Favorite Discovery

 

Favorite Discovery

My favorite discovery as I’ve researched my family tree is finding Andrew AJ Moore. It began with my search for my Moore great grandfather. The only thing I knew was that the family had come from New Egypt, NJ before settling in Camden, NJ. I wasn’t sure of his name although my h brother and father both were named Charles Shoemaker Moore. When my brother was born my aunt, the family matriarch wanted him to have that name. My parents settled on a different name. But the fact that the name meant so much in the family I decided to search for a great grandfather with that name. Also, he would have been the right age to have served in the Civil War. I went to the NJ Archives to search. Surprisingly my guesses were correct, and I found him easily. Census records for New Egypt led me to find the names of his parents and siblings. From there I went to the Plumsted, NJ clerk. New Egypt is within Plumsted. I asked if they had any information on Charles S Moore or his father John Moore. It was tax time and the clerk said they didn’t have time right now and took my information and phone number. About six weeks later they called and said someone else was asking for the same information. If I gave permission they would give my name and phone number to those people.

Within in a few days I received a call from Jack and Fran Born. Fran was also a great granddaughter of Charles Moore. We talked on the phone and they invited me to visit them in Absecon, NJ. They were such nice people, and we had a pleasant and productive visit. They had Charles’ original Civil War discharge paper. As we talked the said they family stories said someone supposedly was in the 7^th Calvary. They also heard someone participated in the Greenwich, NJ tea party before the Revolutionary Way (so far I’ve found no evidence of that).

I found a book about the 7^th Calvary and the men who served in that regiment. And there was Andrew AJ Moore who had also been in the census in the John Moore family. About this time there was a program on TV about the fire at Little Big Horn battlefield. Historians and scientists were able to study the battlefield forensically as the grass had been burned away revealing spent shells. They described the progression of the battle and how individual troopers and Native Americans moved by matching the spent shells. One of the people was Dr. Wiley who was a professor at a California college. I took a chance and emailed him. His first reply was the next morning and he said that he was in the Middle East on an archaeological dig and didn’t have his notes on the Little Big Horn study. But then he emailed again a few hours later with information. He studied the medical records of the troopers. He found that Andrew had malaria while the 7^th was in South Carolina but had only been treated once. He also found records that Andrew had been shot in the kidneys during the battle and that was his cause of death.

Since I’ve found books that told of Andrew’s movements and death by name. Later I was able to visit the battlefield. A park ranger looked up information the Andrew was buried on the riffle line by his buddies during the battle and a dead horse was put on top of his grave. Because of this his body was never recovered and buried in the mass grave. It was a moving experience for me to stand on that rifle line and know I’ve been the only family visit that grave and remember him.

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Beginning life in COVID-19

We’ve started living in a different world. It’s just the first week for most of us. If you’re a senior citizen (and yes those of us in our 60s and don’t think we’re seniors- we are) most of us are staying in and keeping distances. Since I have places to go usually each day it seems weird and confining. This morning I thought of Anne Frank during WWII. Many Jews were hidden in small spaces without access to the outside for years. We are so fortunate since we can go for a walk or drive. Drive through food is still an option.

Last night we asked our son, Travis to stop by the house. Today is a Friday in Lent and Bill is adhering to the practice of not eating meat on Fridays in Lent. We gave Travis money and asked him to pick up a pizza for us tonight. The scene seamed surreal. We stood on the top of our front steps, Travis halfway down the front walk and our grandchildren (age 4 and 5) riding their scooters on the sidewalk. A few times they started to run up to us and Travis had to remind them they’re not to come close to us to keep us healthy. A neighbor across the street came out and standing on her sidewalk joined the conversation. Later someone walking their dog came up the street and would cross the street to avoid coming near other people as she made her way up the block. A short time ago this would be strange but not in the new normal.

Some of my meetings have been postponed for a month and that is starting to seem too soon. Church has been canceled week by week. The Battleship NJ (where I am a part-time tour guide) is closed. Yesterday they announced that the encampment program is canceled until October 1^st. That far off date is a shock. Most places are canceling for two weeks and then reassessing. While that seemed too short, October 1^st seems like a lifetime away. Businesses are closed except to life sustaining businesses. So many people unemployed. Our savings and retirement accounts are being hit hard and we may face financial distress that our parents and grandparents faced in the 1930s. We’re now closing our borders to everyone. Non-essential travel is discouraged. This is a new era; one we hope will be past soon.

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Same Name

Naming is such a huge responsibility. When you name a child that name will more than likely stick for the rest of their life. Are you giving them the right name? Is this a name that will cause other people especially children will taunt them? I think about students I taught and think what their parents was thinking when they named this child. Just like Johnny Cash singing about a boy named Sue I remember a young man named Lynn. How many times did this great kid have to fight about his name?

Then there’s the confusion of naming a child after a family member. Among my relatives three generations named Charles Shoemaker Moore. This caused some family squabbles when my aunt wanted my parent’s future son named Charles Shoemaker Moore. My mom put her foot down saying he would not have the name Shoemaker It was baseball season and my dad said if it was a boy he would name him Terry Moore after the manager of the Phillies baseball team. As luck would have it my brother was prematurely born shortly after this squabble and so Terry Charles Moore was the name he was given.

Other same name relatives had found ways to differentiate who you were talking to or referring about. So, we had Big John and Little John (shades of Robing Hood), Big Helen and Little Helen, Big Margaretta and Baby Margaretta (awkward when she was a teenager).

My husband’s family penchant for the name William causes so much trouble when referring to one of them. My husband William is named for his father William and named his first-born son William.  Both of his grandfathers are named William. Two of his three known great grandfathers are named William. His sister married a William and has a son William. His mother’s brother is named William and he has a son and grandson William. I suspect there are more Williams lurking in the family tree.

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Close to Home

Traveling far from home is a relatively modern event for average people. My great grandmother, Sarah Corset Wiedrich was born in 1868 in Genesee County, NY. Like most people of her era she rarely would have traveled more that twenty or so miles from her home. She was in her 80s before she went any farther. We would visit her every August while I was growing up. I was not much more than a toddler when she went with us to Niagara Falls. It was just over 50 miles from her home, and this was her first visit. Later, when my grandparents had moved to Florida she traveled there to visit with them. For an average person born in 1868 who would have imaged traveling from western New York state to Florida. Today we go vast distances and think nothing of it. People fly a thousand miles just for the weekend.

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Far Away

I was lucky enough to have some aunts, uncles and cousins within two hours of where we lived when I was growing up. We got together regularly. Aunt Margaretta and Uncle Roy lived in the Belle Meade area in North Jersey, about two hours away. Aunt Helen and Uncle John lived in Egg Harbor, New Jersey, about 40 minutes away. At least once a month we would visit, usually going up on Saturday and coming home on Sunday. The family interactions were great.

But I truly missed having a grandparent close by. My dad’s parents were dead. My mom’s parents, Hazel and Edward Wiedrich lived in Tampa Florida. We would only see them once every one or two years. There were some phone calls but that was the days of long-distance telephone charges. Letters would be sent. I wish they were saved to cherish later. When you did get together everyone was on their best behavior. I remember my mom telling me she asked my grandmother not to yell at the antics of my cousins and us as she didn’t want us to remember her as grouchy. Of course, she wasn’t grouchy, just with so many of us all together in one house it could be unnerving. You see, my grandparents lived in an eighteenth-century Florida house. Downstairs were my grandparents and Aunt Yvonne. Upstairs were my Aunt Connie and Uncle George with their children – three when we were young and three more later. Add to that other visitors were not unusual, sometimes adding up to a dozen or more people all under one roof.

I thought my dream came true when I went to live with my grandmother after high school in order to go to college in Tampa. We did many things together and those times were special, but some many other things interfered. First of course I was homesick. Also, my Aunt Yvonne had a drinking problem, which made living there difficult. She would wake me up in the middle of the night to tell me the astronauts were causing bad weather (I was studying astronautical engineering) and doing embarrassing things when someone came to visit. Eventually it was too much and my mom wouldn’t let me take out a loan to live on campus, so I came home. The worse part was the day I left my grandmother said, “What will I tell my friends? My granddaughter doesn’t love me.” I know she still loved me, but I disappointed her. The pain of that statement has never left me. Perhaps being far away would have been less hurtful.

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Long Feet

The 52 Ancestors’ prompt of “Long” made me wonder what to write about. Then I thought about the Moore feet. Most of us inherited the long somewhat narrow feet. My feet are long, size 10 or 11 depending on the style shoe. Add to that they’re flat. When I went for my induction physical for the Air Force they questioned those flat feet but passed me anyway. My dad, Earl Moore faced the same. When he was drafted into the army during WWII they questioned his long, flat feet but it was war and he was inducted. Then there’s my great grandfather Charles S. Moore. He served in the 4^th NJ Regimental Infantry during the Civil War. He must have been and ornery guy because he disobeyed and order to stopped shooting mules with dried corn kernels and shot again. They court marshaled him and docked his pay. The transcript of the court marshal contained a question about his being late for a battle. The sergeant explained that he had bad feet and couldn’t keep up with the rest, so they made him the wagoner. Those long, flat feet are still around in my family. When my oldest son, Sean was born the first thing my husband said was, “Oh no, he has your father’s feet.” And now I see my grandson, Finn and think, “Oh no, he has my father’s feet.”

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Favorite Photos

I've always liked this picture of my mom, Millicent “Midge” Moore and me. It was in front of our apartment at 803 Chambers Ave. in Gloucester City, NJ. I always feel a close to her when I see this picture. It’s black and white but I still see the colors. 

The second picture is my mom’s favorite picture. This is in DeSoto Park in Tampa, Florida. My grandmother, Hazel Wiedrich and my mom made a path up to their house using upturned car batteries (sorry, people were so environmental conscience in the early 1950s). The third person is me.

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