Genealogy, Music, Photography

Talula, Talula

Talula, Talula
I don’t want to lose it
It must be worth losing
If it is worth something
Talula, Talula
She’s brand new now to you
Wrapped in your papoose
Your little Fig Newton

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I spend most of the weekend doing more genealogy research. I found out two things that were interesting. Well, three, but one of them is a little tangential.

1. My great-great-great grandmother was named Tallulah. I don’t know anything about her family, because I haven’t found her maiden name. She married Henry L. Hoover, and their daughter Estelle married a Thompson, and their son Louis married my great grandma Nell Basquill.

But! Tallulah! How awesome is that? A quick Google shows that it’s a Choctaw name meaning “leaping water.” My mom said that grandma immediately identified the name as Indian, which I thought was odd. To me, it’s just an old-fashioned southern name. It’s funny how associations change over time. Here’s something interesting, though–Tallulah came from Alabama. The only Tallulah I know of is Tallulah Bankhead. She was named after her grandmother, who was from Alabama. I wonder if there’s a link there?

2. It appears as if my great-great aunt Margaret wasn’t quite as widowed as I thought. I don’t know that it was a big secret, so much as just how stories get told and how assumptions get made about them. I’d always been told that she was widowed, but I found Margaret in the 1930 census, and she was listed as divorced. At first, I thought it was an enumeration error, because my great grandma Nell was living with her at the time, and the census listed her as widowed. We know for sure that that wasn’t true. She divorced her husband, Louis, and he later remarried. So, I assumed the enumerator had mixed them up.

However! I also came across a record for Sterrett Pooser in the 1930 census, only he was living in a boarding house in Massachusetts. He was born in Georgia, so I’m fairly certain he has to be Margaret’s husband. I refuse to believe that there was more than one Sterrett Pooser in the world. Ever! So I talked to my mom, and she talked to my grandma, and apparently Margaret and Sterrett did separate before he died. God only knows what the heck he was doing in Massachusetts, though. His family were southerners.

Which brings me to my next, and tangential, point of interest.

3. Margaret’s husband’s people were, as I said, southerners–from South Carolina and Georgia. And, they were apparently slave owners. Not surprisingly, several of them were soldiers in the Confederate army. It’s not a pleasant thing to stumble across, but you have to be prepared to unearth the bad with the good, if you’re going to dig around in the past.

Meta, Photography

Not More Jolly Ranchers

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This was a “through the viewfinder” shot. You can build all sorts of contraptions for TtV photography, but I’m not that ambitious, so I just held one camera in front of the other.

My ISP recently went through a buy-out, which involved switching mail servers. I’ve been unable to send mail for awhile now, but the problem is finally fixed. If I owe you an email, I’m hoping to get caught up in the next day or so.

Cemeteries, Photography

Spring

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I don’t think I posted this one before. It was taken in Dunn Cemetery a couple of weeks ago.

Spring is definitely here. A coworker brought me some iris bulbs that have about four inches of green growth. I have to figure out what the hell to do with them. Obviously, they need to go in the ground, but I have to decide where I want to put them, because they will spread. The same coworker has some other perennials she’s going to bring me, too.

It won’t be long before I have a real, live patio garden. Hopefully, I’ll be able to keep our resident groundhog, raccoon, and Mr. Rabbit’s millions of friends and relations out of it. At least, out of the tomatoes and peppers I’m planning on planting.

It’s all very exciting and, well, springy!

On the other hand, it’s also aggravating. All that new growth means that my allergies have been a lot worse, especially this past week. My eyes have been itching, and burning and I’m sneezing like crazy.

Genealogy

Names

In my searching, I stumbled across a Walter Baskval born about 1806 in Ireland. He turned up in the 1841 Scotland census, living in Lanarkshire. He was a private in the 17th Lancers. There was a Lucinda Baskval born about 1806 listed in the same census, as well as three children with the last name of Baskoal: James, John, and William. All born in Ireland.

I don’t know that this is at all helpful in any concrete way. I have no proof that these two names are variants of Basquill (though how could they not be?), nor can I connect the names and dates to any Basquills I know about. It’s conceivable that this Walter–and that’s not a very common name in Ireland at this point in time–is Walter’s grandfather. If so, he’d be my, let’s see, great-great-great-great grandfather. He could also be my Walter’s uncle. Or he could be no relation at all, though I find that unlikely.

The real question, though, is where the heck did this variant of the name come from? I wish there were a scan of the census page available, because I’d like to see the actual handwriting. Sometimes, weird variants are due to bad transcription. Other times, they might be due to the enumerator not having a good ear. This is especially problematic if the enumeratee is illiterate or not fluent in the enumerator’s language, which is a distinct possibility in this case. Walter could well have been unable to read or write, or he may not have been very fluent in English, if Gaelic was his first language.

As for the different spelling between the parents and the children, I wonder if they were enumerated separately? The kids were pretty young (1, 4, and 5 years old), so they were certainly unable to read and write. They also may have been in the care of a neighbor or someone who didn’t know how the name was spelled. Without seeing the actual census form, it’s impossible to guess.

I also found a Peter Basguill born 1801 in County Mayo, Ireland. Peter was in the 1851 Scotland census. He was a grocer in Fort-William, Inverness. Possibly a brother of this older Walter? Possibly the father of Michael? Or, even, the grandfather of Michael? As far as I can tell, this is the only instance of this variant of the name showing up in the UK census records.

And just for fun, I tried Google. I got no hits for Baskval and Baskoal and only three for Basguill. Two were for a Martin Basguill who is buried in Pennsylvania, and the third was for a patent application.

Photography

Yesterday

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The sky was clear blue yesterday morning. In the afternoon, perfect, puffy, little clouds started to appear, marching across the sky like troops in formation. As the day wore on, the clouds got larger and puffier and denser, until there was just the occasional patch of blue showing through. As I left Staples, after (finally!) picking up ink and paper, there were crepuscular rays shining through the chinks in the clouds.

Genealogy

Manifest Markings

While searching through passenger manifests, I came across a few that puzzled me. They were for women who had been detained, and in the detained column, there were notations stating “to husband” or “to father.” What were the women detained for, and what did the “to X” notation mean? I asked Teh Google, and Teh Google directed me to the Manifest Markings website.

What a wonderful resource! In the section on alien detentions, it explains that unattended women entering the US had to have someone who would take responsibility for them. It could be a cousin, a father, a husband, or one of the various immigrant aid societies. Sometimes, the woman was released directly into that person’s custody, but other times, a telegram would be sent to the custodian, a reply received, and the woman would be released to go meet him. Customs officials just needed to know that there was someone who would take responsibility for the woman.

An annotation of “to Tel” or “to Tel $” meant that the passenger was detained because they arrived in the US without a ticket through to their final destination. The notation meant that a friend or family member had been sent a telegram requesting money, and the passenger would be detained until funds arrived. I haven’t any idea what happened if there was no one to send funds, or if the funds weren’t available. Did the passenger just get set loose at the port of entry? Or were they sent back home? Or was the shipping company held financially responsible?

Crankypantsing

Instant Review: Easter

I ran out of ink yesterday morning (yes, I have used an entire black ink cartridge since last Tuesday), so I thought I’d go buy some more. Ha! Apparently, everything closes down on Easter. Who knew?! I don’t remember Easter ever being a massive close-the-stores type of holiday, but when I got to Staples, it was closed. And then, Target was closed. Target! WTF?! Christmas, sure, and maybe Thanksgiving (though often stores like that are open in the morning), but since when did they close for Easter?

I’m gobsmacked.

Kmart was open (and packed with Target shoppers), and I looked there, but though they had a couple of Canon printers, they didn’t have Canon ink. Hrmf. Not that I was really expecting them to have my ink, but it would have been a nice surprise if they did.

But, hey, Zyrtec is now available OTC, and just in time for Spring allergies. A 30 day supply of generic is $13.99, which isn’t bad at all. I was out of Emergen-C, too, so I picked up a box of that (tangerine flavored, mmmm), some V8 juice, a filing crate, and called it a day.

And then, on my way back to my car, there was snow.

Teh Enb.

Photography

Breakfast of Champions

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Scrambled veggie eggs with cheddar stuffed into a whole wheat pita. Normally, I’d have added mushrooms, celery, broccoli, spinach, and roma tomatoes, too, but apparently this was a plain old green pepper and onion day.

The peppers, by the way, were the cheapest I’ve seen them since last summer. They must be starting to come into season somewhere. Everything else in the produce department, of course, has gone up in price.

Oh, and Ms. Lea, that is the lone, last lunch plate from your mom’s restaurant. Somehow, my mom ended up with the leftover dishes, and when it got down to one plate, she asked me if I wanted it.