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Lute and Liza Gould


Charles Luther and Eliza Ann Conaway Gould. “Lute” with one of his ever present beagles, they are outside the old homestead on Hanna Ave in Loveland, Ohio. Eliza’s father was Edmund Macaulay Conaway, Lute’s was George Washington Gould, both of Marion County, WV. They are my great grandparents.

gould-lute-lizaLute was a carpenter and farm worker in season and built 4 houses on Hanna Avenue. He loved coon hunting with a pack of beagles that ran the nights along the Little Miami River hunting.

February 27, 2009 Posted by | family, genealogy, photo gallery | , , , | Leave a comment

Oldies but Goodies


Another old family photo, my cousin Larry Gould giving me a push in my red wagon. Larry is one of those unsung heroes of everyday life, serving his  community in a career in law enforcement as a deputy sheriff for Hamilton County, Ohio. We are both descended from the Conaways, Flemings and Goulds of West Virginia, from James Aaron Gould to George Washington Gould, to Charles Luther to Lawrence Jay Gould and then Larry from my Uncle Robert Lee Gould and me from Patricia Gould both of Loveland, Ohio.

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February 20, 2009 Posted by | family, photo gallery | , , , , | Leave a comment

More free Genealogy


Today I had a splitting headache for most of the day so I was slowed down a bit but I did manage some updates to the genealogy pages.

Biographies of William Fleming, Calvin Conaway, and George Bennett, the first two of Marion County, WV and Bennett from Orange County, Indiana. Uploaded and linked Death certficates for Billy Huffman, and Linda Durbin and Marriage certificates for Isaac Bennett + Linda McDonald, Charles Elledge + Dixie Huffman, and Leon Helm + Dixie Huffman; and gravestone photographs for Byron and Rebecca (Bennett) Miller; Joseph Elledge; Caroline Frentress Elledge, all at Ames Chapel Cemetery in French Lick, a gravestone photo for Dakota Ryan Elledge at Memorial Park Cemetery in Saint Joseph, Mo; and the gravestone photo for Cora Emily (Maddock) Elledge at Spring Grove Cemetery in Cincinnati. I also typed out some will abstracts for James Clelland, Caleb Conaway, William Fleming (son of John), Boaz Fleming, John Pierpoint and Josiah Prickett from microfilm 250081 which has a lot of Monongalia County records.  I also added a short record of the death register for Conaways and Goulds in Monongalia County, and extended the Gould deed index (grantor) for Marion County by several years.

I need to get back to transcribing deeds for Marion county, West Virginia.  I still have a pile of them to complete. Thus ends the genealogy updates for another day.

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December 31, 2008 Posted by | genealogy | , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Updates and Busy Work


I’ve been busy today trying to increase the amount of genealogy on site for interested family researchers. I’m finding out it’s time consuming – not only the transcribing but formatting it, adding the links, uploading photocopies and pictures, etc. and then making sure everything works.

Some of the new items added or updated include:

Added: William Bennett – Jonathan Peter Deed 9 Jan 1847 with photocopies of original

Moved around and changed the index pages in the genealogy section to sort the different families:

Added: Bennett-Miller-Speer-McGrew-Pittman Index

Added: Maddock-Munro/Monroe-Burke-Mulholland Index

Added: William Davis Moore Biographical Sketch and some supplemental information

Added: Moore-Peterson-Mick-Lucas-Prather Index

Updated: Elledge – Conaway Genealogy Pages Hopefully this makes the different pages easier to find and helps researchers looking for a specific family to go right to the parts they’re interested in

Added links to Houston Miller Jr and Sr. info and photos from Carole V. Beringer’s Blog at Avelyn’s Avenues

And I made a regular post to the blog “Christmas The Day After”

December 27, 2008 Posted by | genealogy | , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Bygones and Memories


1954. My birth year. Eisenhower was President, Korea was finally over, the French lost a military outpost in a hard to pronounce place called Dien Bien Phu in Vietnam presaging America’s lost effort there beginning in a big way a decade later and ending while I myself was in the Marine Corps over 20 years later. West Germany was formally recognized an independent nation by the western allies and admitted to NATO while the Soviets respond by declaring East Germany a sovereign state. The Algerian war of Independence begins against France (it was not a good year for the French). Nasser becomes President of Egypt while at home the Communist witch hunts of Senator Joseph McCarthy ended with his censure for misconduct, but hysteria over communism in general remained high as the cold war between the US and Russia begins in earnest. Rock and roll was in its infancy, already stirring up opposition as indecent and immoral – which seems incredulous when one listens to the music of that year today. It seems innocent and naïve but the America’s general public in 1954 was exactly that. Jonas Salk’s polio vaccinations are first given and I am vaccinated, perhaps saving me along with thousands of other children from that crippling disease which had ravaged so many in earlier generations. In Topeka, Kansas racial segregation of schools is banned setting the stage for the civil rights revolution of the next decade and a half. These events that occurred in the year of my birth shaped much of my world growing up and into my twenties and thirties, and in that way influenced who I am today, my opinions and prejudices and beliefs. Indeed, the year we are born bears a great deal on who we become because its events presage much of the world we’re going to inhabit as we grow up.

Of course, I remember nothing of that year, or much about the next half dozen years. Tiny fragments of memory shine like rays of light through clouds about those years. I remember the birth of my sisters Carol and Susan in an emotional sense, and of the house on Hanna Avenue where we lived, of my cousin Gary who lived next door and Uncle Bob and Aunt Edith and cousin Libby, brief vignettes and impressions. I have little memory of kindergarten in Loveland, mostly going to the bus stop of a morning, probably because of the trauma of those first separations from my mother. From that first year of school forward the memories gradually accumulate from year to year. Writing seems to find more of them floating to the surface than I had thought I still possessed. It reminds me of old leaves silting the bottom of a pond, long fallen and layered in silt under the water of many years, yet still there waiting to be exhumed, washed and examined, whole yet faded, recognizable but only echoing what once was.

It is 2007 today, more than half a century has passed. A lot of leaves have fallen in the water.

Of the historical events before 1960 that I’ve reviewed, none seem to make much impression on me, or stir any latent memories of discussions or remarks from people around me. I do get an emotional sense of memory, very vague, of Eisenhower, but overall my world then was constricted within a tight circle of family doings, my awareness of the outside world not yet awake. 1960, when I was six seems to be the year that outside awareness began to really occur. I have strong memories of the Kennedy-Nixon campaign for the presidency and of my parents disapproval of Kennedy, even of his Catholicism which my parents viewed with deep suspicion. I remember Kruschev, the Russian premier, spoken of with real hate by my father, and know at that young age Russia was in my mind the “enemy,” evil in that all or nothing frame of mind the young have. I had a crush on my cousin Libby Gould, a young teenager who babysat me.

My memories of her are her smile, her kindness. I thought she was beautiful. She wore plaid skirts, bobby socks and black and white oxford shoes, the “uniform” of the day for young girls. I had lots of cousins in Loveland since my mom’s sisters and brother all resided there. They were Aunt Mel and Uncle Carl, Aunt Georgia and Uncle Ray, Uncle Bob and Aunt Edith, and my Aunt Ruth, the eldest sister. There were cousins Larry, Libby and Gary (Uncle Bob’s) and Bill, Wes and Wayne (Aunt Georgia’s) and Mary Margaret, John Paul and Mike (Aunt Ruth’s).  My Great Uncle Charles Gould and Aunt Martha had a house just outside Loveland where the Gould clan held reunions every summer. There were grapevines, berry clumps, apple trees and long tables full of food. All us cousins played, ate fruits picked off the vines and gobbled food while the grownups visited. As dark fell we’d pile in our cars to head home. The reunions lasted until the mid sixties when most of the family had moved and didn’t make it back anymore. The cousins never maintained the ties that their parents had. I’ve lost track of many of them.

My only early memory of my dad’s family is of Grandma Elledge. I kicked her in the shin and broke her ankle about 1958 or so while she was visiting us and I remember she wouldn’t let dad spank me. It happened in the kitchen of the house on Hannah Avenue. For some reason I was her favorite grandchild. She doted on me, but she was a harridan, often abusing my sisters, and parents, verbally. She was a tiny woman, about 4-10″ tall and a hard drinker. She had a nose that dominated her face and short curly gray hair. She was a Maddock by birth and had had a tough life by all accounts.

Russell, Senior, my grandfather, had died before I was born so I have no memories of him, of course, but the stories I’ve been told by dad. He was an electrician and came to Cincinnati from French Lick, Indiana where the Elledge family had resided since the first third of the 19th century. I’m told he helped wire the first traffic lights in Hamilton County and that he was a plant superintendent for the Balcrank Corporation during WWII.

I barely have any memory of my grandparents, LJ and Mary Ellen, mom’s parents. I do have a fleeting memory of sitting on Grandpa’s knee as a tot and mooching food off of him when he ate, and of his stubbly beard and the smell of Burma Shave. He called me Mooch. He seemed to be laughing all the time, too. Of Mary my only impression is an emotional one of kindness and a soft, gentle voice. Both died when I was 3, in 1957 and are buried in the cemetery at Miamiville, Ohio. In the photo you can see LJ’s brother Charles’ headstone in the background. Unk died in 1978, the last of his generation of Goulds. LJ died first, then Mary. There is a story my mom tells of Mary’s last days. She was fading so the family had gathered by her bed waiting for her final moment. It was early morning, just past midnight when Mary suddenly sat straight up in bed and held her hand out to someone she seemed to see at the foot of the bed. “Lawrence”, she said, “You’ve come for me.”

She smiled, then lay back, peacefully passing over.

Honestly, I don’t remember their passing. As young as I was, I was probably shielded from it, too young to understand what was happening. I thought perhaps some fragment of my mother’s grief might come to me but there is nothing. What I know came from my mom’s retelling.

December 20, 2008 Posted by | family | , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

   

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