his vision for a changed world that would reconize the rightful place of the labor class man.<br />
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Sources: <em>A History of Latvia</em>, by Alfred Bilmanis, copyright 1951, by Princeton University Press<br />
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Further reading on the web:<br />
<a href="https://latvianhistory.wordpress.com/2013/04/01/the-1905-revolution-in-latvia/" target="_blank">The 1905 Revolution in Latvia </a><br />
"<a href="https://archive.org/details/cu31924028368193" target="_blank">The Revolution in the Baltic Provinces of Russia" </a><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 13.5pt;">Ancestral research involves more than gathering the stark, vital statistics of a life. One’s heritage can be difficult to appreciate without a personal story or a cultural impression. And so it is with my grandfather; I know him by the formal accounts of his exploits. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nicholas_Dozenberg" target="_blank">Nicholas Augustus Ludwig Dozenberg’s</a> story began in Riga, Russia (now Latvia) in the year 1882. He is the most recent immigrant in the family and, for this fact alone, his story holds a certain fascination. I wonder what it was like growing up a multilingual lad (Lettish, Yiddish, Russian and German) in central Europe, seeing monumental medieval structures on every corner. Alas, I am separated from 19th century Russia by years, distance, language and culture – so cultivating a sense of his time and place is both an archeological and an historical dig.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 13.5pt;">In Nicholas’s time, his native land wrested itself from the shackles of centuries-old feudalism and helped turn the tide of unwelcomed foreign influence. Indeed, the entire European continent was weary of monarch rule, leading to an overthrow in the First World War. Peasants starved in the Latvian land, alongside their Russian counterparts, and threw off their indentured futures for new, untested political ideologies, namely communism and socialism. Others envisioned a more democratic form of government. It wasn’t until 1921 that the bell of sovereignty was heralded for the first time in Latvian history.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1PnmcN4Cl0t8_eCNYWgza7PyX-pgsiXTcXpcuZL4Y7Shdqs2FlcvFbs98jGDvmXshoZnSFkSRZDwkvd1uwEyr9fEnXIk6cilQsoAD5gclG-ly0dUhiWWad0lCzb3Z0wgXRqLw4c5o_6Kx/s1600/Baltic_lake_scene_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1PnmcN4Cl0t8_eCNYWgza7PyX-pgsiXTcXpcuZL4Y7Shdqs2FlcvFbs98jGDvmXshoZnSFkSRZDwkvd1uwEyr9fEnXIk6cilQsoAD5gclG-ly0dUhiWWad0lCzb3Z0wgXRqLw4c5o_6Kx/s1600/Baltic_lake_scene_2.jpg" height="207" width="320" /></a><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 13.5pt;">Latvia, a postage stamp-sized country sandwiched between Estonia and Lithuania, lies on the border of the Baltic Sea. This section of the European continent is easily overlooked from the viewpoint of the Western world. At first glance, one might presume Latvians share no difference with their Baltic sisters. This is a false assumption. Latvians, or Letts, are quite distinct. Modern Latvia includes 25,700 square miles: approximately the combined size of Massachusetts, Vermont, Connecticut and Rhode Island. The country incorporates 2,980 lakes, with marshes and bogs taking up about 7% of the total land mass. Cultivated land occupies approximately 60%, and forests 29%.</span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqWN-x1owUsCxZanIN_l9Mqmy85d1nIudQS13gW3MvAb51s5UB22mD-T9EQkbcAOo9nL24Hmlaujwy4l_LLV84rmCBJdfM4CDbm7vWBoJ-mMDITlyT877Q7-97AWEd2pctuvVkp-d5n7EM/s1600/Baltic_forestry_harvest.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqWN-x1owUsCxZanIN_l9Mqmy85d1nIudQS13gW3MvAb51s5UB22mD-T9EQkbcAOo9nL24Hmlaujwy4l_LLV84rmCBJdfM4CDbm7vWBoJ-mMDITlyT877Q7-97AWEd2pctuvVkp-d5n7EM/s1600/Baltic_forestry_harvest.jpg" height="222" width="320" /></a><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 13.5pt;">Ancient Latvia, or “Amberland,” (named for the natural Amber gathered from her shores) was a desirable possession of foreign powers, owing to its rich natural resources and strategic location. Political influences where felt from the Swedes, Scandinavians, Vikings, Poles, Russians, and, most notably, German merchants and missionaries. Renewable resources include: fish, amber, fertile agricultural land, Kuronian oak (strong timbers suitable for shipbuilding), and water sources providing hydro-electric power. Latvia prospered as an international seaport and point of entry for several large and important tributaries into the inner continent. Trade routes were established along these watery highways and were soon dominated by German entrepreneurs.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 13.5pt;">Latvian proper is bound to overbearing Russian and German neighbors. These influences have served to sharpen a unique cultural identity. Foreign domination has been integrated by contrast of the preserved native Latvian culture. The country’s true identity shows as a blending of these factors. Natives adopted naming traditions and married in closely defined and perhaps arranged relationships. It was a common practice to marry cousins to ensure a pure ethnic bloodline. The “Dainas,” serves as a testimony of their cultural solidarity. This collection is no less than 36,000 accounts of folklore, legends, song, art and other forms of ancient history recorded so that it may still be known today. Traditional Latvian song and dance festivals are community celebrations of cultural pride. </span></div>
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Latvians pushed for the right to an education taught in their native language. In the 1830s, displaced farmers were allowed to live in cities, taking up trades and working in factories stimulating the growing middle class. The industrial revolution was not far behind. Riga, the capital city, experienced rapid development. In the year 1851, there where 63 factories. 1852 ushered in the first telegraph line for shipping news. In 1862, the Polytechincal Institute for higher education was opened. The Riga-Jelava railway opened its lines in 1868. In 1872, the first iron railway bridge over the River Daugaua was completed. 1887 saw electricity made available on the commercial market. By 1889, the railway to Riga-Pskov-St Petersburg was available and in 1904 the first modern water supply was installed in Riga. These were all great accomplishments for a city that was undeveloped a century before. </div>
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The German Lutheran Church played an integral part in political wrangling. Missionaries brought Christianity to an unchurched people’s group. Throughout the 14<sup>th</sup> and 15<sup>th</sup> centuries, the Order of Teutonic Knights and the Knights of the Livonia Order acted as a de facto government, directing internal and foreign policy. It wasn’t until 1738 that, under the direction of the Moravian Brethern, pastors where trained for the purpose of shepherding native Letts. Nearly a hundred years later (1832) the church was reorganized, granting Evangelical Lutheran pastors some independence from their squires. </div>
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And so my desire to know my grandfather better has lead me to a unique glimpse into European history seen through the eyes of the Letts, a sturdy, proud peoples with an indomitable spirit. <br />
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sources: <em>A History of Latvia</em>, by Alfred Bilmanis, copyright 1951, by Princeton University Press<br />
Thanks <a class="g-profile" href="https://plus.google.com/111010194707665074014" target="_blank">+Antra Celmins</a><br />
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Putin's military forces are on border of this seaside country a threat that Latvians are not altogether unfamiliar with.</div>
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shoreline of the Baltic Sea</td></tr>
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b. Jan 1902 Latvia d. Dec 1971 Tonbridge, Kent, England<br />
(daughter of Minna Dosenberg and Ernest C Brownfield)<br />
with husband Denys Malcom Erskine<br />
b. Oct 1903 d. Dec 1966<br />
(son of Cicely Grace Quicke and Sir James Malcom Monteith Erskine)<br />
Proprietors of <a href="http://news.google.com/newspapers?nid=1243&dat=19470609&id=5ChPAAAAIBAJ&sjid=2B8EAAAAIBAJ&pg=1472,4688358" target="_blank">Eccleston Hotel</a> SW1 London England<br />
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back yard of her home in Baltimore, MD<br />
holding her pet <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dachshund" target="_blank">dachshund</a> Gretchen<br />
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Rosa Alice DeLawder (nee Glotfelty)<br />
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{pause} "<i>Capital 'L</i>,'-a-w-d-e-r." I can still hear my
grandmother Frances spelling out her last name to persons unfamiliar with
the surname. "DeLawder is <em>two</em> words," she said, always
ending the spelling with this explanation. Frances clung to the name in honor
of her beloved John and his family decades after his departure.</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">In keeping with her
Victorian upbringing, she remained faithful to her first love. I have said
"John DeLawder lived a long and prosperous life after he died in
1924," Frances never allowed his memory to fade. John was the epitome
of the knight-in-shinning-armor; or, at least he morphed into this over the
years. His thick dark
hair, blue eyes, and chiseled features where not outdone by
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">John Adam DeLawder and Rosa
Alice Glotfelty married on September 3, 1889 in Deep Creek, Garret MD. John
Lurman followed sisters Rebecca Ruth, Martha May, and brother Kingsbury. The DeLawder family settled in
nearby Washington DC, where John Adam worked in the government printing office.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Like the Davis family, the
DeLawders where middle class Americans. Both heads of households held long-term
government positions, Albert as a clerk for the Pension Department and John
Adam DeLawder as Assistant Foreman in the Printing Office.</span><br />
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High school provided an
outlet for Frances' outgoing nature and enthusiasm. At home she was expected to
be quiet and reserved. Her passion for life flourished in the public high
school she attended. She received the praises and <a href="http://www.fold3.com/image/#224946677" target="_blank">accolades</a> of her instructors.
At <a href="http://www.fold3.com/image/#83375850" target="_blank">Business High School</a><a href="http://www.fold3.com/image/#83375850"> in Washington DC</a>, she learned typewriting and stenography, she danced, played
basketball, played tennis, and swam. Her undeniable charm made her a natural
leader, being elected Vice President of the student body government. In her
senior year she competed with the <a href="http://www.fold3.com/image/#224945484" target="_blank">rifle team</a>, and <a href="http://www.fold3.com/image/#212541431" target="_blank">dabbled in the theater arts</a>.</span><br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnArZmZ-A40iL_KlART93_-REZEehQOYMCSEOutBt1TBmmhvfCbgkUpv9B8QiVhw8WZp-ND1GH1pdpedrA5x0MvBCrcdjd0JKcjNU9rMgMzl2Y4HRL_YxdvTc_MUzJlKczmQWSdl_DuUPl/s1600/Business_HS_Rifle_Team_1904_FDL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><img alt="from the Washington Post, June 4 1914" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnArZmZ-A40iL_KlART93_-REZEehQOYMCSEOutBt1TBmmhvfCbgkUpv9B8QiVhw8WZp-ND1GH1pdpedrA5x0MvBCrcdjd0JKcjNU9rMgMzl2Y4HRL_YxdvTc_MUzJlKczmQWSdl_DuUPl/s400/Business_HS_Rifle_Team_1904_FDL.jpg" height="400" title="Girls Rifle Team of Business High School Washington DC 1914" width="292" /></span></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: small;">Girls Rifle Team</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: small;">Business High School 1914</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: small;">Washington DC</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: small;">(Frances is bottom row, left)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">In that same year the Davis
family moved from <a href="http://www.fold3.com/image/#231610518" target="_blank">214 "A" St SE, Washington DC</a> to Takoma Park MD, on the outskirts of the
city. Frances' determination to graduate entailed a daily commute on the street
cars arriving home barely in time for the evening meal. Frances completed
her public schooling in <a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc114/akramer_bucket/photos%20for%20blog%20entries/FDL_graduation_1914_Business_HS.jpg" target="_blank">June 1914</a>. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Before graduation, Frances
attracted the attention of a boy. He was a prize. George, Frances' younger
brother by two years, also liked John DeLawder very much and approved of the
match. Mutual friends introduced them. John attended the <a href="http://www.fold3.com/image/#256573598" target="_blank">McKinley Manual Training School</a> across the street from Business High School in Congress Heights of Washington DC. From their
first meeting, John displayed only his best manners to the girl he intended to
court, never engaging in degrading conversation about the "weaker
sex." Frances and John shared lunch hours and so began a great love
affair. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Canoeing on the Potomac
River, walks along the towpath, and secret passions was everything a girl could
want in a boy. With John she was free from her distant father, who never tired
of believing that Frances "should have been a boy" and her somber
mother who believed that girls were "shedding their femininity."</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: small;">John Lurman DeLawder</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: small;">(1898 - 1924)</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">John graduated from
<a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc114/akramer_bucket/photos%20for%20blog%20entries/JDL_McKinley_Graduation_June_1917.jpg" target="_blank">McKinley in 1916</a> where he had studied science. He
aspired to be a bacteriologist. He found his way into the <a href="http://www.fold3.com/image/#227057051" target="_blank">Bureau of Standards</a>
(the Federal Governments first physical science research laboratory),
where he was appointed apprentice later that same year. It may have been John's abilities that landed him the position in the Bureau of Standards from instructors at his high school as implied by this note in a <a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc114/akramer_bucket/photos%20for%20blog%20entries/FBI_1918_McKinley_School.jpg" target="_blank">closed case FBI file</a>. John understood
higher education was the way up and applied himself to study with as much vigor
as he worked.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">John would spend his
weekends with his sweetheart in rural Takoma Park and travel back to the city
for weekdays. She mourned his absence those days but John could not be
persuaded to marry before he could provide for a wife and eventual children.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">The nation’s capital was
abuzz with the talk of war as the United States failed to negotiate
neutrality in the European conflict. Young John may have viewed the war
as an opportunity to advance his career. At the age of 19 years, John and close friend Francis "Fran" Clarke enlisted in the Army
at Walter Reed Hospital in Washington D.C as part of the National Guard.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">He and Clarke where
immediately sent to Long Island, NY for training at Camp Mills. They
were assigned to the Medical Corps. The two friends departed for
distant France soon after.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Will Rodgers State Park, California<br />
circa 1949<br />
looking towards the polo field</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">from my paternal grandmothers photo album (with her in the foreground)</span></div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">copyright by amanoffamily.com</div>Jane Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13879155950213652446noreply@blogger.com0Will Rogers State Beach, 15800 Pacific Coast Hwy, Pacific Palisades, CA 90272, USA34.0360963 -118.537846834.0097793 -118.5773288 34.062413299999996 -118.49836479999999tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365641905954527484.post-33666629364600224312012-09-27T21:01:00.000-04:002014-03-10T00:47:35.092-04:00Update<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Personal circumstances have kept me from writing the last few months but that will soon be remedied. <br />
<br />
I have news that the CIA library has released my grandmothers unpublished <a href="http://www.amanoffamily.com/2010/10/cia-and-grandma-frances.html" target="_blank">(lost) manuscript</a> and expect a copy of it soon. (Thank you <a href="http://www.infoprivacylaw.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Scott Hodes</a>)<br />
<br />
How did it end up in the possesion of the CIA? I hope to answer that question. <br />
<br />
Since I have at least a partial copy of one version and a nearly full copy of the another version (seemed she re-typed the story at least twice,) it will be interesting to compare the two <i>complete</i> versions.<br />
<br />
It is a grand idea to publish her work, (unpublished manuscript), at least on the internet. Then I could help to accomplish what she didn't see in her life.<br />
<br />
Rest in peace dear dear grandmother,<br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><i> <span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #134f5c;"><b> your love did not return void</b></span></span></i></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #134f5c;"><b>.</b></span></span><br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0x3UCIf_ykMxtu6YzkepF7PW1Dp7c2SBdz5nstxgbOavVVVGq6NwrAvsRJ3e7ENUVGvkq5uRfSiLjk8gU1-N5Pe6dkSA8DqfVBWIDi6E2sgG5cwZnHc-uE_FFunQdlb6e60kEy9X5H3Cj/s1600/frances.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="sent to John DeLawder in World War I" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0x3UCIf_ykMxtu6YzkepF7PW1Dp7c2SBdz5nstxgbOavVVVGq6NwrAvsRJ3e7ENUVGvkq5uRfSiLjk8gU1-N5Pe6dkSA8DqfVBWIDi6E2sgG5cwZnHc-uE_FFunQdlb6e60kEy9X5H3Cj/s640/frances.jpg" height="640" title="Mary Frances Davis studio portrait " width="374" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Frances Davis<br />
portrait she had sent to her sweetheart<br />
John DeLawder while he served in France<br />
in World War I</td></tr>
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: large;">P.S. The manuscript did arrive! Fortunately it is the first version she wrote. The CIA preserved her work. No indication how it ended up in the library but the manuscript is complete.</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%; text-align: left;">Like tracing the outline of a
shadow on the wall, so is recounting one’s family’s spiritual heritage. The
sturdy Scot-Irish identity, grounded in Presbyterianism, was passed down
generations to men who served in the capacity as missionaries, ministers,
deacons and women who demonstrated courageous acts of charity.</span></div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTg_5MNQ1geyhmmewonl3WAbjCv6gyftuWf9vB7upHZnkr2ECDQmFwDNStKBKv6C_qVbVUdqMxPX6pIGlg02Dnnzi_aEHzrOWygKgWZHM26F9wel6qAfk2368ZslPKvb8lIxzphAdkJFUM/s1600/Boyds_MD_Presb_Church_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="Pastor was James Patterson Kerr" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTg_5MNQ1geyhmmewonl3WAbjCv6gyftuWf9vB7upHZnkr2ECDQmFwDNStKBKv6C_qVbVUdqMxPX6pIGlg02Dnnzi_aEHzrOWygKgWZHM26F9wel6qAfk2368ZslPKvb8lIxzphAdkJFUM/s320/Boyds_MD_Presb_Church_edited-1.jpg" height="320" title="Boyds MD Presbyterian Church circa 1955" width="209"></a></td></tr>
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c. 1955</td></tr>
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Quakers took up the cause of racial
equality generations before civil rights came to the forefront of social
consciousness. Such was the legacy of <b><a href="http://www.ingenweb.org/inorange/familyfiles/jlindley.htm">Jonathan
Lindley</a></b> whose influence lived on in his great granddaughter and
great-great granddaughter, faithful keepers of the light.<br>
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It is evident that charity began in
the home of <b><a href="http://www.archive.org/stream/historyoflawrenc00chic#page/112/mode/1up">Henry
Presley Thornton</a></b> (1783-1865). When <b>Clorinda Coffin</b> married the
oldest son <b><a href="http://www.archive.org/stream/historyoflawrenc00chic#page/532/mode/1up">Thomas
Volney Thornton</a></b> (1810-1845), a Presbyterian by faith, she was
ex-communicated from her Quaker church and family. Sadly, their only child,
Harriet, did not survive her first year. When Clorinda was widowed in her
husband’s 38<sup>th</sup> year, it was her in-laws who provided shelter.
Following their father’s example, the Thornton men were active in their
community as church lay-leaders and financial supporters, to name a few; <b><a href="http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~conner/thorntonedmundb.pdf">Edmund
Braxton Thronton</a></b> (1856-1929), <b><a href="http://debmurray.tripod.com/indiana/indbioref-16.htm">Henry Clark
Thornton</a></b> (1852-1930) and <b><a href="http://www.usbiographies.org/biographies/read.php?369,3465">George Abram
Thornton</a></b> (1821-1854).<br>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Mother's home where I was married"<br />
1133 Lincoln Ave, Bedford, IN<br />
the property next door is the home of<br />
Edmund B Thornton<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>"Mothers home" would be the home of Mary A. Thornton (nee Braxton) and "Ed's home," would be the house for Edmund Braxton Thornton</i></span></h3>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>(written by Emma Sickles Thornton where she married Albert Hopkins Davis)</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Bedford, Indiana</i></span></div>
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Reference: <a href="http://bit.ly/KHFNd6" target="_blank">The Annals of a Family</a> p. 125<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">from autograph album of<br />
Emma Sickles Thornton Davis </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mary Caroline "Nannie" Thornton Shaw<br />
March 30, 1874<br />
Bedford, Indiana </td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><i>"Let fate do her worst, there are relics of joy,</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><i>Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy,</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><i>Which come in the night time of sorrow and care, </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><i>And bring back the features that joy used to wear, </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><i>Long, long be my heart with such memories fill'd!</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><i>Like the vase, in which roses have once been distill'd,</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><i>You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will,</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><i>But the scent of the roses will hang round it still."</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Your sister, </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Nannie Thornton </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">March 30, 1874</span></div>
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<span style="font-style: italic; line-height: 200%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 200%;"><i>I wish my grandmother Frances had told me more about her parents, Albert and Emma Davis. </i></span></h1>
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">From top left to right; Nina age 14 yrs, Albert Hopkins Davis 45 yrs, Ruth age 17 yrs, Emma age 12 yrs, Frances age 4 yrs, Emma Sickles (nee Thornton) age 41 yrs, George Easton age 2 yrs, Winifred Braxton age 5 months.</span> <br />
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<a href="http://www.archstoneapartments.com/Apartments/District_of_Columbia/Washington_DC_Area/Alban_Towers/" target="_blank">Alban Towers, Washington DC</a> </td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Just released this week the <a href="http://search.ancestry.com/search/db.aspx?dbid=2442&path=" target="_blank">1940 US Census</a> on <a href="http://ancestry.com/">Ancestry.com</a>. The Date of this entry is April 1940, Nicholas Dallant aka Dozenberg had been arrested in December 1939. Frances was alone with her young daughter with the exception of another man that had moved into the household. Humes Houston Whittlesey, USN had unprecedented access to a small child, left without her father. It is interesting to note that the name is spelled "<strong>Delant</strong>,"(versus <strong>Dallant</strong>,) perhaps intentionally, Frances could have been attempting to protecting herself and her daughter from public scrutiny or alternatively, the couple had rented the apartment with a false spelling. Nick had lived and married under the assumed name of "<strong>Dallant</strong>," for 12 years. Nicholas and Frances had lived at this Washington DC address since 1937. Later when the FBI searched the apartment records they where not able to locate this residence.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Historial Note: <a href="http://www.history.com/topics/house-un-american-activities-committee" target="_blank">HUAC hearings</a> where taking place at the time of this picture. Nicholas Dozenberg was in the custody of the US Feds at the time. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Humes Houston Whittlesey, Lt Commander, USN, retired<br />
and my mother, Alban Towers, Washington DC, 1940<br />
"Dearest Uncle Kommy" is not intended to be endering<br />
My soul weeps when I look at this picture</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New';">You can see the original image here <a href="http://interactive.ancestry.com/2442/M-T0627-00561-00570#imageId=M-T0627-00561-00571" target="_blank">1940 Census Record - Alban Towers - Washington DC</a></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Katherine "Katie" Alide Kunan (nee Dosenberg)<br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><strong>Finding Katie:</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">In the early 20th century immigrant women virtually disappeared into the records upon marriage, i.e. changing their surname. No US birth record exists, and Naturalization petitions required the man's full name and his wife's first name only. Katie Dosenberg was like so many in her generation.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Aided by cousins I learned her married name was <strong>Kunan</strong>. Thanks to John Dosenberg's step-daughter (Mildred Brough,) her picture was recovered from an ancient pile of pictures relegated to the attic. </span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><strong>Katherine "Katie" Alide Dosenberg</strong> married <strong>Andrew Kunan</strong> in 1907 in Fall River, MA (see the </span><a href="http://www.sec.state.ma.us/arc/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">MA archives site</span></a><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">). She is registered in the </span><a href="http://search.ancestry.com/iexec?htx=View&r=an&dbid=6061&iid=4301119_00238&fn=Catherine&ln=Kunnan&st=r&ssrc=pt_t8357569_p-961753946_kpidz0q3d-961753946z0q26pgz0q3d32768z0q26pgPLz0q3dpid&pid=17075148" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">1920 Census in Boston, MA</span></a><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> with her two sons; <strong>Richard</strong> (b. 1908,) and <strong>Olgart</strong> (b. 1912.) She does not appear in the 1930's census and in the 1940 census she is living with her oldest son Richard. Her husband Andrew Kunan died at the age of 35 yrs in 1915 of complications from appendicitis. It is presumed her youngest son Olgart also died before 1930. Katie was alone at the age of 29.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">She was listed in the Boston City phone directory for a number of years; 1915 (widowed,) 1916, 1920, 1934, 1940's, 1955, and 1956 living with her son Richard, a taxi driver. The two moved to Florida in 1955 where it appeared Katie died that same year. Richard died in 1967. He never married, Katie has no surviving heirs.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">In an unexpected twist Katie's name was published in the 1956 Boston directory. To my great delight her death date was found there. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Update: found the vital record in Boston</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">It sounds simple now put into a few paragraphs but this research took the course of several years. In part because the Boston city directories became available on <a href="http://ancestry.com/">Ancestry.com</a>. Katie has been found!</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My great-grandmother's house on<br />
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Nevada County Consolidated Fire Station No. 4<br />
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named in memory of the one-room school house as<br />
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A survey of the life of <b><a href="http://www.archive.org/stream/historyoflawrenc00chic#page/244/mode/2up" target="_blank">Don Henry Davis</a></b> leaves little
doubt that<b> </b>he<b> </b>had an adventurous spirit.<b> </b>Born<b> </b>October
9, 1812 to his parents <b>Wiley Oran</b> <b>Davis</b> and <b>Susan Parker
Kitchen</b>, he was known to his siblings George A., Jessie Kitchen, and Ann
Oran as “Henry.” He was a young man when his father left home on “a trip out
West,” never to return. That is, he traveled west of <b>Hartburg</b>, <b>Haywood
County, Tennessee</b>.
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In the absence of his father, Henry was about fifteen years
old when he began an apprenticeship in the saddler's trade that sustained him
for several years. After moving to Leesville, Indiana, he opened a shop and
invented the “Davis Spring Saddle,” the most comfortable saddle of its
time. Although his trade was prosperous, it was not his sole occupation.<br>
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<b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=3365641905954527484#editor/target=post;postID=2971413158108886600" target="_blank">Albert Davis</a></b> is credited for compiling the family
pedigree as he knew it in 1927, just a few years before his death. His daughter
<b>Ruth Davis Kerr</b> used his research to type a formal manuscript some years
later. It is this resource that I reference in my recounting. It has served as
the account for multiple membership applications into the <b><a href="http://www.dar.org/" target="_blank">Daughters of theAmerican Revolution</a></b>. <br>
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Documenting the pedigree back further than three generations
from Albert is murky. Davis is a common surname, and thus records into the
1700’s may be unreliable, or perhaps one or more generations immigrated. It is
reported that “<b>Absalom Davis</b>” was the father of five known sons,
Micajah, James, Gideon, Chelsey, and Cyrus. There may have been more children(daughters),
but those names have been lost in this account. There is evidence of additional
children in the on-line trees that can be found in abundance. Absalom may have
been <b>Richard Absolom Davis</b> who immigrated from Wales, most likely part
of the Scot-Irish immigration wave that has been referenced previously. If this
family immigrated in the years before the Revolutionary War they where early in
this movement. It is also believed that Macajah’s father moved from Maryland to
North Carolina. <br>
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Great picture of the natural coastline of California from my grandmother's photo ablum.<br />
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My great aunt, sister to Nicholas Dozenberg and daughter<br />
The <strong>Brownfields</strong>: mother and daughter: Minna and Meta<br />
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<strong>Wilhelmine (Minna) Braunfeld</strong> (anglonized <strong>Brownfield)</strong> nee<strong> Dosenberg</strong> <br />
born: 1880, Russia, Latvia died: 1953 Big River, Sasketchwan, Canada <br />
<strong>Meta Brownfield</strong> <br />
born: 1914 Big River, Sasketchwan, Canada died: 1997, California<br />
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One of my all-time <em>favorite</em> pics. The <strong>Brownfields</strong> where pioneer settlers of the <strong><a href="http://www.jkcc.com/brindex.html" target="_blank">Big River</a></strong> area in <a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1492243237"><strong>Sasketchwan</strong> </a><strong><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saskatchewan" target="_blank">Canada</a> </strong>(approximately 90 miles north of<strong> Prince Albert</strong>.) Fir trapping, fishing, and lumber milling where the mainstays of industry in this area. Judging from Meta's age this photo dates around 1930. <br />
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Certainly much appreciation is due to my predecessor, <strong>Joseph Francis Thornton, </strong>the last child born to <strong>George Abram Thornton</strong> and <strong>Mary Amanda Braxtan</strong>, (b. 06 June 1864, Bedford, IN), named for mothers brother and father's brother, both Union officers. His tireless commitment produced this family history book. </div>
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Published in 1940 his research was done entirely without the aid of modern technology. His efforts included collecting books, (some referenced earlier in this blog), visiting cemeteries in Indiana, Kentucky and other known parts of the country where ancestors where laid at rest. He examined court and library records in various counties and states, researched the ancient muster rolls of ancient battles, and lent his ear and pen to extended family. Contributors to his work are acknowledged as <strong>Caroline T. Woolfolk</strong>, <strong>George Davis</strong>, <strong>George Abram, Jr.,</strong> <strong>James</strong> <strong>Clay</strong>, <strong>Henry Clay Thornton</strong>, <strong>Louise Thornton MacDougal</strong>, <strong>Eddie Thornton Baylis</strong>, <strong>Paul,</strong> <strong>Henry</strong>, <strong>Frederic </strong>and <strong>Stanley</strong> <strong>Shaw</strong>, and <strong>Nina Davis Heck</strong>, <strong>Allie Braxtan Harris</strong>, her daughter, <strong>Nellie</strong>, and her son, <strong>Henry Harris</strong>, <strong>Frank </strong>and <strong>Samuel Braxtan</strong>, <strong>Alfred R.Orton</strong> (author of "The Family Tree," c. 1916). </div>
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The <strong>Braxtans</strong> met the <strong>Thorntons</strong> in the marriage of <a href="http://www.usbiographies.org/biographies/read.php?369,3465" target="_blank">George Abram Thornton</a> and <strong>Mary Amanda Braxtan</strong>. <strong>Thomas Volney Thornton</strong> and his wife <strong>Clorinda</strong> (nee <strong>Coffin</strong>) hosted the intimate family affair in his home on July 13, 1847 in <a href="http://townofpaoli.com/" target="_blank">Paoli Indiana</a>. The following day the newlyweds traveled to their new home in Bedford, IN, where they were honored with more dinners and parties to welcome the marriage.<br>
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By all accounts George had a promising future at 25 years old he landed the deputy clerk position for <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bedford,_Indiana" target="_blank">Bedford</a>, Lawrence County, IN, a year before his marriage. Upon the death the Gustavus Clark, County Clerk, George was appointed to fill his position for the remainder of the term and won formal election to the office in 1852, with re-election in 1856.<br>
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