tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30963253878309726172024-03-04T21:57:46.079-08:00Hacienda CircleLavinia Grace Gilbert Schwarzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11823785748781081917noreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096325387830972617.post-11537878063124814702020-08-09T14:46:00.002-07:002020-08-09T14:46:39.642-07:00Testing the new format -- 9 Aug 2020<p> YAY! I'm here again.</p><p>Time to add to HaciendaCircle as well as keep Walton Lodge going.</p><p>Hope everyone is staying healthy during our Covid 19 times.</p><p>XXX Lavinia aka Vinnie</p>Lavinia Grace Gilbert Schwarzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11823785748781081917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096325387830972617.post-55851089791949178832012-05-27T13:09:00.001-07:002012-05-27T13:09:32.321-07:00Maybe if we scour these photos, we'll see 21 year old Jack Gilbert, the patriarch of Hacienda Circle, who walked across the Golden Gate Bridge the day it opened. <a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/object/article?f=/g/a/2011/04/05/Golden_Gate_Bridge_2011.DTL"> http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/object/article?f=/g/a/2011/04/05/Golden_Gate_Bridge_2011.DTL </a>Lavinia Grace Gilbert Schwarzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11823785748781081917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096325387830972617.post-69694097240915400252011-12-07T07:57:00.001-08:002011-12-26T14:36:08.491-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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70 years ago today, our mother, Lavinia Cresap, was an eyewitness to the attack on Pearl Harbor. Here is her account, written that night and in the days afterward. At the bottom is a reference to her in an Army officer's diary. Six months after the attack, she married our father (he is mentioned in her entry on the 14th). She was an amazing woman.<br />
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<i>Honolulu, T.H. - Dec. 7th, 1941</i><br />
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<i>Yet it has and we have come through a day and night that none of us dreamed about. Right now I am writing in the darkness of a schoolroom - sitting beside the window watching the occasional trucks go by and listening to the restlessness inside. It is a very long night and everything is in complete darkness; not a light of any sort inside or out. The trucks that go by are just moving masses on the road. And it is storming, windy and raining, but the moon is full and occasionally comes from behind the clouds and makes things very clear.</i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Here in the room we are sleeping under desks and tables of every description with a blanket beneath us and just coats and sweaters over us. It is about four o’clock and all the children are finally sleeping but most of the women are awake and talking and joking. At last all the crying has stopped. I think that has been the most trying thing this night – and yet you just can’t spank them at a time like this, and for the most part the children have been very good.</i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>It is still hard to believe what has happened and realize that this is only the beginning. I find it so hard to comprehend. Such a complete surprise!</i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>This morning we were awakened by planes flying over the houses, very low, and guns popping and bombs falling. It was eight o’clock and all were still in bed taking advantage of Sunday morning. Everyone thought it was a practice of some sort. We rushed out of the house in robes to watch the proceedings, watch the bombs falling. I kept saying to Carl - “I didn’t know there was a practice bombing field on the other side of Wheeler!” Then the planes flying over our houses started machine gunning the houses and the bullets dug into the ground and walls around us. Only Col. McNair rushed out of his house across the street completely outfitted shouting, “It’s the Japanese – can’t you see the rising suns on the planes!” And we thought “Oh, it couldn’t be!” Carl dressed immediately and dashed up to the headquarters. Two minutes later he dashed back, “It is the real thing! Guess I won’t be back for lunch.” He packed a few things and was off again.</i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>No sooner had he left, when around came the messengers telling us to take a warm coat and a blanket and go immediately to the Saliport of the 21st. (Sorry to interrupt - but here at the window I see a group of Army trucks going past - dark, not even the blackout lights on. Just heard that Shafter had been bombed too and that 250 were injured. Wonder how Joel is – OD at the Crater!)</i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>After we assembled in the Saliport we went into the kitchen and started to butter bread and make hot water for tea and coffee. Most of the people had had no breakfast and the children were hungry. All the electricity had been turned off except one small electric burner. We hunted around and found the sugar and cream. At the same time we tried to keep the store open so that the soldiers could come in and buy cokes and cigs. From the windows we could look out into the quadrangle and watch the companies line up. Once there was another attack, but by that time the anti-aircraft guns were operating and no damage was done.</i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>After about an hour and a half, we were told that we could go back to the houses and pick up a few other things so Mary Alice and I dashed back and put what we thought we would need into a large laundry bag and went back to the Saliport. By that time the order had come out that we could return to our houses for the night. All afternoon we had conflicting reports – “Go back to your houses and await further orders.” - “Go to the Saliport.” - Return to your houses, return to the Saliport. We didn’t know just what to do! We finally decided to pack our small bags and leave them at the 21st and then await further orders at the house - and it was a good idea. About six o’clock the orders came around to go to the 21st. When we arrived this time, we were told to await convoy to be taken into the city. It was almost dark and not a light was on anywhere. It was cold and the women with children were having a very difficult time. MA and I adopted two small boys for their mothers - they kept us busy. It seemed ages before the busses arrived to convoy us - and in that time we heard a million rumors. We were going to be taken immediately to transports and shipped home! Imagine such a thing going around! But everyone was on edge.</i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The buses finally arrived and then started the longest and most harrowing ride I have ever had. (It rivals the one I had with Dad that stormy night from Baguio.) We were just packed in with all our belongings – the bus driver was an oriental and many were sure that he would wreck us. It was still raining - cold. The bus seemed to crawl along - couldn’t travel over five miles an hour - children screamed all the way – as we passed Pearl Harbor we could see the fires burning – the same at Hickam Field. None of us had any idea just how much damage had been done. It was almost eleven o’clock when we arrived here at the school, yet it was all locked up. No orders seemed to have been received that we were coming and we had to find the janitor to get into the rooms. Everything was confused. But at least, we were not on transports. The women with small children were most in need of help and care, and we tried to settled them first of all.</i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Now, as I say, everything is quiet except for the buzz of the mosquitoes – they are frightful tonight, we feel that we are being eaten alive. But soon it will be morning.</i><br />
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<i>Tried to get back into the mood of the night of the 7th, but too much has happened since then, and now, here we are as settled as can be in town with Alison Coulter and so I will try to retrace my steps.</i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>I neglected to tell of our preparations at the house before we left Schofield the day we left. Mary Alice and I packed many things and piled other things on the beds so that they would be easy to pick up in the event of a hasty departure. And isn’t it a good thing. If we should have a chance to get back to Schofield, we would just have time to take those few things. Though now as I write the possibility of going back every seems remote. We haven’t heard a word from Carl since he left Sunday, but have heard that there were no casualties in the 21st. Joel came in for just a minute last night and said that all was well at Shafter and that the casualties were very slight. However, we have no way of knowing what actually happened at Pearl Harbor or Hickam Field. We did learn all sorts of things (probably some of them rumors, but some actualities) that had been done from the inside to aid the Japanese in their bombings here.</i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>We were amazed to find out that at Eva Plantation, the cane fields had been planted in a perfect arrow pointing toward Hickam and Pearl Harbor to direct the planes! To find out that right in Wahiawa one of the most prominent business men, owner of Castner’s Store, had a powerful radio set in his basement and was caught “red-handed” sending directing messages to the planes. Another man (German) prop. Of the beer garden on the post was in the hills signaling messages to the planes.</i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>So much of this attack was prepared from the inside - makes me think again and again of Leland Stowe’s reports in “No Other Road to Freedom.”</i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Yesterday morning we were up early - at daybreak, and how good it was to see the light. It was still dreary and storming, but the mosquitoes were gone. These children are just a mass of welts. The first thing to think about was breakfast - none of us have eaten since noon yesterday and some not since breakfast. The Principal of the school had arrived and during the night the Army had brought food in – bread, butter and fruit. So we made coffee and cocoa and served breakfast – first to the children and then to the adults. Then to start planning what to do during the day. We learned that we were to contact anyone in town where we thought we might stay for a couple of days while plans were being formulated as to what to do next. I had tried to contact Pauline the day before from Schofield to let her know that we were safe and not to worry and to find out how they were; none but official calls were being put through though. I called her at once and found that Joel and Alison had been trying to get us and wanted us very much to stay with them – Alison was alone because Joel was out on the post the whole while. So I called her and she had not yet left to go to work at Shafter (the offices were open) and we arranged to out there from Pauline's. At the same time other people were arranging to stay with friends and those who knew soon were having arrangements made for them. As it happened the Webers went to the Majers, who had called in and said that they had room for evacuees. So at last I met the Majers. We were taken to Pauline's and there visited the rest of the day – restless because we had had so little sleep and because there seemed so much to do, yet no knowing just what. Russell was terribly busy working on Civilian Defenses – he kept us informed about what had been going on. We heard that parachuters had landed and that all but two had been killed. There were no further raids and everyone was expecting another at any minute – but now were prepared for anything.</i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>About five o’clock Joel called and came over and got us - and here we are. We got dinner in the dark and ate it in the dark. Complete blackout was ordered and we didn’t have time to do the house, but did fix up the bedroom We had lots of fun eating and wondering just what we would get when we took a bite.</i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Then this morning when we got up we had already decided that we couldn’t just sit quietly and Alison was going off to the office to work. We thought that we might go and send messages to our families to let them know that all was well and then go to the hospital and see what we could do. They were calling desperately for blood too.</i><br />
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<i> We fixed up the house and then about noon went downtown. First of all we went to the Cable office – it was crowded, but we managed to get in and send a message, being told at the time that it might not go out for a week and perhaps it might not go out at all. From the cable office we went to Queen’s Hospital and rolled bandages and wondered what to do next. At three MA went on home and I had to stay and give a blood test. At the hospital the hall was lined up with people giving blood and many of them were orientals. We lined the hall and waited until they called our numbers then went upstairs to the hospital room. The doctors were terribly busy – this blood they were just taking for the plasma for transfusions, though at the same time they were typing it so that it would be on record. We went into a long corridor and into a small room where there were three cots laid out and here they tested us and took what they needed. It was about four o’clock when I was through and just as I went down stairs and started out of the building an air raid signal sounded and so none of us could leave. I worried about getting home, but no sense in doing that – we just had to wait for the all clear signal. At that time the President’s speech was being broadcast so we turned on the radio to listen. Shortly after he started to speak, his wave was cut in on by some foreign short wave and we couldn’t hear a word! Things like that we have read about in Europe!</i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>When the all clear was sounded I dashed out to catch the nearest bus going up the Manda Valley. When I reached the corner another air raid sounded, but there was nothing to do but walk until the bus came along. I joined another girl – also walking toward the valley – and together we tore along until someone came by and offered us a ride as far as Punaho School. There we thumbed a ride on a cement truck up the valley to the corner of our block and from there we ran. She had about two more blocks to go than I. At home everything was fine. And the all clear sounded just as I walked in the front door. Again it was fun! At the table Alison told us that at Shafter they were desperately in need of people to work teletype machines. I thought that I could pick it up easily since I had operated one for practice at business school. So we planned to go to Shafter the next morning and see if we could help</i><br />
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<i>We have all been terribly busy. All day long we have been working at Shafter and it has been nerve wracking business. They do need people. When we went down they immediately put us into the signal room and showed us what to do. The only thing that was a little difficult to get used to was the form used in taking down the message. The other things were easy – just a case of getting used to the machines. All of the men were very nice. They were completely worn out – I have never seen so many that have worked on and on with little or no sleep – no time to change clothes – no time to shave. They were tickled to death to have the relief. There were only four of us and they were looking for 12. I thought of the work I had been doing at Wheeler and decided to ask for a transfer to this office – anyone can do typing and I thought that if I could work in here I could really help. At noon I called Wheeler (the first time that I had been able to reach them – I had tried Monday and Tuesday with no luck) and told them about the situation. But no luck – they said they needed people too and to come out the next day if I could find a way. That being out – I went back to work the rest of the afternoon and planned on hitch-hiking out the next morning.</i><br />
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<i>Truthfully, I don’t feel much like writing, but perhaps once that I begin things will come to me. This account has been neglected for a long time.</i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>We are back home at Schofield. It has been a beautiful day and very very quiet.</i><br />
<i>The most part we have spent packing and visiting and talking endlessly about what is apt to happen and how to prepare for anything. MA and I have packed up all her things in trunks and I have put my non-essentials into my trunk. We had all the furniture piled up in the front room, but have decided to put it around again (just the furniture) so that it may easily be gathered together yet we can live in it. The men came around this morning and blacked out the middle room and the bathroom and gave us a blue globe to use so that at least we can live in a semblance of light at night – it gets dark so early now.</i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>At noon we went out for lunch – it much the simple thing to do. Mary Alice came out from town yesterday and we talked all hours of the night – she was so undecided as to what to do – whether to work in town or try to get a job out here. It is really better to stay here and now that that is decided we are both happier even though I do have to move into town. Yesterday, they told me at Wheeler that the office was moving to town with headquarters at Shafter and that I would have to do – if I had a place to stay. I did, so off I go, we go in Monday morning. That is the reason that I got today off – to get some of my things into town. This afternoon I took the car and took my suitcase to Alison’s. had lunch with her at Shafter and told her the new set-up. Hope it will work out for a little while. Am worried about staying with them as I know that Joel will be home most of the time and I hate to disrupt their household – however, I hope to find a place in town and get located before long. Now that MA is safe and happy here, I think it will be alright.</i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>But enough of all this. I ought to be describing some of the things that are happening here. Everything is quiet – in front of all of the houses are two or three bomb shelters – trenches dug and covered so that in case of attack we could easily go out and get into one of them. All are camouflaged with grass and with plants of all descriptions.</i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>All afternoon, since I got back from town, we have been going around visiting the other people who returned to their homes. All of the 21st is back, the 9th and the Engineers too, I think. We have heard more and more rumors – tales of things that had happened these past days. Mary Alice has seen Carl and he has gone out again. This morning we packed his foot locker to send out to him – clothes, etc. We think of how lucky we are that all the people that we know are safe and uninjured. That day at the hospital I met so many women who had been at Pearl Harbor and seen the horrible things that happened there. Some from Hickam. Many of them didn’t know even then what had happened to the people they knew.</i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>MA and Margaret Easly and Sara have decided to get together at night in one house so that none of them will be alone. I rather dread going into town – not afraid of anything there, but the idea of leaving MA here. <b>Tonight I had a letter from Jack from New York. It was written last Saturday night – so I still don’t know where he is in the Army, but in it he is, I am sure.</b></i><br />
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<i>My second day in town. The office is set up right across from the Hawaiian Ordinance Dept., and the buildings aren’t finished yet. We are not busy and that is the reason that I am taking time to type all this out. Yesterday morning I thought I would go mad waiting to come into town, but we got here by noon and worked all afternoon. Called Alison and we went home together – J too -- and got dinner then talked to Alice for a little while and after playing some records – to bed.</i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>This day has been very quiet so far – hope that we will be busy soon. Have found of a place to rent and have my fingers crossed on it, and that Storey will come in and share it with me. – Well, enough how.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></i><br />
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<i><b>“Wheeler Field, Oahu, Dec 7.</b></i><br />
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<br />Lavinia Grace Gilbert Schwarzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11823785748781081917noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096325387830972617.post-41216099691277460762011-06-16T17:49:00.000-07:002011-06-16T17:51:45.401-07:00Birthday Bio -- Mom -- Lavinia Cresap, Mrs. John B. Gilbert 16 June 1915 - 10 Dec 1997<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi04l6mZcEUxkAR38zX_ZMgEj-PdhwV5duIDAL7Hgg7zQscKxZrX4n8q0gmZ_0ysFY029CTuidiFEFR9YcwYCDgrQKjvESIGByyU9hbwakxo4S24MzZanfo23_tZgnuiVRJxHy2W2EoQOvr/s1600/genealogy.flash.drive.allto27oct2010_5405.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi04l6mZcEUxkAR38zX_ZMgEj-PdhwV5duIDAL7Hgg7zQscKxZrX4n8q0gmZ_0ysFY029CTuidiFEFR9YcwYCDgrQKjvESIGByyU9hbwakxo4S24MzZanfo23_tZgnuiVRJxHy2W2EoQOvr/s320/genealogy.flash.drive.allto27oct2010_5405.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br />
<ul><li>She was the oldest of four children born and raised in the Phillipines.</li>
<li>She matured very fast -- pictured here she is only 10 years old, her sister, Florence on the right is only 2 years younger. left to right: Ida May, Lavinia, Andrew Bruce, Florence Cresap</li>
<li>She grew to be nearly six feet tall, had the carriage of a queen, but was a bit of a trickster. </li>
<li>She always seemed like a fairytale figure. </li>
<li>She could play harmonica, stand on her hands, make the best billy goat cookies and grape jelly.</li>
<li>She learned to fly a plane in the 1920's landing on dirt fields and soloing over Clear Lake. </li>
<li>She was the first in her family to go to college -- University of California, Berkeley class of 1936.</li>
<li>She managed to be at great world events -- the 1936 Berlin Olympics where she saw Hitler, Mussolini's Italy, and Pearl Harbor the day it was bombed. </li>
<li>She stood up against McCarthyism, helped establish the first Orinda library, volunteered at Contra Costa County's juvenile hall, and was on Cal's scholarship committee. </li>
<li>She was an active member of St. Stephen's Episcopal congregation in Orinda and the DAR.</li>
<li>She was an independent voter.</li>
<li>She was a founding member of the first book group I ever heard of back in the 1950s. </li>
<li>She was clever with her hands -- a terrific seamstress and weaver.</li>
<li>She loved to sail.</li>
<li>She was rarely idle, and each Christmas her Wizard of Oz and angel figures adorn our tree. </li>
<li>She raised four rascally children while her husband traveled at least half the time for his job.</li>
<li>She loved her grandchildren and kept the freezer full of popsicles.</li>
<li>She is missed every single day.</li>
</ul><div>Happy Birthday, Mom!<br />
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</div>Lavinia Grace Gilbert Schwarzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11823785748781081917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096325387830972617.post-68024311275429706912011-03-26T13:44:00.000-07:002011-04-16T14:27:18.612-07:00Birthday Bio -- Dad -- John Baptiste Gilbert III "Jack" 26 March 1915- 3 Aug 1999<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtIQGSnJD2psnYZdE2P_KB3-HvM8tOsnhA5FlkapBxcHy_4EsbtfGYFTZTd9wmdgPikqLtI6FXvPrlLeAZPLPgAnWhT0UjyzAcb9YU8zDiLcJE6BpDVHwKwmaGdwLYUwkwn7Ci7a0AePOi/s1600/JBGIII+-+read+to.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtIQGSnJD2psnYZdE2P_KB3-HvM8tOsnhA5FlkapBxcHy_4EsbtfGYFTZTd9wmdgPikqLtI6FXvPrlLeAZPLPgAnWhT0UjyzAcb9YU8zDiLcJE6BpDVHwKwmaGdwLYUwkwn7Ci7a0AePOi/s400/JBGIII+-+read+to.jpg" width="257" /></a></div>left to right-- Jack, sister Betty, mother Willa Truman (Sale) Gilbert<br />
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Eventually the army would train him in the desert but send him to Attu, Alaska to a bloody battle, then teach him Chinese but send him to India to over see some reparations.<br />
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After the war, with three children and one gestating, Jack and Vin bought in Orinda next door to a cricket pitch that Mr. Nye, an Englishman who lived in the house you see here had (later the Martins built on the cricket pitch). They built a 900 square foot house with a beautiful view.<br />
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Little Jackie watched with pride as the house went up. That's the 4th fairway of the Orinda Country Club beyond the outhouse.<br />
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900 square feet proved too small for a family of six so they made a living room out of the yard and added on a bedroom for themselves above the garage.<br />
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We drove around in that gorgeous Ford woodie or in the Model T we called <i>Tillie</i> that's parked in the garage. And we had a tailless dog named <i>Trixie</i> who Uncle Bruce (Cresap) is talking to here.<br />
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Occasionally Mom got a trip to the beach which she loved.<br />
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photo taken in patio of house where they spent their wartime honeymoon -- I think it was in Pismo Beach, but it might have been Pacific Grove.<br />
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clockwise from Jack on the left -- Jack, Mom, Dad, Tommy (called Cres since age 6), Joan, Vinnie (me)<br />
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A Christmas in the seventies -- photo taken at Jack and Dianne's in Orinda.<br />
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standing - Mom, Joan, Vinnie<br />
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Katie Schwarz is between them with her arms around each of them. <br />
from left to right behind them:<br />
Debbie Gilbert, Kim Schwarz, Jay Gilbert, Carson Gilbert, Dana Schwarz, Darcy Gilbert<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Lavinia Grace Gilbert Schwarzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11823785748781081917noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096325387830972617.post-88808903737026967102011-03-24T11:08:00.000-07:002011-03-24T11:58:40.578-07:00Birthday Bio -- Granwilla -- Wilhelmina "Willa" Truman (Sale) Gilbert 1887-1986<ul><li>We called her Granwilla. </li>
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</ul><ul><li>She was christened <i>Wilhelmina Truman Sale </i>at St. Paul's Episcopal Church in San Rafael<i>.</i> </li>
</ul><ul><li>She liked to be called Willa. </li>
</ul><ul><li>She was born in San Rafael, 24 March 1887, the youngest of 4 daughters born to Elizabeth Anne "Annie" Walton and William Truman Sale. </li>
</ul><ul><li>Her name is a dead give away that they had given up on having a son.</li>
</ul><ul><li>Her parents were English immigrants from Warwickshire who met and married in Marin County, California.</li>
</ul><ul><li>Just one English relative, her mother's sister Eva (Martha Evangeline Walton Harbord), came to the US to visit, but she was a pen pal with her cousins in England though she never went there. Aunt Eva from England is on the left below, Annie next to her. Willa is 2nd from the right with sister Kit's arm around her. Sister Eva is in front. Unidentified male friend in the middle, and the Marin hills in the distance.</li>
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<ul><li>Her cousin, Tom Hackett's daughter, Winnie (Hackett) Miles renewed the family connection when in the 1960's she came to Berkeley to visit her son, Roger Miles who was at Cal as a visiting math professor. Willa loved Winnie who eventually stayed for weeks with her. I met Tom in Chippingnorton, England in 1966 and stayed with Winnie and Leonard Miles at <i>Haverigg</i>, their beautiful home and garden on Burford Road. Our extended families are still in touch -- Walton, Miles, Hackett, Boddington, Gilbert, and more.</li>
</ul><ul><li>She played the violin beautifully -- both in an early symphony in Marin County and in a string quartet in Berkeley that played regularly on the radio. As a girl she took a ferry to San Francisco for lessons.</li>
</ul><ul><li>She came by her musicality naturally. Her mother's uncle, Willam Thomas Atkin, was a pianoforte maker in London. Her sister, Eva, taught voice and sang in Alameda. Her son (our dad) studied and performed under Eva's guidance, and was in the Cal glee club with his trained baritone/bass voice (he was a policeman in Pirates of Penzance). </li>
</ul><ul></ul><ul><li>Her family moved to Alameda when she was in college and she remembered the 1906 earthquake with seriousness. The family slept in the downstairs living room for days during the worst of the aftershocks. She walked to catch her ferry to go to classes at Cal where she was a sophomore but was told at the dock that all the male students were in San Francisco fighting the fire and classes were cancelled.</li>
</ul><ul><li>She graduated from the University of California at Berkeley in 1908, and could read Latin until her death at 99 in Orinda. She asked me in 1968 when I graduated if the senior girls still wore white every day of senior week.</li>
</ul><ul><li>She eloped with Louis Jules Gilbert 4 Feb 1911. They got married in her sister Kit's Stockton living room, then lived in the big Gilbert house in Alameda (as Louis' father demanded of both his elder sons and their wives) until she convinced Louis he could commute to San Francisco just as easily on the ferry from Marin County as from Alameda, and they moved to San Rafael where their children were born and raised.</li>
</ul><ul><li>She had two children in San Rafael -- our aunt Elizabeth Anne "Betty" Gilbert and our dad, John Baptiste Gilbert III. They eventually moved to Alameda then Berkeley. </li>
</ul><ul><li>She spent 45 years as a widow -- Louis died just before Christmas 1941 after lingering in a SF hospital with a failing heart. He never knew his grandchildren, us.</li>
</ul><ul><li>She played the piano almost as well as she played the violin. We could hear her as we walked up to her door on our visits.</li>
</ul><ul><li>She was the first person I knew who had a TV -- a huge wooden console with a tiny green screen.</li>
</ul><ul><li>She walked down many stairs from Eucalyptus Road to Star Grocery on Claremont Ave. in Berkeley to buy treats for her cat who was allowed to sleep on the center pancake grill on her gas stove.</li>
</ul><ul><li>She kept sourdough starter in her refrigerator, always. And brought sourdough biscuits to Thanksgiving. She also brought tomato aspic which I loved but my brothers did not.</li>
</ul><ul><li>She kept a box of wooden spools and shoelaces, and one noisemaker for us to play with in her kitchen nook though children were to be seen and not heard. I was a little afraid of her as a child.</li>
</ul><ul><li>She taught me to play solitaire. </li>
</ul><ul><li>She created a gorgeous garden which even had gladiolas, irises, and calla lilies streaming down the steep back hill beyond the curved paving stone patio, lawn and flowers. We could see and hear the Sacramento Northern Train come through the tunnel into Oakland from the backyard, and later could see Highway 24 winding its way east to the Caldecott Tunnel.</li>
</ul><ul><li>She pronounced the flower <i>impatiens </i>impottyens.</li>
</ul><ul><li>She had a high trilling tinkly laugh. </li>
</ul><ul><li>She came to dinner at Hacienda Circle every other Sunday night, and we always had leg of lamb. She had a tender gut and ate a limited number of things -- chicken, lamb, rice, aspic, sour dough biscuits, and occasionally a hot buttered rum. </li>
</ul><ul><li>She knit, sewed and designed her stylish clothes.</li>
</ul><ul><li>She carried herself with great dignity and was always trim. She took long daily walks well into her 90's.</li>
</ul><ul><li>She announced at 99 that her time had past, and she quietly stopped eating. </li>
</ul><ul><li>She died 8 May 1986.</li>
</ul><ul><li> She had two children, four grandchildren, seven great grandchildren, and now 15 great great grandchildren.</li>
</ul><ul><li>She has a beautiful great great granddaughter named for her, Willa Cerys Holt. </li>
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Happy Birthday, Granwilla. I'm still in awe of you.Lavinia Grace Gilbert Schwarzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11823785748781081917noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096325387830972617.post-15545617055406242011-02-12T09:40:00.000-08:002011-02-12T10:08:19.431-08:00Birthday Bio -- California Genealogical Society & Library -- 113 years old today<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">CGS is thriving.</span><br />
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</span></div>Lavinia Grace Gilbert Schwarzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11823785748781081917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096325387830972617.post-67037404596950536892011-02-04T16:37:00.001-08:002011-02-04T16:37:10.527-08:00The full article about the 1812 Hurricane<a href="http://journals.ametsoc.org/doi/pdf/10.1175/2010BAMS2937.1">http://journals.ametsoc.org/doi/pdf/10.1175/2010BAMS2937.1</a>Lavinia Grace Gilbert Schwarzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11823785748781081917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096325387830972617.post-51459048790980344472011-02-04T12:23:00.000-08:002011-02-04T12:23:09.258-08:00More on the hurricane of 1812<a href="http://www.history.navy.mil/library/online/hurricane_1812.htm">http://www.history.navy.mil/library/online/hurricane_1812.htm</a>Lavinia Grace Gilbert Schwarzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11823785748781081917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096325387830972617.post-77487159091205129302011-02-04T09:17:00.000-08:002011-02-04T09:17:59.019-08:00Geographer Recreates ‘The Great Louisiana Hurricane of 1812’<a href="http://www.newswise.com/articles/geographer-recreates-the-great-louisiana-hurricane-of-1812?sms_ss=blogger&at_xt=4d4c34b14ff736f0%2C1">Geographer Recreates ‘The Great Louisiana Hurricane of 1812’</a>Lavinia Grace Gilbert Schwarzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11823785748781081917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096325387830972617.post-27591982508607282632011-02-02T11:09:00.000-08:002011-02-02T11:09:22.249-08:00Countdown to the 150th anniversary of the beginning of the Civil War<a href="http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/02/01/women-at-war/?ref=opinion">http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/02/01/women-at-war/?ref=opinion</a><br />
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Despite, or maybe because of, what I wrote below in the Birthday Bio for Lavinia Murdoch (Bruce) Cresap, I've avoided Civil War histories. I become melancholy just thinking of it. <br />
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One week from today will mark the anniversary of the establishment of the Confederate States of America one hundred and fifty years ago. Perhaps it's time to begin to learn more. This article is a nice start. Women and literature -- one window in.Lavinia Grace Gilbert Schwarzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11823785748781081917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096325387830972617.post-13311356126629110252011-02-01T14:48:00.001-08:002011-02-01T14:55:58.875-08:00New online today! Baptismal registers for St. Louis Cathedral New Orleans for Free People of Color and slaves 1777-1801<pre wrap=""><a href="http://www.archdiocese-no.org/archives/sfpc.php">http://www.archdiocese-no.org/archives/sfpc.php</a> </pre><pre wrap=""></pre><pre wrap=""></pre><pre wrap="">The registers are divided into 5 year groups. Two links are provided for each year group,
• the first link being to an index of sorts (either chronological or alpha-chronological by the first letter of the name),
• the second link being the actual images of the registers.
The registers for whites were maintained separately by the church and are NOT included on the website. But whites are frequently mentioned in the entries either as being owners of various slaves, or as godparents to the infants being baptized.
</pre>Lavinia Grace Gilbert Schwarzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11823785748781081917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096325387830972617.post-86639888861940495062011-01-20T09:12:00.000-08:002011-01-20T11:02:51.982-08:00Birthday Bio: Lavinia Murdoch Bruce born Jan 20th 1850 -- died March 16th 1886<h3 class="post-title entry-title"><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> Losing children wasn’t the only tragedy to hit this family. Although Dad was a successful lawyer, they lived in Cumberland, Maryland, and Maryland attempted neutrality during the Civil War. This guaranteed armies sweeping back and forth laying waste to the area. It also guaranteed brothers fighting against brothers. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Lavinia’s father was a staunch Union man, and one of her uncle's was Col. Robert Bruce, Union. But her aunt, Elizabeth Bruce, married Col. Walter Gwynn of the Confederacy and they were stuck in the siege of Vicksburg. After the Civil War, another uncle, Upton Scott Bruce, despite being married and having had 9 children before the war, spent the rest of his life alone in a wild state. According to Charles E. Hoye in his article on the Bruce Family in "Garrett County History of Pioneer Families" in the "Mountain Democrat" of Oakland, MD September, 1937 Upton Bruce, Jr. "led a half wild life in the woods east of Oakland until some ten years after the Civil War. How or why he came to this condition we do not know, but old residents of Oakland remember that Upton Bruce used to live with Lewis Thompson in winter, his board and clothes supplied by relatives in Cumberland. But in summer he would go out into the woods, build himself a little shelter and spend the days roaming in the woods; so he lived a harmless but useless life, shy of adult company but willing to talk to the curious boys who sought his retreat and marveled to see his long hair and beard and ragged clothes. His most faithful friend was Eli Trudy, a former Bruce slave who resided in Oakland after the Civil War. Old Eli did what he could for "Marse Upton", taking to him newspapers and food at intervals. - So ended the history of the Bruce's at Ryan's Glade."</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">The emotional effect of the Civil War on Lavinia’s family is impossible to know, but events around her were dramatic. When she was 13, Stonewall Jackson's brigade rode through Cumberland on its way to Gettysburg, and Lavinia's 16 year old brother, Maynadier Thistle Bruce, ran away from his Union supporting father, took a horse and joined the Confederates. He stuck with them, eventually joining McNeil’s Rangers, and afterwards settling in Texas. Many of Maynadier's escapades were written up in <i>Four Years In the Stonewall Brigade</i>, published in 1893 by John O. Casler.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">After their marriage, Lavinia #2 and Robert returned to his home in Cincinnati, Ohio where they lived for 11 years. They had five children. The first, another Robert Jr., died at 5 months. The 2nd child was our grandfather, Andrew Bruce Cresap. The 3rd, Eloise Josephine Cresap lived into her 40’s but, sadly, died a suicide. Her unhappy marriage to Charles B. Weltner, also was said to have been arranged. The 4th child of Lavinia and Robert, James Henry Cresap, died at 8. Lavinia didn’t mourn these two children because she was already dead when they died. She did not survive the birth of her 5th child. He was a 3rd Robert James Cresap, jr., and he died one day after birth. Lavinia #2 lingered for 4 more days, and died in Cincinnati, Ohio aged </span>36 years, one month and 25 days.<br />
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</span>Lavinia Grace Gilbert Schwarzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11823785748781081917noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096325387830972617.post-22495857153425846302010-12-16T17:41:00.000-08:002011-01-15T14:03:10.176-08:00JBG III about age 2, San Rafael, California<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</a></div>Lavinia Grace Gilbert Schwarzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11823785748781081917noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096325387830972617.post-1662506208537501792010-06-17T19:22:00.000-07:002011-01-15T14:12:50.817-08:00Heading for Hillmorton -- the planWe'll be meeting on 4th of July in Hillmorton, which was a village but is now part of Rugby, Warwickshire, England. "We" are whoever of the descendants of James Walton and Sarah Favel Atkin want and can come. We'll share a midday meal at Badseys Bistro http://www.badseys.co.uk/ which has a menu to please even the most foodie Northern Californian. The Bistro sits right by the Oxford Canal at the Hillmorton locks. The Vicarage of St. John the Baptist, a mid 13th century church, is a few humdred feet across the canal. And that is where Annie Walton and her five silblings were born and raised.<br />
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</div>Her mother died at 31 when Ida May was five. Her father remarried and she was close to her half sisters. Ida, like her mother, would die young leaving small children, including a five year old daughter, Grace, who would become our grandmother, Pi. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On New Year's Day 1879 Ida May married a school teacher, Charles Eber Arnold, who was born and raised on a farm nearby. He was well over six feet tall, she was tiny. He could hold an arm straight out, and she could walk under it. I have a dress of hers in a trunk. It is very small. Charles, alas, was not bound for success, though my mother said when she met him the one time, she thought him very handsome.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">The young couple had a son, Eber Thomas, born on 16 Nov 1879. He lived only 8 months. They moved to Johnstown, Licking County Ohio where their 2nd child, Charles Garfield was born 17 March 1881, but husband Charles wanted to try his hand at sheep ranching in Kansas so the family headed west. A daughter, Elizabeth was born 11 Feb 1884 somewhere in Kansas, perhaps in Fall River where they settled long enough to have two more children, Grace (our grandmother, Pi) born 11 March 1886, and Clyde born 1 April 1889.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTb0S9ZS-39WKFKCdGy94evRZXR5I5lsMrNLA73T7AFcbgBJ40NishnF4J75bku4wV6Gtty297fw9jV-UAwkmAYv2EhzH-0101jzgVPSO_XGiQtljtiDeZaTiIoipxbflkrSB6g1NYUg9e/s1600/IdaRees'children.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTb0S9ZS-39WKFKCdGy94evRZXR5I5lsMrNLA73T7AFcbgBJ40NishnF4J75bku4wV6Gtty297fw9jV-UAwkmAYv2EhzH-0101jzgVPSO_XGiQtljtiDeZaTiIoipxbflkrSB6g1NYUg9e/s320/IdaRees'children.jpg" /></a></div><br />
clockwise from left: Elizabeth, Charles Garfield, Grace, and Clyde.<br />
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Not only did the sheep not thrive, but Ida May sickened and returned to Ohio where she died at the home of a sister on 15 June 1891. The Eureka, Kansas newspaper, the Democratic Messenger noted on July 3rd, page 2 column 6 <i> "Mrs. C.E. Arnold died in Ohio."</i> After her death, Charles put the children in and out of orphanages when he felt unable to care for them.<br />
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Grace, "Pi"<br />
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Pi said the years in the orphanage were the happiest years of her childhood -- although her father taught her to read, he had a heavy hand, used her as a servant, didn't comb her hair, or provide her with shoes, baths, or regular meals. Both her brothers ran away -- Clyde as a young teenager who was never seen again. Older brother Charles Garfield surfaced in Utah married to a beautiful Mormon woman, Maud Winget, with whom he had four children before they divorced. He wrote a sad letter to her late in life regretting their parting. Elizabeth died a tragic death just after WWII -- an impoverished woman living in a single occupancy hotel in Oakland, she believed her son was coming home from the War so she climbed the hills of San Francisco to watch for his ship. She had been told that his ship sank near the Philippines just two weeks before the war ended, but she didn't believe he was lost. Pi was eventually taken under the wing of one of her father's sisters (I think it was Ada Orilla Arnold) and entered the Miami Valley Nursing School where she completed a three year course to became a certified RN.<br />
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Pi, a proud RN <br />
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Charles Eber Arnold married a 2nd time after Ida May died but he had no more children. The one time my mother and her siblings met their grandfather, it was after Pi and Grandad had returned from the Philippines. Mom was about 13. Charles was then living in Los Angeles (where he is buried) and working as an auto upholsterer. He had no interest in knowing his daughter, Grace, or any of her children and they never saw him again.<br />
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Ida May Rees Arnold's young death changed everything.<br />
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28 July 1847 Louisiana Courier, p 3<br />
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On the 26th inst. in the parish of Point Coupee, JAMES WILLIAM CRESAP, aged about 30 years a resident of this city. His friends and acquaintances are requested to attend his funeral this afternoon at 5 o'clock, from his late residence on Constance street, between Richard street and Felicity road, without further notice.<br />
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They boarded the S.S. Brittanic in Liverpool and sailed to New York where they arrived 30 September 1876. <br />
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After Annie settled in the United States, she wrote to her family for the rest of her life, but never saw England again. She met a fellow English immigrant in San Rafael, Marin County, California, Joseph Truman Sale. She married him in 1878 and stayed put. They had four daughters, the youngest my Grandmother, Willa Truman Sale. Granwilla was penpals with her cousins in England but never met them. In 1966 when I first visited England I met her first cousin, Tom Edward Hackett at the home of his daughter, Winnie (Hackett) Miles. Winnie's son, Roger Miles, had been a math professor at Cal, and when Winnie visited him, she contacted Granwilla and re-started the family connection. Since then, my parents, Jack and Lavinia Gilbert, my nieces, Debbie and Darcy Gilbert, my daughter Kim Schwarz, our English cousin Jim Hackett and his son Colin, cousin Gillian Miles and Roger, as well as Maurice and Gillian Walton and their daughters Kate and Liz, and Tony Walton's family, and Maurice's sister, Diana and her husband Mark and their daughter -- and others I'm probably neglecting -- have met here in the U.S. and there in England on numerous occasions. <br />
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So this July 4th in Hillmorton where Annie and her siblings were born and raised, those who can will meet again.<br />
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We're heading to Hillmorton!<br />
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But for this year's 104th anniversary of that fateful day I'm going to tell of my Uncle "Owl" Kohn (Al, but he wore great square glasses and looked like and was called Uncle Owl). He was married to Kate Gilbert, our dad's aunt, and they threw the glorious Christmas Eve party all the years of the my childhood.<br />
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Uncle Owl was almost five years old the night the quake struck, and usually he slept on a cot in the attic near where the chimney rose through the roof, but that night he had gone to bed and a mouse had scurried across the floor of his room and scared him. So he crept down to his sister's room and begged her to let him sleep there. <br />
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The quake hit at 5:13 a.m. and leveled their chimney. If Albert had been sleeping in his bed, he would have been killed. All his life he said, "I was saved by a mouse."<br />
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The Kohn family lived for awhile in a makeshift tent city at the Marina that survivors set up while they watched the fires burn then rebuilt their homes.<br />
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Al's father, Bernard Kohn, was Secretary of the Luxembourg Benevolent Society, and received an official offer of help for Luxembourgians from the Netherlands Embassy.<br />
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<i> His Ex. Mr. Eyschew, Minister of State of the Grand Duchy of Luxemburg, requests me to see you in regard to extending in the name of his Government, some financial aid to such of your countrymen who are momentarily in distress as a result of the terrible calamity of April 18th last.</i><br />
<i> Would it be convenient for you to call on me in Oakland so that we could talk the matter over any day or hour (including evenings) provided you let me know before hand so that I can act accordingly, will suit me! </i><br />
<i> Awaiting your answer</i><br />
<i>I am, Dear Sir,</i><br />
<i> your’s very truly,</i><br />
<i> [Wolf Marsils]</i><br />
<i> Consul for the Netherlands</i>Lavinia Grace Gilbert Schwarzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11823785748781081917noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096325387830972617.post-38509489340160816652010-04-17T13:22:00.000-07:002011-01-15T14:17:30.220-08:00Our legacy -- Honoring Confederate History Month -- with Ta-Nehisi CoatesKeep in mind, if our ggrandmother Martha (Bauduc) Cresap had not lived in Cincinnati, Ohio, but across the river in Kentucky, despite having been a free person color from birth, she could have been sold down the river any time. <br />
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<i>The Rise and Triumph of the One-drop Rule</i>, a book by Frank W. Sweet documents the legal cases that defined the rules in various states over time.<br />
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<i>Genealogists were the first to learn that America’s color line leaks. Black researchers often find White ancestry. White genealogists routinely uncover Black ancestry. Molecular anthropologists now confirm Afro-European mixing in our DNA. The plain fact is that few Americans can truly say that they are genetically unmixed. Yet liberals and conservatives alike agree that so-called Whites and Blacks are distinct political “races.” When did ideology triumph over reality? How did America paint itself into such a strange corner?</i><br />
<i>Americans changed their concept of “race” many times. Eston Hemings, Jefferson’s son, was socially accepted as a White Virginian because he looked European. Biracial planters in antebellum South Carolina assimilated into White society because they were rich. Intermarried couples were acquitted despite the laws because some courts ruled that anyone one with less than one-fourth African ancestry was White, while others ruled that Italians were Colored. Dozens of nineteenth-century American families struggled to come to grips with notions of “racial” identity as the color line shifted and hardened into its present form.</i><br />
<i>This 542-page book tells their stories in the light of genetic admixture studies and in the records of every appealed court case since 1780 that decided which side of the color line someone was on. Its index lists dozens of 19th-century surnames. It shows that: The color line was invented in 1691 to prevent servile insurrection. The one-drop rule was invented in the North during the Nat Turner panic. It was resisted by Louisiana Creoles, Florida Hispanics, and the maroon (triracial) communities of the Southeast. It triumphed during Jim Crow as a means of keeping Whites in line by banishing to Blackness any White family who dared to establish friendly relations with a Black family. This analysis of the nearly 300 appealed court cases that determined Americans’ “racial” identity may be the most thorough study of the legal history of the U.S. color line yet published."</i><br />
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The parts I've read have been instructive, astounding, and heart breaking. We all carry this load.<br />
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Ida May Rees born 24 May 1855 in Groveport, Franklin co. Ohio died 15 June 1891 in Ohio at the home of her sister. She married Charles Eber Arnold 1 Jan 1879 in Franklin co. They had five children: Eber Thomas (who died at 8 months), Charles Garfield, Elizabeth, Grace "Pi", and Clyde (who was one when he lost his mother).<br />
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Elizabeth and Ida May, mother and daughter, are both buried in Walnut Hill cemetery, Hamilton township, Franklin County, Ohio.Lavinia Grace Gilbert Schwarzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11823785748781081917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096325387830972617.post-55685442959911757732010-04-05T19:14:00.000-07:002010-04-06T03:54:21.547-07:00Tombstone Tuesday -- new mysteries from Find-A-Grave<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI3EQYJxDU2NYTwhdx95IGPmdw7A0Shxc7nNDa7NVj2CWbnixzdLDYuf7Dl_xGI6A6__357UsvEdR6BxbJ5XDLGWYOqi3cbpywqdsyRemsequdn0ZHJr8MwJr-R2vMtS70v2M0CQbU03oA/s1600/Lavinia+Murdock+Thistle+Bruce.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI3EQYJxDU2NYTwhdx95IGPmdw7A0Shxc7nNDa7NVj2CWbnixzdLDYuf7Dl_xGI6A6__357UsvEdR6BxbJ5XDLGWYOqi3cbpywqdsyRemsequdn0ZHJr8MwJr-R2vMtS70v2M0CQbU03oA/s320/Lavinia+Murdock+Thistle+Bruce.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>It's always good to check back with active websites. Find-A-Grave as of today has 44 million graves recorded. It even has a photo of my namesake, Lavinia Murdoch (Thistle) Bruce's tombstone -- she was the first of us four Lavinias. I knew she was there in Mt. Hope Cemetery in San Diego, but haven't yet managed a visit. She spent her last widowed years in San Diego living with her youngest daughter, Grace (Bruce) German and son-in-law, Martin German. I live with some of their furniture and the portraits of Lavinia's grandparents (Daniel Cresap Jr. and Elizabeth Swearingen) which she brought to with her to California from Maryland. Grace was the aged aunt who banged her cane on the floor and demanded my mother come up and listen to her stories of family. She intoned, "You're so proud of your Cresap heritage, but they were nothing. It is your Bruce family you should be proud of." My mother always regretted she didn't really listen to the stories.<br />
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I did NOT know until I saw this tombstone that Lavinia Murdoch Bruce nee Thistle is buried with a J. Byers Smith and a Rosamond Windsor Bruce. I don't yet know who they are, and I thought I was pretty up on this family. I am indebted to the photographer who posted this on the web, he reminds me that there is so much more to learn.<br />
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Lavinia Murdoch Thistle b. 2 April 1817 in Cumberland, Allegany, Maryland, d. 17 August 1896 in San Diego, California, m. 1 Nov 1842 by the Rev. Mr. A. Samuel Buel, Episcopal Minister to Henry Magruder Bruce (b. 10 July 1808 in Allegany County, d. 15 Sept 1865 Cumberland). Lavinia was the 5th child of 12 -- a daughter of Thomas J. Thistle (a Scots-Irish immigrant) and Julianna Cresap of Cumberland.Lavinia Grace Gilbert Schwarzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11823785748781081917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096325387830972617.post-13888708474146812072010-04-03T20:46:00.000-07:002011-01-15T14:19:38.235-08:00Easter 1952 at Hacienda Circle<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Easter was new clothes, white gloves, an egg hunt at dawn, church, leg of lamb with Granwilla, and an egg war with confetti-filled eggshells. We saved the shells for weeks -- ate many scrambled-egg meals so we could put a pin prick on one end of a raw egg, and chip out tiny hole on the other, then blow the raw white and yolk out to keep the shell. We dyed the eggs pink, yellow, lavender, and blue then stuffed confetti inside. What a war we had. After the egg hunt, we snuck up on one another and smashed eggs down on each others' heads. We lobbed confetti-filled eggs across the yard. Mom brought this tradition from her Spanish imbued Philippine childhood. How she laughed with joy as we cavorted.<br />
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Happy Easter family.Lavinia Grace Gilbert Schwarzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11823785748781081917noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096325387830972617.post-47963344512639600712010-03-29T17:54:00.000-07:002010-03-29T17:54:32.849-07:00Tombstone Tuesday. Pi's mother, Ida May (Rees) Arnold 1855-1891 Ohio<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWVeoZOTybvCQyEZwUNFDtY3UDHCbyGqwlZ17Oj4Qhd7feJvUgu54-9cPmnnnU8d4LlLzx0v-QW_rT6YDeM1jbH-E_cFH2w3ffUVoKFN49uGWULf5GtBZ9pGllqTAhyphenhyphenlPs4X2p27WGjIa3/s1600/tombstone.IdaReesArnold.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWVeoZOTybvCQyEZwUNFDtY3UDHCbyGqwlZ17Oj4Qhd7feJvUgu54-9cPmnnnU8d4LlLzx0v-QW_rT6YDeM1jbH-E_cFH2w3ffUVoKFN49uGWULf5GtBZ9pGllqTAhyphenhyphenlPs4X2p27WGjIa3/s320/tombstone.IdaReesArnold.JPG" /></a></div>Walnut Hill Cemetery, Hamilton township, Franklin County, Ohio. My great grandmother who died when my Grandmother "Pi" was five.<br />
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Ida May(Rees) Arnold left four children. She was the daughter of a successful farmer but her husband, Charles Eber Arnold, did not do so well. He was first a teacher, then took her (with her inheritance) to Kansas to farm sheep. That's where my grandmother, Grace Arnold, and her younger brother, Clyde, were born in Fall River, Greenwood County.<br />
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After Ida May's death at 36, her widower put his four children in and out of orphanages as he moved on. Pi said those were the happier times for her because they didn't beat you in the orphanage. When she was 16 she told her father, "Next time you hit me, I'll go out on the porch and scream for all the neighbors to hear," and he didn't hit her again. His sister steered her to Miami Valley nursing school where she became an RN. But when, years later, Pi brought her children to meet her father -- in the late 1920's when he was living in Los Angeles with his second wife -- he didn't care to know her or his grandchildren. My mother (who was 13 when she met her grandfather) said he was very tall and very handsome and utterly uninterested. They never saw him again. <br />
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Sadly, Clyde ran away when he was about 13 and no one ever knew what happened to him. Pi's older sister, Elizabeth, had one son (her story next Tombstone Tuesday) and died in grief over his WWII death. Oldest brother Charles Garfield Arnold, married a beautiful woman, Maud Winget, and had four children. But their marriage floundered over family and religious differences, and he regretted the loss bitterly. We have a very sad letter he wrote to her. <br />
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Pi used to say to me, "Vinnie, you just never know what will happen in this world." She surely knew.Lavinia Grace Gilbert Schwarzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11823785748781081917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096325387830972617.post-78530339717928034532010-03-22T10:48:00.000-07:002011-01-15T14:20:37.462-08:00Monday Map -- modern road maps yield clues to the past<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Granwilla's mother (Elizabeth Anne "Annie" Sale nee Walton) was born and raised in Hillmorton, Warwickshire, England. Annie came to California in 1876 as a lady's maid. In San Rafael she met and married William Truman Sale (also an English immigrant). None of her siblings left England, and the family has kept in touch for 138 years.<br />
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Annie's father. James Walton, and her grandfather, William Walton, worked on the <b>Oxford Canal</b>, a 78 miles long narrow canal in central England linking Oxford with Coventry via Banbury and Rugby. When the railroad came through, Annie's father switched jobs and her brothers became life long RR men. The Walton family lived for many years in Hillmorton's St. John the Baptist parish house (the vicar prefering his much nicer place down the road).<br />
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A modern English road map circles St. John the Baptist for us and shows its proximity to the canal and the RR tracks. The map also allows us to see how the once self-contained town of Hillmorton became part of a sprawling Rugby<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnwQk702iok1e9wnZNaGXA1blHqN_kJ_G8q-A6BkDXc-XHftjDYnLfgq8XudHo4Y-0j_EACvx2OaEh-HFhcfvN148pYrWqNaHkWeiV641nonTnL-bKOhUiAEZQi5RNqodNTP_NoFhyphenhyphen12Cf/s1600-h/Walton.Hillmorton.Rugbymap2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">Our Waltons never lived more than 200 yards from a canal or a railroad. I marked in yellow both the Hillmorton rectory house and the street they moved to in Rugby to be near the train depot.</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnwQk702iok1e9wnZNaGXA1blHqN_kJ_G8q-A6BkDXc-XHftjDYnLfgq8XudHo4Y-0j_EACvx2OaEh-HFhcfvN148pYrWqNaHkWeiV641nonTnL-bKOhUiAEZQi5RNqodNTP_NoFhyphenhyphen12Cf/s320/Walton.Hillmorton.Rugbymap2.jpg" /></div><br />
In 2006 cousin Jim Hackett and I visited the houses where our Walton family was enumerated on the 1851, 1861, 1871, 1881, and 1891 English censuses. It was a grand day.<br />
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Modern canal boats at Hillmorton wharf.<br />
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An old map showing how the Oxford canal was straightened back in the day<br />
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Note: apologies to the authors of both the new and old maps -- I found them early in my genealogical days and neglected to note the sources, not a mistake I would make now.Lavinia Grace Gilbert Schwarzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11823785748781081917noreply@blogger.com0