Saturday, May 2, 2009

Christmas in April

Christmas came to our house on Apr 30th this year.  Years ago, I saw the diary of my great grandfather, David Lewis Drew, in Copperopolis, California.  One of my older distant cousins had it in his possession.  He allowed me to take one photo of it and then sent me on my way.  When I developed the film, none of the photos on it were any good.  The film stock was bad from the factory.

David Lewis Drew's Diary When my cousin died, his attorney called and asked if I had anything coming to me.  I mentioned that my cousin said I could have the diary, but that was the end of the conversation.  I never heard from him again.

Last week, a second cousin in California found my website and sent me a note.  She'd had the diary in her possession since the death and had recently looked at it with renewed interest.  Searching the web, she found my family history website and sent me a note

Long story short.  The journal is sitting in front of me as I write this note.  I can't keep it but I'm touching it and will scan the pages.  They contain all my great grandfathers recorded thoughts during his first year in California during the tail end of the gold rush.  He left Plymouth, Massachusetts, sailed down around the Cape in a very long voyage and joined the rest of multitudes who were looking for their fortunes. 

Long ago, I transcribed the diary text from an old historical newsletter found in the Calaveras County Historical Society vaults.  It can be seen here

David Lewis Drew Two contiguous entries state that he finished the Bible and started reading it again the next night.  I love those two entries.

Over the years, several folks from around the country have contacted me about the diary.  Their ancestors are mentioned in its pages.  One of them is a professional genealogy speaker and uses my site and the entry about her great granduncle in her speeches.   I just talked to her and am going to send her a copy of the image for that page, etc.   She is as excited about it (her soon to be “held” treasure) as I am about my good fortune.

Looking at the names of great grandpa’s mining partner and other associates, I decided to find out who they were in life.  Two of the three men he partnered or worked with in the gold fields were his distant cousins!  In fact, his primary partner, Len Covington, was a distant cousin seven times over.  That happens when families live in the same area like Plymouth, Massachusetts for three hundred years before the descendants start to scatter around the world.  The other part-time partner was ‘only’ a cousin four times. 

Did these fellows decide to leave Plymouth for the wild and woolly gold fields in California together?  I’m trying to trace down any ship passenger records to see if they traveled together.  It was a very long trip across land and many of not most of the folks from Massachusetts who participated in the gold rush traveled went by ship.  Apparently, some of the intrepid young men opted to sail First Entry - David Lewis Drew Diarythrough the Gulf of Mexico and hike across Panama where they took passage on another ship to Sacramento. 

The remainder took the long journey south around the Cape of South America and then back up the west coast of the Americas to Sacramento.  No matter which path these folks took to find their fortunes, the trip was long and arduous. 

Now for the rest of the story...  Also in the package were a dozen photographs of David Drew's family in California.  Working from the smallest photo to the largest, I couldn't believe what I was seeing.  I think I have a photo of my brick wall ancestor, Thomas Farrar!  I've looked for him for over 50 years.  I can't prove it yet, but will spend considerable time trying to find out the truth behind the photo.

Next were photos of all of David's children except my grandfather (he ran away to Utah at age 16 and apparently was disinherited from the family).  

I was finally down to the last photo.   It is in the largest old mounting cover.   Opening the flaps, I found a photo of my father and aunt when they were youngsters.  It was obviously taken during at the same photo setting as a photo we have but none of the living descendants of my Utah Drew grandparents have ever seen this pose before.  It is in mint condition...  Wonderful...  AND I like the pose better…

I know a few of you have had similar experiences like this during your own ancestral quest and can appreciate my excitement. 

Christmas presents?  They are nothing.   It was Christmas at our home on April 30th.  The photos and diary are valued beyond price in my opinion.




Sunday, April 26, 2009

Spanish Flu of 1918 – 1920


With all of the news today of the outbreak of Swine Flu, my thoughts were drawn to stories my mother told me about her experience with the Spanish Flu in 1918 – 1920. 


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The Spanish Influenza or “La Grippe” (flu) was a pandemic that spread through almost every location on earth.   It was an indiscriminant killer, taking rich and poor, old and young victims.  Declared a crisis in March 1918 it continued in a pandemic state though June of 1920.  The total count of its victims ranged from 20 to 100 million people worldwide.


At my grandparents home in Utah, the family was quickly infected and were quarantined to their home.  Mom related that extended family and neighbors had to bring fresh food and milk to their doorstep and yell through the closed windows to alert the family to retrieve them after the benefactor backed away.  No face to face or touching contact could be allowed.

Their home only had two bedrooms but housed nine sick children, two sick parents and two sick grandparents.  She said that the children were put in two bed in the same room and laid out head to toe in alternating rows.  Most were too sick to stagger out to the outhouse and multiple honey buckets often littered  the floor.

Her grandparents were too ill to get up for weeks to help her desperately ill parents care for the children.  As one person would improve enough to rise from the bed, they would be replaced by one of the caretakers who was now too ill to stand. 

Their doors were marked with quarantine signs to keep people away.  Wearing masks, a few brave souls would break quarantine from time to time to clean up the home, do the washing and bring in prepared meals.  These actions violated the law and exposed the benefactor and their family to the illness too.

Fortunately, none of the family died although Mom’s description of their illness indicated that they often felt or looked like the walking dead.

Worldwide the situation was equally dire. 

Not only were the meager medical facilities stretched to the breaking point, the doctors and other medical personnel were also ill.

In almost all locations, people had to take care of themselves, neighbors, family and friends.  The medical system simply could not handle the enormity of the pandemic.

According to newspaper articles at the time, between 300,000 and 350,00 people had died in the United States in the three months spanning between September 15, 1918 and December 6th,  1918. 

An article in this posting goes on to state that the record keeping was poor and that the number probably exceeded that estimate.

The world was in a state of panic and  despair from not only the pandemic but the terrors of World War I.  A newspaper article dated 19 Nov 1918 stated that more people were dying in the United States from the flu than as U. S. soldiers fighting the Germans.

Victims were ordered by local authorities to not leave their homes.  Special deputies and health officials were authorized to enforce the orders in the hope that containment, no matter how brutal to the afflicted would help contain the pandemic.


Flu Toll 10 jan 1919 Davis County Clipper

Personnel and resources to bury the dead were stretched so severely that even small communities in rural Utah struggled to keep up. 

Public gatherings, like funerals, were outlawed.  If they were still alive, parents were frequently too ill to attend the burials of their  own children, spouses, parents, extended families and friends.  Indeed, attendance by more that a couple of family members was construed as a ‘gathering’ and hence fell under the penalty of the law.


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By January 1919, the death rate in the United States had increased to 19.6 per thousand individuals.  The corner had not yet been turned, but in ensuing months the number of new cases would begin to decrease.  Unfortunately, the flu frequently started to take the caretakers.  They were worn so low by exhaustion that any semblance of resistance in their immune systems was compromised.

By early March, 1919, the government inserted a constant stream of news articles alerting Americans that survivors of the flu were now coming down with Tuberculosis. 

Survivors bodies and immune systems had been sufficiently weakened to the point that yet another scurrilous disease had seized the opportunity to infect them. 

Despair and feelings of hopelessness spread around the world.  Illness upon illness afflicted mankind in addition to the terrors and destructions of war.

Of course, many flim-flam men came out of the woodwork with Patent Medicine cures.  Desperate to find anything to treat and prevent further illness drove millions to purchase and take these often toxic mixtures.

Governments told their citizens to not purchase patent medicines because they were a waste of money.  If people felt symptoms of the flu, they were instructed to have medical examinations several times a month and to “build up your strength with right living, good food and plenty of fresh air”.  “Become a fresh air crank and enjoy life” statements concluded the advice.

The U. S. Navy has created a website that details the impact of the Spanish Flu Epidemic on their branch of the military.  They noted that victims suffered from “pneumonia and fatal pulmonary complications” and that “they literally drowned in their own body fluids”.

Stanford University has written that the “Spanish Flu” or “La Grippe” was a global disaster.  They state that “the average life span in the US was depressed by 10 years” because of the extreme virulence of the flu.

Until reading the news of a possible pandemic today, I was felt far removed from the terrors that Mom described in her stories.  I had few to no reference points in my experience that allowed me to appreciate the scope and impact of the experience in her life.

Today, the CDC, calls the 1918 Influenza pandemic “The Mother of All Pandemics”.  No wonder the survivors were so abraised by the experience.  Quite frankly, I’m surprised that I haven’t read more references to it in my ancestors surviving notes and journals.  No doubt they were too busy working on their farms and in their homes to take time to record something that was such ‘common knowledge’ among everyone on the planet.


Spanish Flu victims Spanish flu ambulance


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When we are researching our lineage, we have to study their environmental and societal events and  conditions to really have any many of us have looked at our appreciation of their lives.   How many of us have looked at our records and quickly spotted an inordinate number of deaths in the families of our ancestors during the four years of the Spanish Flu pandemic?

Have we even considered the causes of the deaths and tried to envision combined impact of illness, war, stress and family deaths in the lives of our ancestors?

Lesson learned again.  Event timelines overlaid on the life spans of our ancestors should be studied in detail to aid in the creation of our research plans.  Failure to do so will severely impact our research success.


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In our own lives, let’s hope that the current Swine Flu outbreak won’t turn into the life altering event that will be overlooked by our descendants.   We need to regularly write in our journals and include the events of our lives with some supporting news articles and related information so our they have the reference points needed to envision our lives and times.


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