Rainie Edwin Howard (1884-1957) Son of the Poor Orphan Boy

 Johann Gottfried Hauer (John Godfrey Howard) Family Line

Rainie Edwin Howard  (1884-1957) Son of the Poor Orphan Boy
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by Carolyn Ann Howard

I wonder if Rainie knew that he was named for his grandmother's maiden name, Raney. I'm guessing he probably did, because in the 1900 census, Rainie's father, Abraham Frank, listed his mother, Eliza Raney, as being born in Iowa. She wasn't; she was born in Indiana, but Abraham Frank was born in Iowa. His mother died shortly after that and just a few years later, his dad. He was then adopted and reared by his grandmother.

Many people give their children their mother's middle name. For example, our former Indiana governor, the late Robert Dunkerson Orr, was given his middle name, because that was his mom's maiden name. This is good news for us who work in genealogy, because it's very helpful in finding people.

In my father's research, he had reached a dead end when it came to "Frank Howard." That Frank was our Abraham Frank, Rainie's dad. I was only able to continue the family line because of the on-line tools we now have. My father had to do all his genealogical research without the use of the internet, so it's no wonder he got stuck where he did.

When I found Abraham Frank, I wasn't sure he was our guy. I try to be careful, although I still screw it up sometimes, but I didn't want to claim him until I was sure. When I saw, however, that he had named his son "Rainie," I let my guard down and added him to my tree. It makes sense that Frank's first name would be the same as his father, Abraham. And it would also make sense that Mary Ann would have taught her grandson about his mother, Eliza Jane Raney, so much so that he named his son Rainie.

Rainie Edwin Howard (Edwin is a family name as well) was born 24 Jun 1884 in Gaylor, Michigan, the third child for Abraham "Frank" and Nora Jane Moulton. That he was born in Gaylor makes no sense, as they lived in Clio, more than a 2-hour drive today. The place of birth is documented in his marriage registration, though, so I'm taking it as fact. Maybe they were passing through when Nora went into labor.

The first record I have of Rainie is the 1900 census. This census tells us that his mom, Nora, and his father, Abraham, had lost a child prior to that census, as it documented three births but only two living children. Abraham was a merchant. Rainie and his older sister, Maybelle, were "at school."

In 1901, the family got a scare as Abraham went out deer hunting and didn't come back. This is according to the Detroit Free Press dated 17 Nov 1901. Apparently a storm had come up quickly; he sought shelter inside a barn, got comfortable, and fell asleep. A huge rescue attempt was made, and he was found. In the article, he is branded as a "prominent merchant." Pretty cool.

In one of the gossip columns, it stated that A. F. Howard's wife and daughters (plural) were visiting Alma, Michigan. He only had one daughter, but so many times, the newspapers get it wrong. I looked at Maybelle's ancestry page. On further investigation, I found out that she was an accomplished musician. She was a graduate of Alma College, and she taught music in the public schools in Munising, Michigan. Many of the Howards were musically inclined, and Maybelle must have been an exceptional vocalist and pianist. After her marriage to Hugh McMillan in 1908, she gave piano lessons in her home.

Also occurring in 1908, Abraham, Nora, and Rainie moved from Munising to Owosso, Michigan. As far as I can tell, even though Maybelle was married in Owosso, she went back with her husband to Munising after the wedding. I'm unsure as to why the family moved to Owosso, but once there, they opened their business "Howard & Son, Undertakers." Rainie was 24. Their company was located inside the F. W. Pearce Furniture Store, 106 N. Washington Street.

Mortuary Science was in its infancy in 1908, but, according to the Gordon Funeral Residence web site, their founder, Glenn Gordon, in 1908, took special training and passed state boards in order to become an undertaker. Interestingly, this site also informed me that furniture stores at that time dealt with caskets. Click on photos to enlarge

From a 1908 Edition of the Owosso Times

Pearce's store at 106 N. Washington Street
Downtown Owosso, MI

Same sight, present day
Courtesy Google Maps, proper attribution given

In a 21 Apr 1908 newspaper, an unfortunate event for the family occurred. Rainie's sister Maybelle had just returned from her honeymoon, and a diamond starburst that her husband had given her for a wedding gift was stolen. I guarantee he paid good money for that piece. Other pieces stolen included a watch, chain, bracelet, and an undisclosed amount of money.

In a 24 Apr 1908 newspaper, The Owosso Times, it stated that Rainie and his father had secured the rights to to manufacture "national vaults." These vaults were air-proof and waterproof. The article listed not only Abraham as an "undertaker," but also Rainie. The vaults weighed 1,000 pounds, and they manufactured them in Owosso.

On 18 Nov 1908, Rainie married Lillian Grant, who went by "Lily." Lily was born 28 Sep 1885 to Peter Grant and Frances Josephine Britton. I was unable to find out how they met, but together, they had four children: Frances "Jane," Loraine, Rainie "Grant," and Frank Edwin.

In 1909, Rainie helped to organize the National Cooperative Burial Association in Owosso, a forerunner of today's preplanning insurance. The fee for members was to be less than ten cents per year. The average funeral at that time cost $100.

According to the Owosso Times, 12 May 1911, R. H. Howard was now Dr. Rainie Howard, as he had become one of those newfangled chiropractors, having studied at the Grand Rapids Chiropractic School. The profession was so new that Abraham himself lobbied the state lawmakers to allow it to be practiced in the state of Michigan. In this little newspaper article, we are told that Abraham and Rainie were in Mount Clements, Michigan looking for office space. Why Mount Clements? It is located about 30 miles northeast of Detroit and is today about 1-1/2 hour drive from Owosso. Rainie and family made the move in June of that year. It doesn't look like there was any "bad blood" in the family with this move. The newspapers sing of how many times they all visited each other. There may have been more opportunities for patients being closer to Detroit.

Rainie was registered as a "drugless practitioner," according to the Owosso Times, 21 Nov 1913. On his WWI draft card, he wrote in his own hand that his occupation was "registered drugless practitioner." As for his employer, and I love this, he wrote MYSELF. All caps. This draft card tells us that he was tall and stout with blue eyes and light hair. Of course he was.

Once in Mount Clements, Rainie purchased a home at 58 S. Highland. Pretty nice home. Someone has put a lot of work into it over the years.

The Rainie Howard home as is looks today
The blue one
Courtesy Google Maps with proper attribution given

Funnily enough, in the 1920 Federal Census for Mount Clements, Michigan, Rainie is listed as an agent for a steel company. I tried to find something out about that but with no luck as of now. Newspapers.com have no information on our Michigan Howards after around 1920. In the 1920 census, Lillian and the four kids were all there. The children were in school, with the exception of the youngest. Also in the 1920 census, Rainie's father, Abraham, was listed as a real estate agent in Owosso.

In 1925, Rainie's dad died. I couldn't find an obituary but Ancestry does provide the death certificate. He died of heart failure. On the death certificate, Rainie is the informant. He spelled his grandmother's last name the same as his first name, Rainie. That makes sense. Eliza Jane Raney's own husband probably didn't know how to spell Raney. Abraham's death certificate says "Detroit." However, on his Find-A-Grave Memorial, it is stated that Abraham died at Mount Chimbu, Papua, New Guinea. Was he trying to climb a mountain? I'm doubtful. I reached out to the person who posted this but have not heard back. On his death certificate, the doctor stated he had been suffering with this condition for 10 days, and that he had been attending him for several years. I'm not sure someone in the midst of heart failure would be a good candidate for a trip to New Guinea. And, because he died in Detroit and not at home in Owosso, it makes me believe he was staying with Rainie in nearby Mount Clemens, who took him to the hospital in Detroit.

In the 1930 United States Federal Census, Rainie, Nora and the kids were all still together at 58 S. Highland. Their oldest, Jane, is 20 and teaching in the public schools. Rainie is employed as a real estate agent. I wonder what happened to all the undertaking and chiropractic stuff. Maybe the undertaking was just something he did with his dad. Abraham was also a real estate agent in the end, and both men made good livings from this profession.

Rainie lost his mom 22 Sep 1937 in their home, actually. She had moved back to Munising from Owosso after Abraham died. I imagine her health started failing, and her son moved her into his home in Mount Clemens. Rainie's sister, Maybelle, died the next year in April, having been ill for about one year. She was only 54.

In the 1940 census, nothing has changed, except all the children are gone now save for the oldest, Jane. We see here that Rainie completed four years of college.

By the time we get to the 1950 census records, I feel like I know very little about Rainie. What colleges did he go to? We know Grand Rapids, but what else? Why did he move with his family to Mount Clemens, away from his parents? Did chiropractic work not suit him? He's 66 at the time of the census and still working 40 hours a week in the real estate office. I don't know much more than that. He died 15 Apr 1957 at the age of 72. Rainie's wife, Lily, lived all the way to 97. She died 13 Dec 1982 in Long Beach, California. I haven't done the research, but I have a feeling her daughter, Jane, was involved in her move to California.

I was thrilled to find Abraham Frank Howard and also thrilled that he lived a prosperous life. I wish, though, I knew more. My cousin, Greg, and I were talking about a trip to Michigan to do genealogical research. I want to. That's one reason I wanted an RV. And now I have one, a nice one, but I have nothing yet to pull it with so...

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William B. Van Buren (1863-1943) Teamster

Johann Gottfried Hauer (John Godfrey Howard) Family Line

William B. Van Buren (1863-1843) Teamster
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by Carolyn Ann Howard

William B. Van Buren. He's pretty far away from me in my family line; my 2nd cousin 3x removed. But I don't want to just research Howards, and Van Buren is a fine name. He has this name because his mother, Lydia "Catherine" Howard, sometimes spelled with a "K," married John Van Buren in or around 1850. Catherine was the granddaughter of our patriarch, my 4th great-grandfather, John Godfrey Howard. Click on photos to enlarge

Early Postcard of Warsaw, N.Y.
Courtesy of Wikipedia Commons, public domain

William B. Van Buren was born 12 Jun 1863 in Middlebury, New York. In the household besides his parents were sister Cynthia, brother Charles, and sister Olive. In the 1870 census, he is with his parents in Middlebury along with his brothers and sisters, Cynthia, Charles, Olive, and younger brother Frank, who was born in 1869. By the 1880 census, it was just William and his younger brother along with two cousins, Henry and Charles. These were Seth Howard's boys, who was Catherine's brother. I don't know why they're there, but Seth's entire family was disrupted in the 1880 census, and he's in Michigan with another woman at that time.

William went by "Willie" as a child, according to the census records, so we'll call him Will. He married his 2nd cousin, Flora Howard, in 1882. Her father was Jacob Howard, who was Will's grandfather. If that doesn't create a feedback loop in your family tree, I don't know what will. They were just 3 years apart in age. When they married, she was 15 and he was 18. No shame, no foul, though. The couple stayed in Warsaw, New York, close to Will's family. Flora, at the time of their marriage, had been living in Rochester with her mom, about an hour's drive away today.

The young couple had four children prior to the 1900 Warsaw, NY census: William, born 1883; Katherine, who went by "Kittie," born 1885; Raymond, born 1887; and Flora Macey, born 1891. In the 1900 census, the Van Buren's are all together, Will and wife Flora along with their four children. Also living with them at that time was Flora's sister, on this census listed as Alida Howard. Other sources have her name as Lida and Lydia. There is also a border, Martin Gell. Will's daughter, Kittie, married a Martin Gell. However, this Martin is 15 years her senior. He may have been an uncle, but I don't know, as I didn't research the Gells.

Kittie firstly married Clayton Parmenter in 1907. By the time of the 1910 Warsaw, NY Federal Census, Kittie was already widowed with two young children, Kenneth and Clayton. She and the boys were with her father and mother, Will and Flora, along with her three brothers.

Our subject, Will Howard, Sr., was listed as a teamster in this 1910 census, as would be done the rest of his working days. The eldest son, Will, Jr., was 27 and a machinist for "elevator works." Son Raymond was 22 and a painter at "elevator works." Their youngest, 18-year-old Flora, no doubt named after her mom, was a laundress who worked "in laundry." Their daughter, the newly widowed Kittie Parmenter, was 25. Her occupation was listed as "none," but with a 5-year-old (Kenneth) and a newborn, (Clayton), we all know what her occupation was. I do not know how her husband died, but the newborn Clayton was born after his father's death in 1909 and is named after his father. The elder Clayton Parmenter, Kittie's first husband, is buried with his parents in West Middlebury Cemetery in Middlebury, New York.

The next record is the New York State Census for 1915. It is interesting. Firstly, we have William listed as "head" and as a teamster. His wife was next. There's no different family numbers or house numbers, it's all smooshed together, so perhaps there were more people in that same home? Their son, William was next in line and was also listed as "head." He was still a machinist. His wife was on the next line, Margaret. After Margaret was Katherine Gell, who is listed as a boarder. This Katherine Gell is William's sister, Kittie. After her husband, Clayton Parmenter, died, she remarried Martin Gell 18 Dec 1911, in Ontario, Canada. And now, she was there, not with her husband, but with her brother. Kittie had four children by then, two with Mr. Parmenter and two with Mr. Gell. This census, however, incorrectly had Kenneth Clayton's last name as "Gell." Her two new babies are Stanley and Evelyn. I don't know what's going on with Kittie and Mr. Gell, but it could be as innocent as he was working somewhere out of the city at the time the enumerator came by.

After this, tragedy struck the Van Buren family. I don't know what it is like to lose a child, and I never want to know. The Van Buren family lost three of their four. Firstly Flora Macey died from gastritis, 03 Apr 1912. Will's son, his namesake, died 31 Jul 1917, and I don't know why. He may have lost his life in World War I. He was buried in Warsaw Cemetery. Then Kittie died 14 Oct 1919. Her obituary doesn't say why, just that she died at her parents home. How heartbroken Will and Flora must have been, and I'm certain they never got over any of this. 

In the 1920 census, Will and Flora were still in Warsaw with two of their grandchildren, Kenneth and Clayton Parmenter. The other two grandchildren were in Warsaw, too, but they lived with their father. Will and Flora's only living child, Raymond, was also in Warsaw, living with his wife and family.

In the 1925 New York State Census, Will and Flora are still making it. Will was 61 years old and was still working as a Teamster. Flora was 58. They have three grandchildren living with them now. Their oldest grandson, aged 20, has changed his name from Kenneth Parmenter to Kenneth Van Buren. It might be that his grandparents adopted him or that he changed his name in homage to them. He was a chauffeur! Next is 16-year-old Clayton Parmenter, who was named after his father. Notice that Clayton kept his correct last name. He was listed as a farmer. And surprise! Evelyn Gell, the 10-year-old daughter of Kittie and Martin (Matt) Gell was also living with her grandparents. 

Flora died 25 Feb 1929 at the age of 62, leaving Will all alone on the 1930 census. He wasn't really alone, as he lived with William and Linda Conkle as a "hired man" whose occupation was "none." William Conkle was a farm laborer on a general farm. Will's son, Raymond, was just a few pages away from his dad in this census, so he wasn't far. Raymond was a laborer at a "milk fonderry company."

And finally, sometime before 1935, Will moved in with son Raymond and his family. In the 1940 census, we learn that Will had an 8th grade education and his son, 7th. Raymond was a farmer at "operator," working on his own account. Good for Raymond! 

Will died 10 Mar 1943 at the Wyoming County Community Hospital.

I'm very disappointed Ancestry didn't have more records for the Van Buren family. It would be nice to have seen a better picture of their lives together. I'll keep checking in with the family from time to time to make sure no new information has been added.

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Mom's "Red Noodles" and Other Nonsense

Growing Up with a Preacher Man

Rev. William "Lester" Howard (1929-2021)
Mary Eulalie McLean Howard (1933-2021)

Mom's "Red Noodles" and Other Nonsense
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by Carolyn Ann Howard
This post was updated December 31, 2022

My mother hated to cook, and she didn't keep it a secret from anyone, either. For evening dinner, we had a seemingly rotating schedule of Kentucky Fried Chicken, Banquet Entrees, meatloaf, vegetable soup, ham and beans, and pot roast. They were always delicious, even if she did hate making them. Mom also hated Sundays. Everything about Sundays. Is it because she was married to a pastor? I'm not sure what it was about Sunday that she couldn't stand, but, after she started to work at the Monticello Day Care Center, she decided she was never again going to cook a Sunday evening meal. One Sunday evening, however, Mom cooked up a mess of macaroni, to which she added salt, butter and tomato sauce. It was delicious.

I quickly learned how to do this on my own, and I believe that was the final death knell for Sunday evening dinner. I'm not sure when I began doing a lot of my own cooking, but I was 11 years old when I started counting calories. I was an overweight child. My mom made fun of me for it yet continued to buy sugary sweets. We never suffered from not having a doughnut in the house. I started counting calories and working out in 6th grade, and it worked. I lost the weight. But eating right? No, not until much later in life. Mom didn't keep vegetables in the house aside from canned corn, green beans, peas, and carrots.

Funny how things are handed down from mother to daughter when you think about it, especially, I think, after your mom has passed. I made macaroni and tomato sauce for myself many times as a child and as an adult. And then, when my daughter was born, I started making them for her. In fact, it was she who coined the term "red noodles." Why we didn't call it "red macaroni," I don't know, except it doesn't roll off the tongue the way red noodles does. When my daughter was little, mom's red noodle recipe morphed into those little pasta wagon wheels or whatever pasta her granddaughter wanted that day.

Something else I learned, not from my mom but from the day care center cook, was "butter bread." This was two slices of white bread with margarine spread evenly from crust to crust on one of the slices. Then put on the other slice to make a sandwich and cut into quarters. My daughter called it "butter bread," another staple of my childhood and hers. Its okay, though. She has grown up to become a healthy veg-heavy private chef. The butter bread didn't do any lasting damage.

When I was growing up, we didn't have a microwave oven, as they hadn't been invented yet, but I loved TV dinners. The food was contained in an aluminum rectangle with dividers to keep everything separated, wrapped with foil on top. To heat the food, it had to be put into the oven. I eventually learned to make mashed potatoes for myself from a box and Banquet Foods came up with "boiling bags." Their Salisbury steak or turkey with dressing were packaged in plastic bags. The instructions were to drop the bag into boiling water for about 5 minutes. Couple that with boxed mashed potatoes and boom! Instant TV dinner! No vegetables needed! My pocket calorie counting book didn't come with nutrition info, by the way, just calorie information.

Something else I learned to do as a child, and I have no idea how, but perhaps from the Betty Crocker cookbook my mom had. I loved chipped corn beef on toast. And so I would make that for dinner sometimes - or lunch. Both my parents worked and I had to fend for myself quite a lot. After Food Network came onto the scene, I learned that what I was making was a roux. Fancy!

That's the thing about the Betty Crocker cookbook and the cooking shows on TV in the 1960s. They assumed you had already learned the basics of cooking from your mother. I hadn't. That I learned to make a roux as a child still boggles my mind to this day. I have also learned from that basic roux, I can make gravy and bechamel for mac-n-cheese! 

When I married my first husband, I decided I was going to cook every meal every day. As an example of my poor cooking, I would put pork chops covered in flour into cold oil. Then I would put a lid on the pan and slowly heat everything up until the "juices ran clear." The flour never stuck to the meat, and I am positive that they were awful. But my husband and I would eat everything I made.  Oh, he made fun of me mercilessly in front of his family, but he never complained at home. This was in the 1980s, and we still didn't have Food Network. I didn't realize that I just needed to learn some basics. Now I know how to properly dredge meat and that it needs to be put it into hot oil and no lid!!!

I didn't inherit my mother's gifts for art. She was very good with colors, I'm not. She was so talented in painting things; decorative art is what she called it. I can draw a stick figure pretty good. She knew exactly what items of clothing go together. I'm better at it now. I inherited very few of Mom's good qualities, but my daughter inherited them all. She can paint and draw and do all the things my Mom was talented with doing. She's fabulous with hair and make-up and clothes, just like my mom. She’s also great at sewing, again, just like Mom. But unlike Mom, my daughter loves to cook. She can make the most complicated dishes. She can Guy's Grocery Games anything that's in the kitchen. She can make pasta and biscuits and cornbread from scratch, from memory, and without measuring anything, and they are all to die for. She can get anyone to eat their vegetables.  And something else she's good at, too. She can make red noodles.

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Nelson Isaiah Howard (1843-1929)

 Johann Gottfried Hauer (John Godfrey Howard) Family Line

Nelson Isaiah Howard (1843-1929) A Really Nice Guy Who Knew What He Wanted
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by Carolyn Ann Howard

Nelson Isaiah Howard was born 01 Feb 1843 in Middlebury, New York, a great-grandson of John Godfrey Howard, the Hessian soldier who came to the U.S. from Germany to fight in the Revolutionary War.  He was the second eldest to his parents Nelson Jacob Howard and Catherine Cornelia Mickel. 

The first census that Nelson appeared in is the 1850 census, when he was six years old. The family was still in Middlebury at this time. Nelson's father was a farmer and his real estate value was $1900. That's a pretty good number! The three oldest children, Phillip, 8; Nelson, 6; and Angenette, 5 had all attended school within the year. In 1860, however, the family was in Scioto Township, Jackson County, Ohio. Nelson's dad was still a farmer. His real estate was worth $1200 and his personal estate, $300. The eldest, Phillip, was a laborer. Neither Phillip or Nelson were in school, but this census does not have an occupation for Nelson. All the other children are in school, though, and everyone can read and write.

The Civil War soon broke out after this census, and Nelson enlisted 04 Aug 1862 as part of the 1st Ohio Light Artillery, Company L. He was a little late to the game, however, as this company's original muster date was 08 Oct 1861.  He would join his fellow soldiers at Alexandria, Virginia. As such, he would participate in 9 battles with his company, including the Battle of Gettysburg. Nelson, along with the entire company, mustered out 04 Jul 1865 in Columbus, Ohio. Later in Nelson's life, according to newspaper articles, his grandchildren would visit the sites of the battles where their grandfather had fought.

During his time in the Civil War, he lost a brother and sister - Emma Jane, 7, and William, 14. I checked every single person's Ancestry tree to see if I could possibly find a source for at least Emma's place of death. Every single person has her dying at Arvada, Colorado, and no one has any documentation for this available on Ancestry. Wikitree also has nothing. I checked all my newspaper sources and came up empty handed. Emma died 02 Apr 1863. Her brother died just two days later. According to Wikipedia, Arvada is the first place gold was found in the Rocky Mountain region. The Territory of Colorado was formed 28 Feb 1861.

I have failed to find marriage records for Nelson or his bride Frances Ellen Folin, except for the 1900 census which listed them as being married for 32 years. That puts their marriage year as 1868, the year their eldest, William Forrest, was born.

In the 1870 census, the couple are still in Ohio with their two children, William, 2, and Emily, 6 months. Nelson is listed as a farm laborer, something I'm sure he wasn't content with.  The value of his real estate is left blank, and his net worth is $100. He may have received housing as part of his compensation. This census shows him correctly as being born in New York. His wife and 2 children were all born in Ohio. I thought, at first, that perhaps Nelson worked on his father's farm. On double-checking, however, his father and mother are in Prairie Creek, Illinois in 1870. The value of his father's real estate is also blank, but his personal worth was $500.

By the time the couple's third son, Ovid Albert was born in 1872, Nelson and his wife were in Waterville, Kansas. This son soon died, unfortunately. Their next child was James Otto, who was born 18 Feb 1874. On the 1875 Kansas State Census, Nelson was still listed as a farm laborer with both real estate and personal property values left blank. His wife and three children were also with him as was another farm laborer, Leroy Field.

Finally, in the 1880 census, it looks like Nelson was on his way to the bigtime. He wasn't in Waterville anymore but 300 miles to the west in Grant County, Kansas. The census listed him as "farmer," not laborer or farm laborer. This census doesn't tell us whether he owned land or how much he was worth, though, so we can't be for sure just by looking at the record. His wife was with him, and his four children: William, Emma, James, and Harry. The oldest three were all in school. Harry was only 2. I think it's interesting that the census enumerator, when listing Ohio as the birthplace of everyone except Nelson, he simply put "O."

Nelson's parents and a sister, in the 1880 census, were no longer in Prairie Creek, Illinois, but now were in their son's old stomping ground of Waterville, Kansas! The checkmark notating sick is next to his dad's name. On this census page, 12 people are marked as sick. Their daughter, Nelson's sister, 32-year-old Frances was listed as "at home."

In the Clyde Herald newspaper dated 06 Jul 1892, it stated that Nelson had begun receiving a pension for $12 a month with $200 back pay. The article stated that he had to wait for it for quite a while, but in his good humor, he also stated that it came at a good time.

Our next document is the 1895 Kansas State Census, dated 01 March. In this census, Nelson is listed as a farmer, along with his wife and five of his eight living children: Harry, Oscar, Grace, Earl, and Herbert. And then heartbreak struck the family. Nelson accidentally turned a lamp over and burned his house down. Everything that was downstairs inside the house was saved but nothing from the second story. He did receive an insurance settlement for this from "The German Insurance Company," and he promptly built a new house.

 In 1897, Nelson's mom died. His father followed in 1899. His father's obit stated that he had "lived on the farm where he died 28 years." That means, Nelson's parents moved to Waterville in 1871, so that checks out. The senior Nelson's obit states that he was, "kind to his neighbors, honest in his dealings, and believed in a true and living God."

Back to Nelson, Jr., in the 1900 census, we get the answer we were looking for. Nelson owns his own farm. It's mortgaged, but its his. Along with Nelson is his wife, who has had 10 births with 8 living children. That is correct. Living with them are their sons, Harry, Oscar, Earl, and Herbert. The two older boys are listed as farm laborers. The younger two are listed "at school."

In the 1905 Kansas State Census, Nelson is now 62 and still owed on his mortgage for the farm. This census doesn't give us much information, basically a list of who lived in the home and their ages. In Nelson's home are his wife, who is now 59 and two of his sons, Earl, 19, and Herbert, 15.

In the 1910 Federal Census, Nelson is no longer in Grant County, Kansas, but in the city of Clyde, Kansas in Cloud County.  Listed with him are his wife and son, Herbert, along with his daughter-in-law, 19-year-old May. Nelson was a farmer on a "general farm" on his own account. No mortgage this time, but it states he "rented" his "house," not a farm. His son's occupation is that of a farmer on a farm. The Clyde Voice Republican newspaper gives us the reason for this confusing detail. Nelson and his family have moved from the farm! In the 24 Feb 1910 edition, the newspaper tells us that Nelson has moved to town and is renting a house! I'm wondering if they did this so that they could have electricity and/or telephone service. In listening to my great granduncle's interview, he talked about how much easier their lives were after getting electricity.

In the 1915 Kansas State Census, it is Nelson and his Frances, along with just their daughter-in-law, May, and her son Gerald. Herbert is not there and later documents list him as divorced. I haven't been able to find much out about May, but she continued to live with her father- and mother-in-law after her divorce. They are still in Clyde, and this census tells us that he owned his house free and clear.

In the last census record for Nelson in 1920, it is Nelson, 76, with his wife Frances, 72. His occupation is "none." May is gone, but their grandson Charles remained. He was 9. It would be Charles who would order Nelson's military stone after Nelson's death in 1929.

I was unsuccessful in finding an obit for Nelson Isaiah, but I peeked at my cousin Glenn's tree, and he appears to have been in pretty bad shape health-wise at the end with poor eyesight and hearing as well as pain. But his life was good. Newspaper articles show him visiting all manner of family, especially his son William Forrest, who lived in Pocatello, Idaho. It also showed all manner of family visiting him. He was generous, having once taken a bushel of corn to the newspaper editor's office and volunteering when others needed help. I also think it speaks volumes about a man who worked his way up to owning his own farm. He knew what he wanted, and he made it happen.

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Seth C. Howard, An "Intemps" from New York (1836-1908)

 Johann Gottfried Hauer (John Godfrey Howard) Family Line

Seth C, Howard (1836-1908)
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by Carolyn Ann Howard

Seth Howard was a grandson of John Godfrey Howard, the Hessian soldier who came to the U.S. from Germany to fight in the Revolutionary War.  He was the son of Jacob Howard and Mary J. "Polly" Covell. The "C" in Seth's middle name might be Covell, but I am not certain. Seth is my 1st cousin, four times removed.

I became interested in Seth because of a document that Ancestry showed me, and that was the "New York Census of Inmates in Almshouses." Inmates did not mean prisoner. Patients were also called inmates at that time - just a blanket term for anyone housed in an institutional setting. Seth and his wife, Frances, both were institutionalized in The Genesee County Poorhouse.

Thinking of poorhouse, I think of the County Farm in Monticello, Indiana,  where I grew up in the 1960s-1970s. We didn't have a poorhouse, but we did have a County Farm that housed inmates. Two of those inmates - men - went to my dad's church, Bill Kretchmar picking them up every Sunday. They were an odd couple. It feels like one was tall and slender and the other shorter and portly. They were always in good spirits, though, so I didn't attach a negative connotation to the place where they lived. As I got older and more musically inclined, I began to accompany my father to Sunday afternoon services there so that I could play hymns for the "old folks" to sing.

Getting back to Seth Howard. He was born March, 1836 in Middlebury, New York in what was then Genesee County, now Wyoming County. The 1850 census was the first census that listed everyone by name, and in this census, 14-year-old Seth was with his parents and siblings in Middlebury. Also nearby were his aunt and uncle, as Seth's father was one of three brothers who made their way to Middlebury from Grafton, New York, in or around 1831. Seth's father, Jacob and his Uncle Elias settled in Middlebury. The other brother is my 3x great-grandfather, Abraham, who moved on to nearby Attica. On the 1950 census, the farm where Seth lived with his father was valued at $1200. Nice!

In the 1860 census, 24-year-old Seth was now married to 18-year-old Frances Peck. They had a 5-month-old daughter, who went by many names during her life, but in the end, she settled on "Ella." In this census, she was Eleda. Seth was correctly listed as a carpenter and his net worth was $75.

In the 1870 census, 33-year-old Seth was still married to 27-year-old Frances, as he would be the entirety of his life. His occupation was listed as wagon maker, also correct. He had done well in 10 years. His real estate was valued at $700 and his personal worth $300. Their eldest daughter on this census was listed as 10-year-old Alice M. who "attends school." Merritt, who was 8 years old also "attends school." Quite a jump from 8-year-old Merritt to the newborn, Carrie, who is one year old.

My dear cousin Glenn also obtained an entry from a business directory for 1870-1871. This directory listed Seth Howard as part of the firm "Cowley and Howard," who were blacksmiths and carriage makers. Cowley's first name was Covel.

The next census I have is the 1875 New York State Census. Everything looks fine here as well. Seth and the fam were in Warsaw. He was valued at $1800 and listed as a carpenter. Everyone is else is there, too: Frances, his wife, along with children Ella, listed this time as Alida, Merritt, Carrie, Henry, May, and Charles.

But here is where it gets interesting. The 1880 census tells an unusual story. What is going on here? Seth is still very much alive, but his family is all divided up. His wife, Frances, was listed with their son, Merritt, in Middlebury. He was head of household at the age of 19. His occupation: carpenter. Ella - listed as Alice - is in Warsaw with her new husband, Charles McClure.  Henry and Charles are with their aunt and uncle, Seth's sister Catherine and her husband, John Van Buren, in Warsaw. Their youngest, Ida, was with Seth's nephew George and his wife. I can't find their daughters, May or Carrie anywhere. Believe me it's not for a lack of trying.

If you use Family Search for the 1880 census records and put in Seth Howard with a birth year of 1836, you will get 9 entries for "Seth Howard." However, only one of those Seths match with ours, and it probably is our Seth Howard, who was living not in New York but in Davison, Michigan. This Seth was born in 1836 in New York, he used the "C" as his middle initial, and he was listed as a wagon maker, which is the correct occupation. He was living in the same household as 75-year-old John Golden, who was born in Ireland. But here - get this - he was listed as living with Carrie - and not his daughter, Carrie, who was born in 1869. This Carrie was born in or around 1856, is 20 years Seth's junior, AND she was listed as Seth's wife!!!!

I made a tree for John Golden, but it was futile, because I have so little information. Who was he? Was he Carrie's dad? How did all this come about?

The next record we have is the 1892 New York State Census. Seth was back with his true wife, Frances, but he is listed as a mechanic, not a carpenter or a blacksmith. However, being a wagon maker or a blacksmith would naturally transition to mechanic, so this is not a red flag by any means. Their 22-year-old son Peter was with them, listed as a carpenter. 

And then, very real tragedy struck as fire swept through Wyoming Village, taking many structures with it. Fires were a real threat as most buildings were all wood structures. Even if made of brick, the fire would still burn everything inside. Seth lost his house in this fire. Another man by the name of Cowley also lost his home. This might have been Seth's business partner. A church was lost, a cider mill, nine homes in all, and countless businesses. It must be something to be a victim of this type of tragedy. And one might think this was the start of Seth's true downfall if he had not built a post office in Warsaw, New York a year later.

On the 1900 census, Seth was with his wife in Warsaw. Everything here looks fine except for one detail. Frances states that she had 4 total births with only 2 living children. What is this? Seth and Frances had at least 4 living children at this time: Merritt, Ella, Henry, and Charles. I have found, in my research, that they had at least 7 children total. Knowing that this couple both ended up in the poorhouse, I'm wondering if a little dementia was settling in. Or maybe she or Seth were just mad at 2 of them, something like "you're dead to me" type of attitude.

The last little bit of info I have on Seth Howard before entering the poor house is a theft in 1903. He allegedly stole a bench vise from W. E. Evans. He was let out on his own recognizance, and Evans dropped the charges.

I've read a little bit about the newfangled poorhouses of the early 1900s. It was not pretty.  A huge social push was overtaking the country where reformers thought they could abolish poverty. New York had a huge bureaucratic hierarchy when it came to the poorhouse system. The thing most notable to me in my studies is that they were always trying to save money and cut corners and that everyone was lumped into the same system - those with mental illness, delinquents, and old folks. This was not going to work, and it didn't.

When entering into the poorhouse, the first thing that happened was that the inmate was stripped of their clothes, made to bathe in an antiseptic soap, and given a uniform. This intimate act of bathing was all done under watching eyes. If that didn't further affect someone's mental health, what else would? And we all know that bad, bad things happened in these dark, dreadful places.

A person wasn't just placed into a poorhouse, though. It had to be determined that they needed to be there. Things that determined this, for example, were begging in the streets or sleeping outside. In New York, a particular form was filled out for each inmate, called a census. On Seth's census, it states that he had been on "public relief" - where? "several places" and when? "about 10 years." It described his physical condition as helpless and the cause of his dependence on sickness. The one thing that really concerns me, though, is that his habits are marked as "intemps." This was an abbreviation for intemperance, meaning they thought he drank too much. Alcohol was indeed very much a problem in the U.S. at this time; however, alcohol was also given as medicine and apparently it wasn't hard to come by, even in the poor house. So, I'm not sure we can really surmise much if anything from this observation. But also, if he was sundowning, he could have very much acted like a drunk.

Unfortunately also for his wife, Frances, she was admitted to the poorhouse the very same day. Many times, the families were separated from each other and were punished if they were caught talking to each other. Her census stated that her health was "fairly good" but that she was "homeless and destitute." It stated that she had been on public relief for about 15 years. Doing my research, women were not often institutionalized in the poorhouse, because their children, while not feeling guilt for not taking care of their father, usually felt differently about their mother. But yet, here she is, living in the direst of places - a New York poorhouse in the early 1900s.

Seth died from a stroke 28 Sep 1908. He is listed on the Genesee County Home web site as having been an inmate there, he is not on the list of people who died there. Same goes for Frances, who died 29 Nov 1909 from stomach cancer. Her obit stated that she died at Ella's house and had 4 surviving children: Ella, Merritt, Henry, and Charles.

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Things My Mom Lost

Growing Up with a Preacher Man

Rev. William "Lester" Howard (1929-2021)
Mary Eulalie McLean Howard (1933-2021)

Things My Mom Lost
____________________

by Carolyn Ann Howard

We all lose things. 

Yesterday at church, at the noon service for Maundy Thursday, I wanted to look nice. I put on my diamond earrings that my husband gave me, my circle heart necklace, and my wedding rings. My skin is so sensitive, I can only wear my wedding rings sparingly, unfortunately. Then, I saw Mom's tennis bracelet that I got from her after she died. I saw it, put it on, and went to church. Funny, too, I kept looking at it kept thinking how neat it was to be wearing a part of my mom at the service.

After church, I had a post-op appointment with the surgeon and then home. Once home, I went to the bathroom to get ready for bed, since I was done for the day, and I love my PJs! I took the necklace off, the rings, the earrings - ouchy wouchy - even really good earrings make my ears red after a little while. And then, the bracelet. But the bracelet wasn't there. I looked in the closet where I keep my jewelry. Not there. I went outside to look in my Jeep Compass. Not there. I called the church. Not there. I called the surgeon's office. Not there. The bracelet was gone; I had lost it. And then I thought, well... that figures.

Growing up, I was always losing things that belonged to Mom. In 7th grade, my mom finally let me get my ears pierced. After, I asked Mom if I could wear her beautiful earrings to school and, totally unlike her, she said yes. I promised her I would take good care of them, and that I wouldn't lose them. You guessed it. I lost them. In hindsight, I wish she would've said that I should just wear them to church and then take them off afterward. And that's what I should've done yesterday. But I forgot about the bracelet after our beautiful Maundy Thursday service was over.

When I was in 2nd grade at Woodlawn Elementary in Monticello, Indiana, I wore one of my mom's gorgeous scarves to school.  It was a particularly windy day, and Betty Maxwell and I were together on the playground, using our scarves as kites. The wind hit my mom's scarf just right, and it went soaring away. I mean, it flew away like it was fleeing the doomsday machine.

Mom lost her childhood home to the 1937 flood of the Ohio River in Scuffletown, Kentucky. Her Uncle John Pfingston was her rescuer that night. Thank God for Uncle John Pfingston. He saved everyone who lived in Scuffletown using his ferry.  After that, mom moved with her family just across the river to rural Newburgh, Indiana, close to Cypress Beach and Vanada Station. Click on photos to enlarge

Uncle John Pfingston's Ferry
Around 1937
Carolyn Ann Howard Family Collection

She went to high school at Yankeetown, and then her school burned down, so she lost that, because they didn't rebuild. After the fire, they bussed the Yankeetown kids to Pioneer School in Boonville, Indiana. Mom never got over her school burning down. Even after dementia began to set in, she would often tell the story of her school burning down.

Mom's Senior Photo
1951, Boonville, IN
Carolyn Ann Howard Family Collection

After Mom married Dad, she lost her name. She loved her name, Mary McLean. She hated being Mary Howard. Today women just hang onto their maiden name if they want. Not so in the 1950s, especially in the religious family she married into. Mom's brother had married Mary Lott, who became Mary McLean. Mom always resented this, feeling as if her sister-in-law had somehow stolen her name.

Mom (L) with her brothers and sister
Carolyn Ann Howard Family Collection

In 1963, I moved with my family to Monticello, Indiana, where we would live until 1977. We built quite a life at Monticello. My mother was the director of the highly reputable Monticello Day Care Center. Fourteen years later, my father got this itch to move to Evansville. An opening came up at a church, and he jumped at the chance, moving us to Evansville. Mom lost everything. She lost her friends, her job, her high station in life, her big house. She lost it all. Once to Evansville, she pivoted and became a successful artist, but she never recovered from the move, often speaking of Monticello with tears in her eyes.

Mom in her art studio about 1995
Taken by Ruth Kretchmar (1927-2011)
Carolyn Ann Howard Family Collection

Once her granddaughter was born, my mom soon began to teach her to sew. Together, they sewed a beautiful blanket. My mother loved that blanket, so Stephanie gave it to her. When Mom started talking about wanting to die somewhere around 2002, it got her into trouble. She also couldn't stop talking about the miscarriage she had in or around 1958. She would literally weep over this baby. She also couldn't stop talking about a family member who had been Catholic, who had married into the McLean family, and the McLean family shunned her for her Catholicism - I believe it might have been her paternal grandmother. My mother ended up in a mental ward at a hospital, and my father let her take the blanket that she and Stephanie had made together. You know the rest of the story. She lost the blanket. She came out of the mental ward, after shock treatment, not talking about her miscarriage or her family member. She was so angry about the blanket. She demanded that Stephanie make her a new one. And I told her, "Mom, I don't think she can, because I don't think she knows how to by herself."

And lastly, in the nursing home, just a few years before she died, my dad became obsessed with Mom wearing her wedding rings. Mom had lost so much weight, her rings didn't fit anymore. So Dad hired a jeweler from Boonville to come into the nursing home and measure her finger. Then the jeweler took the rings and resized them and cleaned them. Dad was so happy that Mom was going to wear her rings again, even though I warned him time and again that this was not a good idea. Dad rarely listened to me. He was hell bent on her wearing her wedding rings. She didn't wear them for very long until they were gone. We don't know what happened to them, but I was very careful not to be accusatory. My father, not so much.

Mom at Newburgh Healthcare about 2020
Carolyn Ann Howard Family Collection

I'm not big into jewelry and never have been. My skin didn't used to be so sensitive, so that's not it. I think it's because I lost those earrings way back in 7th grade. I have always been so afraid of losing jewelry. But, I am going to buy another tennis bracelet to honor the memory of my mother. It probably won't look like the one I lost yesterday, but it's going to have a good clasp so that I don't lose it. And I'm only going to wear it to church.

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My Mom and Her Clothes - Mary Eulalie McLean Howard (1933-2021)

Growing Up with a Preacher Man

Rev. William "Lester" Howard (1929-2021)
Mary Eulalie McLean Howard (1933-2021)

My Mom and Her Clothes
____________________

by Carolyn Ann Howard

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Mom in our backyard in Monticello, IN
About 1974
Always well-dressed
Carolyn Ann Howard Family Collection

 I have been thinking about clothes, because I need some. Target used to be my go-to for cute tops, until the pandemic somehow sunk the fashion world and sent it back to the 1800s.

Now, in 2022, it feels like they're trying to dig themselves out of the fashion hole, but I still didn't find any cute tops there yesterday. Instead, I found this:

It made for a good Facebook post, though, and my friends were discussing clothes. From this discussion, I remembered my parents once more and how they both were always dressed very well.

I don't know where or how my parents learned to dress. My mother was fantastic with colors. Me? Not at all. Nor was my dad, and so my mother would help him pick out what tie went with what suit, and he loved her for it.

Growing up in Monticello, Indiana, my father went to what was called a haberdasher. This was a person who dealt in men's clothes and helped businessmen dress well. Sure, my dad was a pastor, but make no mistake, he considered himself a businessman. Dad had a beautiful fedora that he kept in a hat box when he wasn't wearing it. Now that's saying something. If that man ever wore jeans in his life, I didn't know it. He was always dressed "to the nines," as they say. Suit slacks, button down shirt and tie on casual days, suit coat on not so casual day. When pastors started dressing casually for the church service, he lamented this. His reasoning was that because businessmen are always dressed well, then pastors should too. (Click on photos to enlarge.)

Mom could sew really well, too, so she would help Dad with alterations if needed. And look at that beautiful dress and those shoes on the above 1948 picture of Mom and Dad.

Mom loved clothes, jewelry, shoes, make-up... all the things. She would spend hours sometimes getting herself ready to go somewhere. Everything had to be just right. Just going through pictures of my parents to share here on this blog post, every picture, they are dressed very well.

Mom, second to the left, with her siblings.

Around 1977

Around 2001

Unfortunately, growing up, my mother was very strict in what I could and could not wear. I hated being under the pressure. I was already anxious as it were, a bit on the chubby side, and with a total lack of self-confidence. If I found things to wear that I was comfortable with, she would say no. I remember once I had put on an orange pair of pants and an orange shirt to wear to our church's skating party, and she grabbed me and told me in no uncertain terms that I wasn't leaving the house looking like that. We can laugh about it now.

When I was a young girl, she would spend what seemed like forever getting my bow tied on my dress just right for Sunday church. Standing still for however long it took her to get it perfect was harrowing, waiting for her to have it just right. And for what? A bow? Every time when she would untie the bow in exasperation, my spirits would fall.

Mom and me at Lincoln State Park
I'd say about 1965-66

It was such a fight all the time. Mom would drag me every year to Lafayette to shop for school clothes, and I can't stand to shop very long even to this day. We would hunt all morning for clothes to wear, and I hated everything she picked out, and she hated everything I picked out. Then we'd have lunch, and I'd be ready to go home, but I still didn't have any clothes. So, I gave in and let her buy the clothes she wanted me to have, and then I'd wear the same thing over and over again, even though I had perfectly good clothes in my closet. My body image, for one thing, was down the drain. That was a lot of it. But also, she never called me out for not wearing the clothes she had bought for me.

She finally one day took me to Miller's Department Store in Monticello and had a young lady there try to help me with things to wear. The thing about Miller's Department Store is that they didn't like their customers very much. I found a few things on that visit, but we only went once.

Finally at 16, she let me loose. We had just gotten a newfangled general merchandise retailer in our little town called Schultz Department Store - a fancy K-Mart. I was so happy. She gave me money and said "go buy your own clothes." And boy, did I ever. This is one of the first outfits I bought after being given my liberation. It's not so bad, right?

The first outfit I bought on my own
I've always loved cemeteries
My apologies to the Owens family

Even toward the end, my dad made sure my mom always had good clothes to wear at the nursing home. He would pick them out himself and take them down there, and tell the workers exactly what pants went with what shirt. He also made sure her hair was done by a beautician every week.

Mom at the nursing home, December 2020

 My father's impeccable dress may have done him some disservice at the end. I was trying my hardest to get people to see that he needed help, and no one would listen, including my dad. He still was able to dress well, and he was in denial that he needed help. Because he played everything off, so did everyone else, no matter how loud I was yelling to the contrary. It was too late by the time he realized he needed help. We were able to get him into the nursing home, but it was too late to make him well again.

In the end, Mom passed just months after Dad, so we decided to brand their funeral pics by using this one from 1976. I'm not sure why Dad is cut off a bit in this one. They are fully centered in the original. I loved that tree behind them - a sassafras that was in our front yard at Monticello. But this picture epitomizes my parents and their impeccable dress. A fitting tribute, I thought, to their end of life.

 

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