I sit here typing with two Toy Poodles on my lap. (I come from a long line of animal lovers!) Where did this love come from? Until recently, I assumed this passion for animals was nurtured through childhood. Certainly that is part of it, but I was intrigued by last week’s episode of TLC’s Long Lost Family, in which a woman was introduced to her biological father. While they had before never met, father and daughter learned they had one huge thing in common – a love for animals. Both were involved with animal foundations and rescue programs, and considered animals to be a huge part of their lives. Could this love of animals be partly genetic? Continue reading
Category Archives: My Family Lines
The American Civil War, or War of the Rebellion, was a long, bloody war. Certainly many deaths were the result of combat, but just as significant is the numbers of soldiers who died due to disease. Such was the case for Alson L. Day, who was drafted into the 16th Maine on 30 September 1864. It appears that he did not actually begin his service until the beginning of the following year. What follows are letters written by Alson to his family:
24 February 1865
Camp of 16th Maine
Having a few leisure moments I will [write] a few lines to let you know where I am[.] I left Camp Distribution the 18th and arived at the Regiment the 21st, I was paid three months pay yesterday. I shall send home about twenty dollars. If you have a chance I wish yo would exchange my bounty money for green backs. I should lik[e] to know what Osgood has done about paying that note. Uncle George [Grover] went to the Hospital before they started on this last move[.] I don’t know what Hospital he is in[.] you can send me a pair of stockins by mail by puting on about six cents postage you can roll them up in a news paper or do them up snug and put a wraper around them. I don’t think of any thing more now to write so I will bid you
Alson L. Day
Please write as soon as you get this.
Can you help William Maling with his family history? Please email him at drumsir at aol dot com if you would like to collaborate! (Note: William’s great grandmother, Joanna Augusta (White) Maling, is the sister of my 3rd great grandmother, Caroline (White) Stanwood).
By William Maling
I traced our branch of the Maling family back to Nova Scotia (NS), Canada in the 1800s. I was unable to find out how and when the earliest ancestors (William and Ellen) got there or when they were born, married or died; in spite of my hiring a genealogy consultant in Halifax, NS for that specific task. No immigration records were kept until 1880 in Nova Scotia, and passenger manifests on incoming ships were far from being specific as to names or ages. Here is a summary chart, Descendants of William and Ellen Maling.
Although I have much more information on these Maling descendants in pedigree chart form, I do not include in this history the many lines of all the “cousins.” I have an unpublished Descendants of William H. Maling genealogy on, who I call, our Penobscot County Maine Malings done in classic written form by Nathan P. Maling. Continue reading
Jonathan Day was born 3 September 1820 to John and Elizabeth (Skillings) Day. He was beloved by his family. Lucy Hutchins, the granddaughter of Jonathan Day, wrote:
It was 23rd of February in the year 1851. Young Jonathan day tiptoed carefully into the newly finished room parentheses built in the southern end of the addition to the little old house.
There his Aunt Sarah Nichols with his baby daughter into his arms. Smiling into the tiny face he laid her down tenderly beside her mother, sweet Lucy Sherburne Day. Telling of it long afterward he said, “I did just as Aunt Polly (with whom he lived) told me to do.” She had said that to do that instead of handing the child back to the nurse meant that he owned her as his. And how happy he was to greet his firstborn!
In his old age he wrote as an acrostic on her name:
Feb. 23, 1908
Ere the short day was gone
My little girl was born.
My sakes! How proud we felt
And full of sweet content
Long years have passed since then.
Days weeks and months have flown,
And does this woman live?
Yes with her husband lives.
How great our mercies are
Under our Makers care.
Then let us pass our days
Considering wisdom’s ways
Homeward our steps we’ll bend
In heaven our troubles and.
Nearer to Him we’ll be,
So near to Thee.
Jonathan and Lucy had been married nearly a year. She had come in the winter of 1849-50 to visit her mother, who years after her first husband’s death, had married, second “Uncle Ira Young” and was living in the Starks neighborhood.
That was a winter of much sickness. Aunt Polly’s husband sickened and died. She herself was ill and Jonathan needed help. Lucy Sherburne came the stranger but the acquaintance quickly ripened from mutual respect and when she left it was with the promise of returning as a bride. She went down to Mount Vernon her former home and returned in late March with her sister and a “pung” load of her possessions. The going was “breaking up” that is, the hardpacked snow in the road was softening making traveling hazardous and the young women had a hard time near the end of the journey.
The sister Sarah after they were safely arrived got to laughing hysterically over their mishaps and “couldn’t stop” for a long time.
They went to their mothers and their on the 27th of March 1850 Grandpa Jonathan went to claim his bride. He had lived with Aunt Polly and her husband Uncle Wm. Sutherland since 1825, they having no children of their own took him when he was a child of five.
So now the whole care of the farm came to him and he built an addition to the old house. In the southern part of this he finished off the best room where the baby was born. Here was grandmother Lucy’s bureau, her Boston rocker and stand, etc. The bed was cleverly contrived so it could be lifted up and fastened to the wall by hooks when not in use.
There was a passageway from the old house extending the length of the addition. A door from it opened into the best room- beyond that led to the woodshed part
On the very day that little Emma was two years old another great event came to the family. A little boy was born and a happy mother gave him the name of her own father, Samuel Sherburne. He was called Sherburne, mostly abbreviated to Sherb. In later years he signed himself S. S. Day except in family letters when it was “Sherb” or perhaps “Uncle Sam”.
For the genealogist, little can compare to finding the homestead of your ancestor. And with the help of Dale Potter-Clark of the Readfield Historical Society in Maine that is exactly what we did!
First, some background:
On 24 October, 1796, John Day purchased from Benjamin Allen a portion of Lot 41, then described as Winthrop, in the County of Lincoln, Maine. Continue reading
Sarah. Abigail. “Aunt Nabby.” Lucy. Mary. Hannah. Elizabeth. These are the names of just a few of the Day family women residing as “single women” in Ipswich, Massachusetts in the 18th and early 19th centuries. They clearly did not espouse the joys of marriage as depicted in the c. 1790 picture above. What on earth would cause so many women of the Day family to remain single in an era where women could not easily support themselves, and opportunities for the unmarried female were scarce?
The obvious explanations could certainly justify a spinster or two in the family tree, but TEN? Continue reading
Jeremiah Day. Yeoman. And, apparently, cabinetmaker.
Featured on the Yale University web site is a photo of a Highboy Chest of Drawers which was attributed to Jeremiah and which stayed in the Day family for at least two hundred years. (Since the image is copyrighted, you will have to visit the Yale web site for the picture.
Yale University sent the documentation for the Highboy to Winterthur Library in Wilmington, Delaware, where it has been safely preserved. Included was a letter penned by Helen F. (Freeman) Grant, from which we learn the provenance of the Highboy. Continue reading