Old Time Minstrel Show Paul M. Ryan Jr.

This is a program that states: "We, the members of the Gloucester Service Chest welcome you to our entertainment, an Old Time Minstrel Show, which is given for the benefit of all our own boys in the Armed Forces."  It was held on January 20 1944.  I suspect you already know where this is going, but here's what I found inside:

Dad must have been only about 16 at this time and it's gratifying to see that his End Man experiences had a long history.  Edna Handran was on the ticket committee--she's Dad's first cousin.  So far, I don't recognize other names.  But it was a neat little find.

James Coffarelli 1898-1934

I was trying to decide what to share on this blog next and noticed these two documents in my collection. I find them very interesting for a couple of different reasons. They both concern  James Coffarelli, for whom I have already had to solve a fair number of mysteries!

The Certificate of Baptism from St. Mary's Long Island City is for a child named Jacob Simeon Coffarelli sone of John and Rosa Coffarelli. Definitely your family and the birth date of July 25 1898 matches all records I have for James. It has been a huge mystery to me why the name is Jacob Simeon. It is dated June 6 1923 so we can presume he requested it as a requirement of his upcoming Catholic wedding just a few weeks later.

The Certificate of Marriage from St. Rita's certifies that James Coffarelli and Marguerite Manzelli were married June 27 1923. The documents are strikingly similar -- indeed they are produced by the same company so I imagine area churches all used the same.

They reside back to back inside a sheet protector in my notebook and I just thought you might like to see them again and take notice of a few things. Other than the child's name, his baptismal sponsors were Frank Scaretta and Margherita Nigra. I don't know if these are relatives but since James was the last of 9 children, it seems likely they may have given this honor to family friends.

Off I went to bed thinking I knew just how I was going to write the blog today. Relaxing your mind allows little brainstorms in and I had such an experience last night just as I was drfiting off. That darn Jacob Simeon was really bugging me and I was thinking about how I was going to note that the baptism certificate was produced 25 years after the event to prepare for the wedding. That means someone had to copy over and transcribe the information in the original church records.

And that's when the light when on! I am guessing that  James may have been listed in the original church records with his Italian name Giacomo--which can also be translated as Jacob! Ta-da! A perfectly reasonable hypothesis for the name on the baptismal certificate. Perhaps Simon/Simeon really was his middle name. I don't think I have anything else to help me figure that out for sure, but I am very pleased with myself that there may be an answer to that little mystery.

I slept very well after that. Now all I have to do is come up with some reason for him to have been listed as Samuel in the census records......

Homeland for Our Irish

Our Irish ancestry runs deep.  Recent family celebrations allow me to consider our immigrants and their struggles.  I have nothing to prove or disprove that our ancestors came to this continent escaping famine but it seems logical that there were significant "push and pull factors" (remember that from US History?).  Irish immigrants everywhere faced severe discrimination and I have no doubt the same held true for ours.

Our Irish immigrants were largely farmers or fishermen; livelihoods that depend upon unpredictable Mother Nature and many other factors beyond control.  I imagine that Henry Nevins' father was beyond proud that he became an attorney -- the grandson / son  of an immigrant.

I think I've talked before about our Irish surnames, but haven't talked too much about their Irish homeland.  That's mostly because I don't know too much first hand (yet) but one day I hope to.

Here are your great-grands and what I know about where they came from.  Match 'em up on the map.
Patrick Flynn's mother Ellen:  County Clare
Patrick Flynn's mother Barbara came from Munich Germany (we aren't counting her right now)
Henry Nevins' grandfather Henry born Ireland:  his mother Julia born County Meath
Caroline Brown Nevins daughter of English immigrant

William H. Ryan's father Timothy born Ireland (maybe Tipperary)
Kate Bentley Ryan's mother and father born Galway
William Pierce was born in Canada latest in a long line of Canadians (Nova Scotia)
Edith Handran Pierce's mother was born in Sligo

Patrick Flynn worked for the Pennsylvania Railroad; Henry Nevins was a well known lawyer who spawned many more in the same line of work; William H. Ryan worked in various blue collar jobs such as lunch cart keeper; William Pierce was a fisherman.

So I guess the pictures in my head when I think about those that came before us look more like these than those pretty green shamrocks.

Katherine Lessie Pinto

Katherine Lessie was the eldest daughter of Antoinette Contenta Lessie and her husband Louis (now I know Luigi).  Antoinette was your great grand aunt (sister to your great grandmother Catherine Messa).  I was working to see if I could track down a death date for Louis Lessie and ran across a possible match with someone called Luigi Lisi.  I discovered that Louis is the Americanized version of the Italian Luigi.  When I started searching for Luigi Lessie, I ran across a record for Katherine Lessie Pinto whose father was listed as Luigi Lessie and mother Antoinette from Belmont County Ohio.  Click. 

Katherine Lessie Pinto died at the age of 16 of typhoid fever-- a very sad legacy.

This is a death certificate from West Virginia and it appears that Katherine's death occurred in Wheeling West Virginia (though the certificate says Ohio).  It seems this certificate was created and signed in 1958 by the Medial Record Librarian of the Ohio Valley General Hospital.  I'm not sure of the history of this but all the information fits so I suddenly found myself with this sad story in my lap.

This certificate provides Katherine's birth date and birth location but does not provide her husband's name.  There isn't even a spot for that, which I find very strange.  Regardless, further research found that Katherine married Frank Pinto (your aunt always told me the Pintos were related) in April of 1917.

It was a very short marriage and I'll continue to look for children just in case.  Yes, a child would only add open ended records to my list, but I like to be thorough :)  Anyhow, Bam and Bam.  Birth, marriage, spouse and death all entered into the software.  But I'm still on the hunt for Luigi Lessie.

Elsie Saunders Supple 1891-1960

As I write this today, a Malaysian jet liner remains "missing" with 239 passengers.  After 3 or so months of searching, there is still no trace of this Beijing bound flight.  How is such a thing even possible in this day and age??  Recent news headlines suggest the crew was incapacitated at the time of the disappearance in March 2014.  I have no idea how they know such a thing.

Airplane disasters are statistically infrequent (we are told) yet remain a serious impediment to travel for some.  One thing we know is that they generate a fair amount of media attention and corrective measures when appropriate.

I found an interesting story involving a "non-blood" that I thought you'd find interesting as well.  Thanks to the 1960 media attention, I've been able to fill in some details related to our family's story.  As a side note, the steps I took in this research completely validate the Ancestry.com commercials about following the "shaky leaf".  If it wasn't such a tragic story, it would make a good ad.

Elsie Saunders Supple was 70 years old when she died as her plane crashed into the sea while attempting to take off from Boston's Logan airport in October 1960.  She was apparently on her way to Pennsylvania to see a grandson.  (If you're curious, Elsie is the mother-in-law  of our 1st cousin 2x removed: George Ryan grandson of Irish patriarch Timothy Ryan).

 This is one account of the crash and its aftermath.  It's a little bit graphic so be aware if you read this.  It's interesting to note that thousands of starlings suddenly took off and were sucked into the propeller driven engines causing the crash, close enough to shore that bystanders waded out to assist in the rescue.  This accident resulted in corrective measures to help insure bird related crashes could be avoided.

Furthermore, this article notes that seat design at the time may have prevented more lives from being saved.  They detached upon impact then rolled forward apparently causing some people to drown.  In my imagination, this is what happened to Elsie.  Presumably seat design was studied and adjustments were made as a result of this accident.

As tragic as it is to think about a 70 year old grandmother dying just a few feet from shore in a plane crash while on her way to see her grandson, it is gratifying to know that positive changes resulted saving future lives.  Our family indeed has been a part of the history of the country and world!