Bud Darrow 1925-1951

 While uploading my graet-grandma Rosie's pictures to FamilySearch, I came across a picture of a mangled car with the caption "wreck Bud Darrow was killed in." I have no idea what could have caused a car to look like it did, but it must have been something major. 

I had a little morbid curiosity and wondered what a colorized version of this picture would look like, and fortunately there's no evidence of any gore or anything. But it seems some time had passed from when the wreck happened and the picture was taken, as the ground doesn't look disturbed. . 

That led me to wondering what might have been said in the local newspaper about the wreck. It turns out, Bud appears to have fallen asleep at the wheel somewhere between 5 and 8:30 am (pretty early to be on the road) and crashed into a tree stump. A driver in another car somehow found the wreck, and Bud was taken to a hospital, where he died that evening. 

I found an online family tree for Bud, and learned his parents were Walter Darrow (who died in 1947) and Ida (Coulson) Darrow. Ida's family was from Minnesota and Wisconsin, while Walter's side came from Pennsylvania. From what I can tell, Bud wasn't related to my great-grandmother Rosie Wagner or her huband, so he may have been a friend or acquaintance. It's sad that he survived World War II, only to die a few years later in a car accident. However he was connected to my great-grandparents, it's interesting to me that grandma Rosie felt a picture of his final car accident was important enough to remember to include it in her family photo album. 

Thank you RootsTech and FamilySearch!

 FamilySearch's annual RoosTech conference was this week, and it was awesome! There were some fantastic classes, great sales on genealogy programs and products, but my favorite thing was the new features and toosl released or announced by the big genealogy companies. One of the biggest was FamilySearch Labs, where they will be premiering beta versions of new features for the FamilySearch site. The most popular update they announced was full-text searching, where the entire text of documents in the FamilySearch library can be searched, not just the names or places that were pulled out in indexing. The databases they premiered this with is a batch of deeds and wills from across the US, and some records from Mexico. I found some really interesting looking deeds for several ancestral lines in Montana, Minnesota, and other places. But I also found a will for an ancestor that I never knew left one! That ancestor is my fourth-great-grandmother Joanna Maria Dorothea Elizabeth (Hildebrand) (Wilken) Kruger (also the winner of the longest name in my family tree award), also known as Hannah Kruger. 

I didn't find the will by searching for Hannah, I was actually searching for her daughter, Matilda (Kruger) Hammer, wife of my occasionally wayward ancestor Philip Wilhelm Hammer. Fortunately, Hannah let Matilda a portion of her belongings, which is how the full-text search picked her up. She was the mother of somewhere around 11 children between two husbands. Curiously, her will only mentions a few of them. She said she was 69 when she made out her will, which makes me wonder if she knew she was running out of time. The will is dated 17 June 1888, and was probated on 12 June 1889, almost exactly a year later. Her second husband, Henry Kruger, predeceased her seven years earlier, so he's not mentioned. Her whole estate was distributed in just one paragraph: 

"To my daughter Anna Kruger all my Personal Property, also house, furniture and all money except $15.00 Dollars to my daughter Matilda Hammer, and $15.00 Dollers to my daughter Emma Huve. Likewise I make, constitute and appoint my son William Wilken to be executor of this my last will and testament hereby revoking all former wills by me made."

And that was it. It makes me wonder why her other surviving children didn't get anything, including the son that was executor for her estate. Maybe they were already paid out of the estate, as I've seen that before. Or maybe she just had favorites. :) Either way, it blows my mind that I now have a document whose text was authored by an ancestor who was born over 200 years ago. She couldn't have written it, as it was signed with her mark rather than her signature, indicating she couldn't read and write. But still! 

I'm really excited for this new feature at FamilySearch, and can't wait to see what other discoveries this will help me find. 

Land record weirdness

 I've been looking into my Craddock side lately, thanks to that mini-vacation I mentioned that got me thinking about my ancestors who worked as miners in Montana. I knew the Craddocks were miners, but that was about it, so I set out to learn more about them. 

I found records of some land transactions made by my ancestor James E. Craddock, who lived in Victor, Ravalli County, Montana for a number of years until his death in 1917. I'd seen some articles about his son Ernest buying leases for mines in the area, still don't know much of what that was all about (there's always more to learn about how our ancestors lived!) but then I started finding some land records for his father that left me a little confused. 

In the past, when I'd seen land transactions, they seller (grantor) would be selling the plot to the buyer (grantee) for a set amount. If the amount was $1, it was usually to pass the land to a relative legally without making them pay the full value of the property. What I found for James though defies this logic. Here's the timeline (all purchases and sales were for land in Victor, Montana): 

14 April 1909 - James bought two lots of land from George and Louise Watters for $1
22 April 1909 - James sold four lots of land to A.P. Williamson for $1
18 November 1910 - James bought three lots of land from the Victor Townsite Company for $120
28 March 1911 - James bought two lots of land from John and Rosealinda East for $1
11 November 1911 - James sold land (the lots he purchased from the Victor Townsite Co) to Jennie Martin for $1
23 August 1913 - James bought one lot of land from his son William for $500
19 November 1913 - James sold the lot he bought from his son to Pleasant Davis for $1
14 February 1914 - James sold the land he bought from the Easts in 1911 back to John East (but not his wife) for $1 

This leaves me with a number of questions: 

• Who are these people he bought from and sold to? I know A.P. Williamson, as he's related to my late Grandpa Jim Crawford, but he's not a blood relation to the Craddocks that I know of. The rest of them are strangers to me. 
• Why so many land transactions for just a dollar? Especially sales of land that he paid a lot of money for. 
• Did any of the earlier transactions have anything to do with his work as a constable? He served as a constable for Corvallis Township for a few years between 1904 and 1910 or so. 

I don't think my ancestor was guilty of any wrongdoing, I'm not trying to suggest that. I just don't know what these transactions mean exactly, and why there were $1 purchases and sales between individuals who were not related in any way that I know of. Veeeeery intersting. 

A possible answer to the never answered question: Why?

We took a mini vacation to Montana recently drove up Friday morning and came home Saturday afternoon. Since we moved to Idaho two years ago, I've been really looking forward to taking my kids to Butte, showing them some of the sights that are familiar to me, like the Berkeley Pit, the home of my grandpa Unc (Clarence Morris, my great-grandma Rosie's second husband), and others. While we were there, my dad showed us some of the sites related to mining, the industry that basically brought Butte into existence and provided labor for many of its residents, including some of my ancestors. That got me wondering if I could get some details on my ancestors' work in the mines there, maybe even identifying which mine they worked in. 

Fortunately, Butte city directories helped me find exactly that! The 1939 and 1942 directories included the names of the mines that miners worked in. My maternal great-grandfather Jim Harris is listed in both directories as a miner in the Belmont Mine. 

Belmon Mine, Butte, Montana in 1927, from StoryOfButte.org.

While going through the directories, I found that Jim and Edna Harris, my great-grandparents, lived for a few years at 610 1/2 S Montana, but around 1942, they moved to 609 Silver Bow Homes. I've never heard of Silver Bow Homes, and thought it might be a housing development or maybe an apartment complex or something. I went to Newspapers.com, and found something very interesting! 

There was an article from September 1942 about how Silver Bow Homes, apparently an outfit that rented homes to customers, approved a rent schedule with a reduced rent payment for men working in industries related to the war effort. The rent included light, heat, water, cooking fuel, and electrical refrigeration. Since mining definitely qualified as war-related, this may have been what induced him and his family to move there. I've documented dozens of moves in my family history, but this is the first time I've come close to identifying a specific "why" for someone in my family tree that I never got to meet in person. I tell my clients all the time that we may never really understand the why behind what they did, so this was a fun little gold nugget to find, and a great reminder that sometimes we do get at least a possible answer to the one question that almost never gets answered. 

In Memoriam: Randall Frederick "Hoot" Gibson

 A few months ago, on March 27, 2023, my uncle Randy "Hoot" Gibson passed away. He hadn't been sick very long, only a few months, when he was diagnosed with cancer. He fought it hard, and after only a few short months, he passed away. 

In the last decade or so, my dad's family has been dealt some pretty heavy losses - my cousin Jimmy Pushard in 2011, grandma Blossom in 2013, Para Fred in 2021, and now uncle Randy. In all cases, we didn't have a funeral, though we did have a family get together of some kind, and in the case of my grandparents, we had a big family memorial over the summer last year. I get that for the Gibsons, funerals just aren't their thing, but in a way I really wish they were. They really give a chance for closure, and just that sense of everyone getting to say goodbye together. But that's just my wish. 

I have too many memories of times with uncle Randy to pick one or even a few to start with. He and his family were the only relatives we had who lived in Washington for most of my growing up years, us in Federal Way and them down in Vancouver. One of my earliest memories is celebrating Christmas at their home when I was like 5. It was fun having everyone together like that. He served in the Navy during the Vietnam War, and worked/served in Navy for quite some time afterward. I remember going to his retirement from the Navy years ago, can't remember exactly when. But it was really something to hear all these people get up and talk about how much they admired uncle Randy and enjoyed working with him. 

He and my dad were avid Seahawks fans for years, and would take trips from Montana out to Washington to go watch Seahawks games, probably at the Kingdome (the best football stadium ever, in my opinion, though that doesn't mean much coming from someone who only watched sports like three times a year). 

He was one of the most genuinely happy guys I've ever met. Every family get together I would look forward to his loud, infectious laugh, his big happy grin, and a "Hey BJ!" from him. He, my dad, and Papa Fred went on a fishing trip together every summer, and I always thought that was a wonderful thing for them to do (not that I'm super into fishing or anything, but that they found a great way to just get away and spend time together). 

He and my aunt Sandy were devout Catholics, the only ones in our family. That came in handy when I found some Catholics in our famliy tree, and needed help understanding some of the religious experiences and events in their lives. One of the things I've always admired about my dad's siblings is that, even though they were all different religions, there was nothing but love between them when they got together. Don't get me wrong, there were bumpy times and hard times, but through it all, they stuck together and worked things out in a very admirable way. 

It's still hard to think he's actually gone, since I never got a chance to see him even sick or anything. But at least I know there will come a day when I'll get to see Uncle Hoot again, and hear that familiar laugh and give him a big, back-pounding hug. Goodbye for now uncle Randy, till we meet again. 

In Memoriam: William Andrew "Bill" Berstad

Two weeks ago, my mom's only brother, William "Bill" Bergstad passed away after courageously fighting stomach cancer for the last five years. I won't say he lost his fight with cancer, because he didn't. He fought with everything he had, he never lost his faith in God despite the pain and difficulty, and we saw miracle after miracle as he kept defying expectations and assumptions. 

Uncle Bill's funeral was this past Friday, and it was really touching to see how many people came. Of course we had a lot of family there, but there were many other people that he knew from the church he led, Set Free Ministries, people he worked with, and just dozens of others he had interacted or connected with in some way. 

Most of my early memories of him are of either visiting him in Spokane, riding one of the horses he owned (it was so huge, I was terrified, but Uncle Bill was so calm and patient), him coming to my baptism when I was 8, playing with his pet chihuahua Suzie, or marveling at his physical strength. When I was about 12, my parents added on an extra car space to our garage, and had bags of cement and other materials in our driveway. I was asked to bring one bag into the garagge, and could barely move it. Uncle Bill was visiting at the time, and saw me struggling. He came over, said something like "It's ok, I've got this" and picked it up with one arm, slung it over his shoulder like it was nothing, and brought it inside. 

The times I saw him over the years, he was always nice, always smiling, laughing with people, or making them laugh. He was just an easygoing guy, kinda loud sometimes, but not in a bad way. He was just letting you know he enjoyed his life. I could tell from the pictures he shared on Facebook how much he loved his kids and grandkids. It was so weird at the celebration of his life, I kept expecting to see him walk in, throw his arm around someone and start telling a joke. It was hard seeing Aunt Carol, my mom, my grandma, my aunt, and everyone missing him so much. But I could also picture him seeing so many of our family that are already on the other side of the veil - Levi, Grandma Edna, Grandpa Tom, Grandpa Jim, not to mention all of our ancestors going back through the generations. I hope he had a good welcoming party. 

God be with you (and with us) until we meet again, Uncle Bill. 

Surnames: Wibbly wobbly, namey-wamey stuff

For those that don't know, the title of this post is taken from Doctor Who, when he explains to someone that time isn't this linear thing that always behaves properly; instead it's made of "wibbly, wobbly, timey-wimey stuff." As a genealogist, I've come to realize that surnames are never as set in stone as we'd like to believe. Variations in spelling are so commonplace, that the idea that one's family name was "always" a certain way is almost laughable. Still, I have sometimes gotten in the habit of thinking that, within certain boundaries, I'd figured out most of my family surnames and their histories, at least in recent years. I should have known better. 

When my Bergstad ancestors emigrated from Norway in 1847, the name "Bergstad," the name of the farm they lived on at the time they emigrated to the US, was a part of their emigration record, as you can see below in the entry for Sjur Johannesen Bergstad, which starts on the first line but continues on the second line.

 

 Then on the passenger list coming into the US, the image cuts off part of the name, but you can still see Bergstad there after Sjur Johannesen. 

For a long time, the next record I had of Sjur's family was the 1860 US Census, which lists them as Johnson (the Anglicized version of Johannesen), with no mention of Bergstad.

Then Sjur's son Johannes Sjursen was listed in the 1870 US Census as John Shurson, again with no mention of the Bergstad name. 

This led me to think that they dropped the Bergstad name after arriving in the US until sometime between 1870 and 1880, as Johannes Sjursen shows up in the 1880 census as John S. Bergstad. 

 

From that point on, they were Bergstads. Or that's how I thought it went, until last week. I went looking for birth or baptism records for Johannes Sjursen Bergstad's oldest children, and I actually found them! First was Sjur Johannesson, born in 1857 in Wisconsin. One of the fun things about Norwegians is the fact that they formed communities here in the US and created their own records in Norwegian - church records, newspapers, all in Norwegian. Sjur's baptism record listed his parents as Johannes Sjursen and Thorbjor Knutsdr. 

 

 

Just what I expected to find - the patronymic Sjursen surname, and no Bergstad. But then Johannes's second son Knud was born. 

In Knud's baptism record, his parents are listed as Johannes Bergstad and Thorbjor Knudsdr. No Sjursen, just Bergstad. This predates the 1860 census record, and shows the family considered and used Bergstad as a surname about a decade after getting to the US, and a couple decades before it became a permanent thing for them. It makes me wonder what they really considered their surname to be - was it the patronymic they would have used in Norway? Was it the Bergstad farm name? Or did it change depending on some internal decision or outside influence? I'll probably never know for sure, but it does serve to remind me that we really need to be open minded when looking for records of our ancestors - we really  never know what they were thinking when they did things.