Saturday, October 31, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Apple lovers unite! This is one easy, delicious apple recipe--just right for the fall harvest and cooler weather. I have been making apple pizza since the early 1970's when my husband's mother first served it for dessert one October evening.
1 pizza pan
enough pie crust to cover the pizza pan and up the sides
any variety of cooking apple--6 TO 8 (you be the judge as to how many you like)
1 cup sugar
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon nutmeg
3/4 cup flour
1/2 cup softened butter or margarine (butter's better)
1. Prepare the pie crust and press it into the pizza pan.
2. You can use as many cooking apples as you wish, depending on how many you want to pile on your pizza. They only need to be washed, cored and cut into slices--no need to peel them. Lay them in rows in the pan and pile on some additional if you wish.
3. Combine 1/2 cup sugar, 1 teaspoon cinnamon and 1/4 teaspoon nutmeg and sprinkle over the top of the apples.
4. Combine 3/ cup flour, 1/2 cup sugar and 1/2 cup softened butter. Crumble over the top of the apples and sugar mixture.
Bake for 23 minutes in a 450 degree oven.
Want to add some cheddar cheese--it is a wonderful addition to the pizza. Remove the finished apple pizza, sprinkle some shredded cheddar on top and put it back in the oven until the cheese it melted.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
John Aiden Hughes
Son of George Henry Hughes and Sarah Margaret VanGilder
Born February 7, 1929 in Pittsburgh, Allegheny County, Pennsylvania
Died October 30, 1990 in West Bloomfield, Oakland County, Michigan
and my aunt
Barbara Ann McGoey Hughes
Daughter of Francis Regis McGoey and August Mitchell
Born August 18, 1930 in Clearfield, Clearfield County, Pennsylvania
Died June 4, 1980 in Royal Oak, Oakland County, Michigan
Monday, October 26, 2009
Hands down, my Uncle Johnnie, is the featured family member for this COG blog. John Aiden Hughes, son of George Henry Hughes and Sarah Margaret VanGilder, was my paternal uncle. Born on February 7, 1929 in Pittsburgh, Allegheny County, Pennsylvania, he was the middle child in the Hughes family.
And then there is this one taken of the 321 Army Band during his service following high school with the United States Army Special Services at Fort Meade and Fort Leavenworth between 1947 to 1948.
During these years, from 1952-1954, John was in and out. As a kid, I didn’t always know what he was “out there” doing, I was just happy to see him come in the door….I could count on that big smile, a hardy laugh and usually some uproariously funny antic.
The apocryphal family story regarding Uncle John and his music was that when he was young, he played sax with a “big band” and went on tour. Music was his passion. The end to his “playing days” came when his father told him that he had to get a “real” job. I’m sure my uncle was not in his usual good-humored frame of mind when that dictum was handed down!
I have never been able to get a decent handle on the actual years all of this took place in my uncle’s life. My guess is that he:
-Graduated from high school in 1947
-Did the stint in the U.S. Army Band to have money for college between 1947-1948
-Graduated from the University of Michigan in 1952
-Married my Aunt Barb in 1954
I believe that his “Big Band” era was after college and before the marriage, which is why I remember him coming and going from my grandparents apartment at various times of the year. I imagine that his marriage was the stimulus for his father’s comment about “getting a real job.” My uncle was accepted into the medical program at Wayne State University, Michigan and practiced neurology in Farmington Hills, Michigan.
Once I was hooked by the genealogy bug, it was of the utmost importance to nail down my Hughes family story. When talking to my Mom, Dad and Aunt Faith, the “big band” story would keep popping up. No one seemed to know any of the details, the name of the band, when he toured, etc.—only that it took place and Pop Pop put a stop to it. Unfortunately, I was not able to just ask my uncle as he was no longer alive having died in 1990 and, his first wife, my Aunt Barb in 1980.
For many years the answer was hiding behind one of those illusive genealogy brick walls. I think it was back around 2002 or 03 that I received a package in the mail one Saturday from my California cousin, Beth. In the large envelope were old photo albums. I immediately recognized one of them as being one of three that my Grandmother Hughes made for each of her children back in the mid 1960’s. What a treasure my cousin had just sent and shared with me. Not only were there some photos of ancestors, but there on one page was this photo……
Hallelujah! A photo of my Uncle John with the big band. A genealogy happy dance moment to be certain!
A google search of the band’s name, Don Glasser Orchestra, brought me good research information along with the names of the band leader and the singer, Lois Costello, who happened to be married to Don Glasser. After some noodling around the net I was able to find an address and sent them an inquiry about the band and my uncle. A very gracious Lois Costello sent me an almost immediate response which has become another valued piece of our family story.
Was my uncles musical dream deferred or more accurately, destroyed…..probably. Unfortunately since my Dad and his brother were not close, the two families lost contact for decades (a situation, I am happy to report, that this generation has corrected). I have no idea if Uncle John continued to play music while his children were growing or grown. [Cousins if you are reading this.....help me out here..... :-) ] Sadly, I have no childhood remembrance of ever hearing him play or even pratice.
Both Uncle John and his wife, Aunt Barb, were gifted musicians and their musical talent was passed on to all their children and has continued with their grandchildren. If my uncle and aunt were still alive, I know they would be gratified to see the love of music and the arts continuing through their blood line.
Whatever would I do without Google...lol
Today this was quite a find!
Don Glasser performs at West View Park, West View, Pennsylvania in 1945. I wonder if a teenage John Hughes might have gone to this concert? Or better yet, did his parents, my Grams and Pop Pop, enjoy dancing to the music of Don Glasser at the West View Danceland?
More on Don Glasser and His Orchestra:
Don Glasser on Findagrave.
Don Glasser and His Orchestra
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
These two strange looking tools once belonged to my husband's great great grandfather, Quincy LaRue Hiser. My understanding is that they are calipers. I have no idea what they are used for! I guess I have to google ;-)
Back in 1991, when Ted's father, Clarence Harold Hiser, died, and his mother was making an attempt to begin removing his belongings from the house, she asked my husband to go through his Dad's tools and take what he wanted. Ted meticulously sifted through the hundreds of items down on Clarence's workbench, chose what he wanted and brought them home in a sizeable cardboard box.
Down into the basement they went and sat for well over a decade.
A couple of years back, in a grand attempt to "clean" up the basement and in particular the laundry room which is also part of the workbench area......I found the box of old tools. Thinking "garage sale items" I brought the box upstairs to have a better look. Among the old and rusted pieces and parts were these calipers. When Ted came home from work, I asked him what in the world they were. As I turned them about in my hands, I noticed some small letters stamped near the hinges. Lo and behold...they were initials....QLH.....Quincy LaRue Hiser.
None of the items in the box made it into a gargage sale and these two calipers are now in a place of honor--on display in the antique china cabinet in the living room.
Short Bio for Quincy LaRue Hiser
Born: 17 Aug 1869
Place: Stony Ridge, Wood County, Ohio
Died: 24 Dec 1924
Place: Pond Creek, Grant County, Oklahoma
Parents: Henry Hiser and Calista Elizabeth Calkins
Married first: Florence Mabel Brown
Date: 03 Aug 1890
Place: Wood County, Ohio
Child: Leona Florence Hiser
Married second: Isabelle Smith
Date: 21 Jun 1894
Place: Bradner, Wood County, Ohio
Wanda E. Hiser
Orison Henry Hiser--Ted's great grandfather
Harry LaRue Hiser
Leo Westly Hiser
Maurice Darlington Hiser
Quincy LaRue Hiser, Jr.
Mildred Deleta Hiser
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
This is a photo postcard of my paternal great great grandmother, Ferdinande Weiss Olesen. Known as Ann by her contemporaries and as Granny Olesen by younger generations, she is shown with the Olesen family companion. This proud canine’s name has been lost to history, but was the subject of a Smile for the Camera blog done on Flipside back in the spring.
Ferdinande was the daughter of Frederick Heindrich Adolph Weiss and Ferdinande Lehman. She was born in Hamburg, Germany on 14 Nov 1855. The Weiss family immigrated to West Hartlepool, England between 1859 and 1861.
Ann was married to Christian Invart Olesen, a ships chandler and a boarder in the Weiss household, on August 3, 1874 at Christ Church in West Hartlepool, England.
I believe that this photo was taken outside their home on Bolton Street in West Hartlepool, England.
Submitted to A Festival of Postcards for the October 2009 4th Edition--4 legged quadrapeds.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
For Flipside, there was no time over the weekend to participate in SNGF, but I had to put in my ten cents worth….this is a very intriguing meme. Some I have already written about on Flipside. Some I need to get organized and put finger to keyboard in the future.
1. At the top of the list—the visit several summers ago to the Old Harner Homestead in Sabraton, West Virginia (outside of Morgantown) and actually getting inside. As I walked about the house I could just picture my paternal ggg parents, Phillip William and Sarah Fear Harner and my young gg grandmother, Sarah Harner Pool, conducting their daily routines and celebrating family events. It still brings goose bumps to my arms just thinking about it.
2. Visiting the small village of Houston, Scotland, outside Glasgow and seeing the remains of a tower from the original Houston castle. Old genealogical documentation from my paternal side lists Robert Houston of Delaware as a descendant of the Houston’s of Houston, Scotland.
3. Meeting and learning about my Hughes family when we visited Hartlepool, England in the summer of 2003. This was an unbelievable experience for my brothers and I and was made possible through the efforts of an internet friend, Heather, who lives about 15 miles away from Hartlepool. With her help, she filled in most of my UK family brick walls.
4. Attending my first VanGilder reunion at the Winfield Community Cabin, Marion County, West Virginia. This was a tremendous opportunity to meet and greet cousins and share genealogy information. My entire family attended two years in a row.
5. Discovering that the Civil War soldier in the old family tin type was my maternal great grandfather, Charles Stark. When I received a copy of his Civil War pension file I was shocked to learn that in 1890 he was declared a lunatic and incarcerated into an asylum. This prompted my husband to declare, “Why that must be where the term--Stark raving mad originated!” lol
6. The day my cousin, Karen, sent me a copy of the George Ethelbert VanGilder autograph book. He is my paternal great grandfather and the autograph book is from the mid 1880’s. There are signatures of all of his siblings, his mother and aunt. Once, when I visited Karen years back, I actually held this piece of my family history.
7. Receiving the oldest piece of my family history—a civil war letter which was written for my paternal great great grandfather, Sampson Frum Pool, by a fellow soldier. I had first heard of this letter back in the mid 1990’s. My Aunt Faith told me that she had sent it to one of my Michigan cousins to use in conjunction with a school project back in, perhaps, the 1970’s. My Pool/Poole genealogy networking family was most anxious to see this letter. Unfortunately, the letter was not to be found among my cousin’s attics and basements until one moved to a new house. The letter was mailed and the day it arrived, I opened the mailbox to see the large manila envelope was NOT sealed. With trembling hands I lifted the envelope out of the mailbox praying that the letter was still inside—it was!
8. The Columbiana County cemetery trip taken on Christmas Eve 1993. My two brothers, Mother, and my family piled into the family car and took off to visit our maternal Frederick/Cannon/Orr roots in Columbiana County, Ohio. I have often told readers of Flipside of my family’s indulging me with these far flung genealogy expeditions. Through the swirling snow we drove from cemetery to cemetery. Even now, when we gather for our Christmas holiday, there is much laughter remembering that trip and the humorous events at each stop.
9. Finding and the subsequent visit to the Old Frum Cemetery on the Kingwood Pike outside Morgantown, West Virginia. Yet another of my “far flung” genealogy trips with my family in the car. The Pool/Frum genealogists were in a “need to know” frame of mind when it came to the final resting place of this branch of our family tree. The day of “the find” took us to various front porches in Morgantown—finding new family relations and soliciting their help until we finally found the old family burial plot. This was my “Dorothy finding the Emerald City” experience. lol
10. Going out to the Ellis Island website and finding my paternal great grandparents, John George Hughes and Elizabeth Olesen Hughes, and grandfather’s, George Henry Hughes, immigration ship manifest from 1906.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
It's been a couple of months since I was doing the happy dance. Well, let me amend that....the genealogy happy dance. I was doing the summer vacation happy dance during June, July and August.
Last week I received an e-mail from someone who wanted me to have a look at their ancestry site. While I was out noodling around I somehow landed on my cousin Kent's pages. Kent is related through my maternal Grandfather Stark's family.
Kent was kind enough to send me full resolution jpg's of some of the photos for me to enlarge and explore further. Now the challenge will be identification. Are these all Stark family members or might some be from Wilhelmine's Alsace-Lorraine roots or perhaps some neighborhood family friends.
Talk about excited!!!!
When Christmas rolled around that year, I was pleased to open one box to find another inside. There was a lovely wooden shadowbox with three pocket watches and their chains gracefully hanging inside. Clarence had thoughtfully added the watch that once belonged to his father to the display.
The pocket watch box graced my dining room wall for years. When we moved to our current house over twenty years ago, the shadowbox broke in the move. The watches found a new home and are on display inside one of my bent glass china cabinets in the living room.
There was a time in the past ten years that I was looking more closely at the watches--probably trying to get additional information about them for my genealogy research--ie any initials or names....anything hidden inside......etc.
When I opened the Hiser pocket watch I found a treasure inside a treasure. Tucked inside was a small, circular cut old photograph of Ted's grandparents, Orison Henry Hiser and Eva Matilda Farschman Hiser. From their youthful faces I would ballpark it as circa 1920 or earlier.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Sunday, October 4, 2009
In 1949, my Dad, George VanGilder Hughes, signed up as a Captain in the Medical Corps of the National Guard for the additional income. He had already served with the U.S. Army in local hospitals as his payback for medical school tuition. In 1950-51 he was setting up his medical practice in the North Hills of Pittsburgh. In the fall of 1951 he received a letter from the U.S. Army stating that he was to report to the U.S. Army Medical Hosptial at Camp Carson, Colorado. Family life and his new practice suddenly were put on hold.
After my Mother's birthday on December 4, 1951, she and I traveled by train to Camp Carson to live on the Army post with my Dad and to await the arrival of my brother, Ken. We lived on post until sometime in May of 1952 and returned to our house in Pittsburgh. Dad followed a few weeks later and stayed at home for a couple of months before he was shipped to Korea.
He served as the head of an aid station on the front line for several months. He took and passed his medical boards and was immediately moved to the 121 Evacuation Hospital in Seoul, Korea as the Chief of Medical SVC. His actual time in Korea was not that long....less than one year...but for me, at age five, it seemed like an eternity.
We would wait anxiously for a letter from Dad. I always knew when they came as the envelopes had red, white and blue around the outside. Dad would always have a little drawing at the end of each letter for Ken and I. The three of us would sit together on the living room couch and Mom would read the words to us.
Dad's discharge and homecoming was cause for great celebration. Our friend and neighbor, Dr. Joseph Arthur, made a large sign which stretched across the front yard. My maternal grandmother made me a new dress and the family drove out to the airport to greet Dad upon his arrival.
Dad never spoke of Korea. There are many photos, Army documentation and only one of his letters that remain. When I interviewed him for the Veterans History Project, he had only sketchy memories of his service.
Memories faded for Dad....but his time away and his homecoming have not for me. Thanks Randy for presenting this challenge. It was good to reminisce.