Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Writing Family History
On sabbatical I was able to write the first draft of a six part history of our family story through the last names of our grandparents. I am going to address each part to a different grandchild. This is a brief excerpt from the first part.
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Mika you are a Swain. Just as you know as an eight year old that you are a Braddy and a Crocker, I knew as an eight year old I was a Crocker and a Swain! My grandmother’s great-grandfather was William Swain and here is part of his story.
William Swain lived in a little Maine village called Bristol in the early 1800’s. In 1614 Captain John Smith (of Jamestown fame) explored and mapped this area. Two hundred years later when William was just ten years old a sea battle took place on the coast where he lived. Did he hear the sounds of the pounding canons, smell the gunpowder, see the ships, and listen eagerly to the stories? On Sept. 5, 1814 as the war of 1812 ended the 14 gun British ship the Boxer and the USS Enterprise engaged between Monhegan Island and Pemaquid. (You have relatives that have lived for generations in these places!) Valiant crews and officers fought on both sides, with both commanders being killed, and both being buried side-by-side in Portland. The battled ended with the capture of the British ship and the Maine coast was now free from the harassment of the Boxer.
Bristol is very near the Pemaquid Point Lighthouse which is on the Maine quarter. The roads around Bristol and the lighthouse have some interesting names of coastal families who probably once lived in the area such as Coombs, Bradley, Tibbits and Crooker (Your Papa knew people with these last names growing up). Two other road names you might be interested in are: Crocker and Cheyennes.
When “Papa Swain" was in his twenties this lighthouse was built and he would have seen its light many times! At least two of his sons were sailors and they would have known the importance of a nice bright light during a storm or when the fog hid the rocky Maine coast. How many times did “Papa Swain” walk to the shore to get away, to sit on the rocks and look at the ships? Maybe he even had a picnic by the ocean with his wife and some of his nine children!
Once me and Nana visited Bristol and went to the library and found out some interesting things. We also stopped at a cemetery and took some pictures of the grave stone where William was buried alongside his wife Diannah. His gravestone also tells us something about him. It reads:
Farewell my wife and children all,
From you a father Christ doth call,
Mourn not for me, it is vain
To call me to your sight again.
People like to put things on grave stones such as their name, when they were born and died as well as something that that they think is very important. This particular “epitaph” can be found all over New England and in many Southern cemeteries. It can even be found over a grave of a pastor who lived at the same time as our ancestor but was buried in Nebraska between Aurora and Grand Island. I wonder if “Papa Swain” thought Christ was important. I think he might have because in my office a have several pieces of paper that are the “fly leafs” of a very old family Bible. Can you guess whose names were at the very top? Yes! At the very top are the two names William and Diannah Swain. It also records that they were married on September 26, 1833 and lists other names of family members!
The library records showed that he was a tailor. Not everybody who lives on the coast is a fisherman! Sailors need cloths and somebody had to make them. So we can guess that he knew lots about cloth, fabric, sewing, measuring and what styles looked good to someone who lived in the 1800’s.
I discovered something else at the library, something that was confirmed by what are called the Federal Census Records. In the 1800’s, about every 10 years the government would send officials around to ask people questions and record their answers. They asked questions about how old they were, who was living with them where they lived, and where their father and mother were born. So for example in the census of 1860 “Papa Swain” was 46 years old, living with his wife, there were six children in the home from the ages of 24 to five. The two oldest sons were listed as sailors and “Papa Swain” was listed as a “day laborer.” Also we find that his father was from, you guessed it, Maine. We also learn from the census of 1870 that the tailor turned to another occupation in “his retirement” because there he is listed as a farmer.
They were also interested in something that we would find strange today, the race of the person. In the race column, the clerk would write a “w” if the person was white and a “b” if they were black, or an “m” for, a very old fashion word that we never say much today, mulatto. In those days a person who was mulatto had a parent or grandparent who was “black” or what we would call today as “biracial.”
What would it have been like to be identified as a black or a mulatto in Maine in the early 1800’s? You might think that every black person before the Civil War was a slave but that is not true. "Papa Swain" was not a slave, though it is very likely one of his grandparents had been one.
Sometimes free "blacks" would help slaves take the Underground Railroad through Maine to escape to Canada. Remember that I told you that two of “Papa Swain’s" sons were sailors. Actually before the Civil War 25% of the mariners in Maine were African American and some of these would help with the Underground Railroad when the railroad involved ships and sailors along the New England coast. Maybe our ancestors help on this railroad?
The Underground Railroad was not an actual railroad but a patchwork of secret routes and houses used by escaping slaves. Many where trying to get to Canada and over 30,000 people made it! Some traveled this railroad through the very area were our William Swain lived. I have even been in home that had a hidden room for these passengers in a place called Freeport, Maine!
The Federal Census records show that from the years 1820-1870, 274 communities in Maine had black citizens living as free citizens. Some towns such as Gardiner, Phippsburg, and Bristol listed 2-3% of their citizens as black. Also we know that there were “African Schools” in 1800’s at Portland, Brunswick, Warren, China and one on Malaga Island, across from Phippsburg.
There is a funny story about a well known and respected black preacher who lived at the very same time as “Papa Swain.” Once he came to speak at the First Parish Church in Brunswick and before Rev Amos Freeman began to speak two white sailors got up and left the church. The next day someone started reporting the incident by saying "A wonderful miracle took place on the hill in the great church, yesterday! God sent a colored messenger from heaven to declare His will unto the people. He sat down in the pulpit, and without opening his mouth he cast out two devils."
Monday, July 28, 2008
Reading
The following is the reading material I was able to invest in while on sabbatical. One of the “casualties” of a 24-7 pastoral life style can be reading, so I had the most marvelous time reading in various areas of personal interest these past three months. Toni and I both enjoyed and were challenged with the book Instruments in the Redeemer's Hands by Paul David Tripp and would recommend this above all the other reading we did on sabbatical.
1. The Pilgrim's Progress
2. Augustine’s, Conversion
3. Luther’s, Here I Stand
4. Jonathan Edwards’, Sinners in the hands of an angry God
5. George Whitefield’s, The Method of Grace
6. Geneva Bible 1599 by Gary DeMar
7. In the Heart of the Sea: The Tragedy of the Whaleship Essex by Nathaniel Philbrick
8. Sea of Glory: The U.S. Navel Exploring Expedition 1838-1842 by Nathaniel Philbrick
9. Instruments in the Redeemer's Hands by Paul David Tripp
10. Sacred Pathways by Gary L. Thomas
11. Soul Guide: Following Jesus by Bruce Demarest
12. The Chronicles of Narnia
13. The English Reformation by A.G. Dickens
14. The New Testament Octapla by Luther A Weigle
15. The Reformation Era by Robert D. Linder
16. Extreme Grandparenting, by Tim Kimmel
17. Silas Marner by George Eliot
18. The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett
19. The Leadership Secrets of Billy Graham, by Myra and Shelley
20. Billy Budd, Sailor by Melville Herman
21. Quiet Strength by Tony Dungy
22. The Shack by William Young
23. Various Perspectives on Teresa of Avila
24. The Dark Night of the Soul by John of the Cross
25. China, National Geographic
1. The Pilgrim's Progress
2. Augustine’s, Conversion
3. Luther’s, Here I Stand
4. Jonathan Edwards’, Sinners in the hands of an angry God
5. George Whitefield’s, The Method of Grace
6. Geneva Bible 1599 by Gary DeMar
7. In the Heart of the Sea: The Tragedy of the Whaleship Essex by Nathaniel Philbrick
8. Sea of Glory: The U.S. Navel Exploring Expedition 1838-1842 by Nathaniel Philbrick
9. Instruments in the Redeemer's Hands by Paul David Tripp
10. Sacred Pathways by Gary L. Thomas
11. Soul Guide: Following Jesus by Bruce Demarest
12. The Chronicles of Narnia
13. The English Reformation by A.G. Dickens
14. The New Testament Octapla by Luther A Weigle
15. The Reformation Era by Robert D. Linder
16. Extreme Grandparenting, by Tim Kimmel
17. Silas Marner by George Eliot
18. The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett
19. The Leadership Secrets of Billy Graham, by Myra and Shelley
20. Billy Budd, Sailor by Melville Herman
21. Quiet Strength by Tony Dungy
22. The Shack by William Young
23. Various Perspectives on Teresa of Avila
24. The Dark Night of the Soul by John of the Cross
25. China, National Geographic
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Lots of Corn
Toni and I stopped by Kearney for the weekend to help Paul take care of our grandkids while Cristine, along with a couple-a-dozen other women, climbed Quandary Peak, a “Fourteener” five miles south of Breckenridge. During our stay in June this mountain peak was the first mountain we saw each morning. Looking seemed to us better than climbing.
I had a great walk with Malachi and Benji and took this for their uncle Jon who trying to grow corn in Cheyenne to show him how it looks already in Kearney. Also I thought it was ironic to take a picture of “corny kids” in front of rows of corn.
I had a great walk with Malachi and Benji and took this for their uncle Jon who trying to grow corn in Cheyenne to show him how it looks already in Kearney. Also I thought it was ironic to take a picture of “corny kids” in front of rows of corn.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Puppy Setting
While visiting Rachel we got to puppy-set a cocker-poodle while Rachel was in class. We had a great visit. I discovered the old military road that dated back to 1854 and did some hiking. We also drove to Lawrence and enjoyed the historic old town that Quantrill’s raiders had burned during the Civil War and did my last (!) quilt store during the sabbatical. We had already visited two dozen so I had mixed feelings; something between euphoria and jubilation.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
90th Birthday
Birthday Music
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Papa Stories
I wrote 24 “Papa Stories” (darfts) for the grandkids about my life until the age of 12. Here is part of the first story.
… my first memories are not mine, but stories I have had told to me many times by my parents, aunts, uncles and grandparents. I was born at Scotts Air Force base in Belleville, Illinois and according to my parents I cost them one roll of dimes, one roll of nickels and three rolls of pennies. I was told I didn’t walk until I was 18 months old and even then I would “slip over a cigarette paper” as a toddler. Even now if one of my aunts or uncles see me they might grin and say to me “Yes sir, Sarge,” remembering a time when I was first learning to speak and how I responded to my dad who was in the Army Air Force.
My first personal memory is about a home we lived in on a military base. I remember a room and a screen door that I wanted to go through to reach a court yard that was surrounded with other homes and had a drainage ditch running through it. I also remember my mom and dad talking and my dad was standing in his military uniform. But to be honest I am never sure if it is a real memory or a false memory. Maybe it has been constructed from other peoples stories that I have overheard. That is the problem with memories they can seem so real but not always totally accurate. When I tell my stories, just remember they are my memories as I remember them and I think they are true memories. Do you have a memory from when you were very young? Do you remember some saying you parents always tell you? Have you ever asked them the story behind the saying?
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Genealogy
One of the ways the gift of time was used during the sabbatical was to do some family genealogy. My ancestor Julien Fortin was 29 when he left Normandy for New France in 1650. He spent three months at sea because of heavy winds and arrived in Quebec at summer’s end. His daughter was included in a book (1667) containing miracles attributed to the intercession of Saint Anne of the Little Cape. The account reads: “Barbe Fortin, daughter of Julien Fortin, Belle Bontaine habitant of Beaupre age of twelve years or about, attacked by a pleurisy and in danger of death, having been recommended to Saint Anne by her father and mother who made a vow and novena to her straight away received a perfect cure at the end of the novena.” Julien’s wife Genevieve Gamache, is buried this church graveyard, (Notre-Dame de BonSecours) at L"Isle. This church was started in 1770 after the English had burned the village in 1759 during the French and Indian Wars.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Hmong Convention
We attended the Hmong Convention in Denver with George and Jan Cheek. Hmongs were refugees from Southeast Asia after Vietnam and for 14 summers thousands came to Maranatha Bible Camp. At the convention Person after person came up to us and said thank-you, and that at camp they met their spouse or were saved or baptized or dedicated their life to Christ for fulltime service. Toni and I both agreed that this was one of the highlights of our sabbatical
A Danny Weekend
While at the Hmong Convention we had a wonderful traveling companion with us, our grandson Danny, making it an even more special time! His dad had asked if we would bring him with us so they could have some time together. Jon commutes from Cheyenne to Denver during this week and usually stays a night or so in Denver. So this was a perfect opportunity for dad and the grandparents!
During the convention Danny (and Papa) learned and repeatedly enjoyed the marvel of the escalator! This picture is inside a replica of the tribal huts that Hmongs use to live in before coming to the USA.
During the convention Danny (and Papa) learned and repeatedly enjoyed the marvel of the escalator! This picture is inside a replica of the tribal huts that Hmongs use to live in before coming to the USA.
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