LADIES of 1898 YOUR “TROUBLES” ARE OVER. Because, you know, WINE.
Found in the Kansas City Star, Sunday November 6, 1898, Page 20 and everywhere fine alcoholic female products are sold.
The horrific story was one that not only took over the New York area, but from the large number of newspaper reports found over at Chronicling America in 1912, it spread across the country.
I do not wish to go into the details of the murder, and while it didn’t need any additional outrage to remain in the public’s eye, the case was fueled on by the facts that a local girl lied to the police about witnessing her that day and also by the subsequent suicide of her murderer.
But, one thing I found intriguing was the piece of reporting at right, taken from The Evening World, July 9, 1912 edition.
In the center of the long and detailed article, they reported: Read More | Comments
From the Boston Transcript
We are glad to note that so many societies and orders of to-day are searching historical genealogy, not to find that the average American’s veins contain a minute drop of royal or noble blood transmitted from England, but in the spirit of preserving the memory of the great though humbly worked out deeds of our ancestors in the gloomy obscurities of the colonies in their forest-shadowed days. Pride in descent from men of the type of our early colonists is, we hold, entirely consistent with our democratic institutions. They were the pioneer Americans, men who under great discouragement and with vast labor planted strong and deep the foundations of the commonwealth. It is worth while to make this fact plan to our present population. There were great men before Agammemnon and there was a powerful country here built up by men of the Anglo-Saxon race before the great immigration movement of fifty years ago began.
New York Times, Mar 15, 1896, Page 5.
On my two hour round trip commute each day, I often take a few mental minutes to go over my research and think about things I might have missed or alternate ways of obtaining information. I also think about birds. and Fudge Town cookies.
Whatever happened to those? sigh. *Ahem.*
Well, on Monday it occurred to me that after receiving my great-grandmother Annie McDonald Tierney’s death certificate from the NYC Municipal archives, I had never looked into the possibility that there may be records left from the undertaker who took care of her.
That thought led me to yet another research coincidence – although it is more of a “Hmm, that’s odd” than “Wahoo! Found more useful info!”
Last year I had looked up the undertaker on my great-grandfather’s certificate and it looked like the company was still in business. Unfortunately they did not respond to my message via their web site, so I need to trek over there and talk with a live person. (Because at a funeral home, talking to the other people doesn’t help much.)
So, a quick look at GGM Annie’s certificate told me that the undertaker was one Joseph M. Mulligan of 617 East 138th Street. Read More | Comments