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Monday, May 4, 2020

National Hoagie Day

May 4, 2020

It's National Hoagie Day

It may go by many names, but National Hoagie Day is the day that set aside as the hero of a sandwich!
The Hoagie has many alias names. Some that you may recognize are sub, grinder, Italian, torpedo, or baguette. It is made on a long Italian roll or French bread, filled with a variety of meats, cheeses, vegetables and, other condiments such as spices and sauces.

Have you ever wondered where the name came from? According to the National Day Calendar,  in 1953, the Italians were working the World War I era shipyard in Philadelphia, known as Hog Island. They introduced the sandwich by placing meats, cheeses, and a few other things in between two slices of bread. It was referred to as the "Hog Island" sandwich. They later shorted the name by calling it a "Hoagie".

If you are wondering what to eat for lunch or supper, you might consider building yourself a Hoagie sandwich. I'm making myself hungry, so I may just have to go build one right now.

Enjoy!

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Saturday, April 11, 2020

Remembering Martin's Creek

11, April 2020
Day 11 in the 
Ultimate Blog Challenge

I want to introduce you to my 5th Great Grandfather, Daniel Martin Sr. 1781-1851. 



There has been much confusion by many in the world of ancestry and genealogy - because not only is this Daniel Martin my 5x's gg, I also have another Daniel Marin in my family tree that is my 4th great grandfather! Let's NOT get the latter confused with the other as my 4th gg full name is Daniel HUGH Martin...(his story will be for another day and trust me, it's definitely a reader.  I still shake my head when I work his branch). 

While working on my family tree that can be found on Ancestry, I noticed I had a message in my inbox. It was someone asking me how I was connected to Daniel Martin. My reply, which one? As I have several of those names in my tree. Sr's, Jr's, etc. 

Several minutes passed and this person replied. She informed me that she was a descendant of Daniel Martin and Mary Ayers - my 5th Great Grandparents. She and I have confirmed we are 5th cousins by way of DNA as our common ancestors are Daniel and Mary A. Martin. We immediately connected and that's where I learned of the Facebook group for descendants of Daniel Martin, Sr. 

I have had this particular branch built up on my tree for a few years prior to meeting this new cousin. I had never thought to do searches out on social media for a living and breathing relative. I was only thinking about the ones who had past up to the point! Thank goodness this cousin reached out to me as my world of ancestry just had that 'AHA moment'. I realized at that moment, not only do I need to keep searching for the history of my ancestors that have passed, but I should be connecting with people who are ALIVE and breathing!!! The ones who can keep the memories alive. The ones who may have family photos of yesterday. Talk about the light bulb going off...

Daniel Martin was born on the 20th day of April 1781 in Hampton, Hampton County, South Carolina. He passed from this life on the 11th day of April 1851 in Panola, Panola County, Texas. 

Martin, in the Company of Tucker's Reg't, South Carolina Militia, fought with Andrew Jackson in the Creek War of 1813-1814 in Florida.  After the war, he returned to Florida, he met Mary Eleanor Ayers, daughter of a Sugar Plantation owner. 

The following is an excerpt from the book, "Tatum...A Place to Call Home" by  Cecil Williams and shared on Ancestry by bear071811 who originally shared this on 20 Mar 2010. 
(I've been trying to get a copy of this book for a while now). I learned this last week 'how' to purchase the book!!! (doing the happy dance...) 

The parents never consented: and when all hope was gone, Mary Ellen and Martin met one evening at a dance. Martin had disposed of all his property except two of his best horses. During the dance, the two eloped. They fled toward the north and the west and continued their journey as fast as possible for several days. They eventually reached Missouri and settled in what later became Clay Co. Here they lived until the fall of 1832. Leaving his oldest son, Jim Martin, in Missouri, this bold backwoodsman, with his wife and seven other children, packed his household goods on wagons and left for Austin's Colony in the Mexican Province of Texas. They crossed the Arkansas Territory and entered the Republic of Medico at Pecan Point. Over the Trammel Trace, Martin passed on southward intending to settle somewhere between the Trinity and Colorado Rivers.
At this time, the territory lying between Pecan Point and Nacogdoches was a wilderness infested with wolves, bears, and panthers and many Indians whose activities toward the white people were not at all friendly. As a result of Mexican colonization laws, scarcely any white people lived on or near the Trace.
It was during the first days of the Spring of 1833 that Daniel Martin, his family and a man by the name of John Iron climbed a hill south of the creek, which now bears Martin's name and camped. They camped, fully planning of continuing their journey southward within a few days. But they never journeyed farther.
Under the Republic of TX, the Martin settlement prospered. Other settlers came as the government became more secure. By 1845 there were, in addition to Martin and his children, a family of May, the Wyatts, The Huffs, the Williamsons. Jim Reel patented a league of land and was living just north of the creek. Silas Metcalf came in 1845 and taught the first school of the settlement. When TX became one of the United States, the Martin settlement was filled with approximately seventy-five plain, but happy and prosperous inhabitants. 

My 5th great grandfather Daniel Martin made history in Texas and today, his descendants, like me stay in communication with one another and attend the annual Martin Cemetery Annual Homecoming which is held in May. (guess it won't happen this year). 

Today is the 169th anniversary of Daniel Martin's death. He is buried in the Historic Cemetery called, "Martin Cemetery" (named after him). It is on the Panola Rusk County Line. Martin Creek Lake State Park is also named after him.







His Descendants, like me,  keep his memory alive! Rest in peace 5th Great Grandfather and thank you! Without you, I wouldn't be here today...

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Wednesday, April 8, 2020

Cemeteries

April 9, 2020
Ultimate Blog Challenge

Here we are on day 9 of the Ultimate Blog Challenge for the 2nd quarter of 2020. Where is the time going? As I continue to stay within my theme chosen of genealogy, I'm going to talk about a word we don't like discussing very much because of what it represents. 

C E M E T E R I E S

A time of loss. A time of finality. A time of grief. A time of sorrow. An ending to a beginning. 

Cemeteries can hold deep significance for families when loved ones are buried in them. I have many family members who have been laid to rest (so to speak) in cemeteries. I can't remember the last time I visited their gravesites though. 

On my last two trips to Amarillo, I thought about visiting the cemetery where my grandparents are buried...I drove in on I-40 passing the cemetery. It wouldn't take me long to stop and honor their memory, but I kept on driving. Maybe I'll stop on my way out of town...sure, that's what I'll do. The day came for me to make my way back to the big city...passing the cemetery once again, I continued to drive...I don't know what keeps me from going. Maybe it's the loss that I feel when I think about my grandparents. After all, they did raise me from the time I was born until their deaths. It could be, I don't want to feel that emotion of grief. Whatever the case may be, death is death and that doesn't change. 

Did you know that a graveyard is different than a cemetery? Yes, they both are a place to bury the dead, but they have different meanings. Most times, a graveyard is associated with a church. It's quite smaller than an average cemetery. It is part of the churchyard. I visited several of these over the course of the last year. The first one was in Louisiana when I went for the 61st Annual Hillman Reunion. 

Sunday morning came around and I went to church with my cousin's family. 

Directly behind the church is a graveyard. Most of the people buried there are related to my Monk Family ties one way or the other. The chain-link fence and the gate photo are the entrance to the graveyard. These are a couple of people who are in my family tree. They were 4th cousins to me. It was an honor walking the graveyard and paying my respects to those who are buried there. 

 
I've always enjoyed going to cemeteries. I enjoy looking at the dates, the ages, the stories that are left untold. It saddens me when I see a young child gone at a very young age. In Mineral Wells, Texas. across the road from where my great grandparents (Chennault’s) lived, there is an old cemetery with very old headstones in it. Every time we visited them, I always wanted to walk that old cemetery. 

Today is still the same when I see a cemetery -my car is like a magnet... I want to stop and walk around and look at the headstones, read the names, and wonder what their stories were. (I find it strange that growing up I enjoyed reading the Obituaries). Kids don't do that...but this kid did. Now I know why...genealogy reasons! I learn a great deal in reading an Obituary. That information helps with my research. 

One thing that's true today, thinking about the people who have had to say goodbye to their loved ones without a service being held due to the Coronavirus pandemic saddens me. They will be laid to rest without anyone around. I'm sure once everything settles down, families young and old will honor their loved ones 'after' the fact...but the reality is it won't be the same. If any of you reading my post have lost loved ones as a result of this crazy pandemic or know someone that has passed...I'm truly sorry for your loss. There are no words to take away the pain or the grief you or your family is feeling. I hope and pray somehow you find peace and comfort. 

I'm grieving the loss of my own mother and it wasn't because of the Coronavirus. In fact, I'm thankful she passed just a few short days before the outbreak struck. I've had so many distractions though - honestly, I don't think I've truly grieved my mom. I do at times have waves of emotions that set on my heart and I think about her memory...I miss my mom. 

Did you know in Texas, there are 50,000 Historic cemeteries and only a portion of them have any information on them. I recall early last year, I traveled to Houston, Texas with my daughter. When we were going through Waco, my eye caught a headstone on the side of the highway. It wasn't in a cemetery or a graveyard, it was right beside the paved road in which we were traveling. I wanted to stop, but my daughter insisted we keep moving down the road. As we continued our journey down the road, ever so often I would see another headstone alongside the paved road.  (I plan on going back one day and walking through the cemeteries in Waco, TX as well as looking at the ones alongside the road). 

Several years ago, when I was doing some genealogy research out in Paris, Texas (Lamar County) - I had the opportunity to travel across the state lines into Oklahoma. Just across the Red River on the Oklahoma side is a small town called, Hugo. Hugo became a popular wintering place for circus and rodeo companies, because of its mild climate. An estimated twenty circuses at times were based in Hugo, OK. In 2008, there were three. (Wikipedia). This is where the Circus Cemetery is. Yes, you read right...the Circus Cemetery

There is a section in the cemetery called, "Showmen's Rest". There are some huge monuments there. There are many famous people buried there too, along with some common names such as Martin, Smith, Brown's, etc. The headstones in the Circus Cemetery are quite unique. You might find a big top tent or an elephant. There are clowns, too. I don't know about you, but I haven't seen any headstones like that in cemeteries I've been in before. The cemetery is quite interesting, and I want to take another trip to Hugo, OK and spend more time walking around that famous cemetery.  

Some of the people buried in this cemetery are Ed Ansley, better known as Buster Brown and Lane Frost, a famous Bull rider is also buried here. (8 Seconds, a movie starring Luke Perry as Lane Frost was released in 1994). 

This cemetery is an amazing place to visit not only to honor those who have passed but to visit the Showmen's Rest area and see the unique headstones and learn about the people who were in the circus. 

Moving on, I want to talk about some disheartening things found at cemeteries today. Recently, a cousin of mine had visited a cemetery in Mesquite, Texas while doing some genealogy research. When he got home, he messaged me and told me about what he had found...he was quite taken back with what he had seen. I'll give you an example - gravesites that have sunken. (probably created by weather or lack of water). He also mentioned many broken headstones that lay on or near the original sites. When he sent me the photos as seen below, my heart sank. I wondered if there were no family members who visit these sites regularly or was there no money to fix them? I'm sure across America in most cemeteries one will find things like this. I know sometimes though; vandalism causes images like this. Whatever the case may be though, it is quite sad - especially knowing "how" much it costs to bury a loved one unless they were buried in a Pauper's Grave. 







A pauper's grave - -it's sad to think that regardless of a person's life, history or story - that no one in the family claims the body. It's possible though, that someone buried in a pauper's grave was unknown or indigent. I've known of people who were buried in a pauper's grave and it breaks my heart on many levels. 

A website that I use a great deal when I'm working on my family tree or that of another person is Find A Grave. This site is another source of learning a wealth of information about a person and their family.

I've found many times; I may just have a name - no family at all on my tree for a particular person. When I come across a memorial on Find A Grave, many times I will learn of their parents, their siblings, their spouse (s), and their children, too. I get excited when there are write-ups on the Memorials in Find A Grave. The things we learn from them are priceless and sometimes very disheartening. For example, a child losing both of their parents on the same day and they are a toddler or the mother of 15 children loses her husband to war and now must figure out how to make ends meet. Everything matters. Everyone matters. 

When I access a person's memorial on the Find A Grave site and there aren't any family members associated with them, if I have the information, I will always suggest edits to update the record. After all, we all have a mother and a father. 

Also, talking about headstones and cemeteries - Find A Grave has volunteers that will go out and take photos of the cemeteries and the headstones if requested. All they ask is a little bit of information like the cemetery or location if known and the name of the person.  I think that is amazing that people take time out of their day to provide this service. (I guess they like walking the cemeteries too...maybe I should be a volunteer!) I've requested many photos from the volunteers at Find A Grave. 

My post might have been a difficult read today, the fact remains though - -being a genealogist and following the leads, turning over the stones to find the answers - cemeteries can prove to be very useful in one's research. The memories of our loved ones locked away in our hearts and minds will go on for a lifetime - even though, their bodies turn cold and turn to dust in the dark, damp ground called the grave. Don't despair as they aren't there any longer, they have moved on. Every person who has died has a story to be told. Don't wait until it's too late to listen...because then, they can't be told. 

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