Personal Pedigree welcomes….
We are pleased to introduce to you a new addition to the team. She is Danielle Noblet – but she is fondly called Dani.
She brings to us much enthusiasm, skills in internet marketing and a love for solving mysteries. Dani is new to the subject of genealogy but is already digging up family histories and we are so happy to have her with us.
Here are her own words on why she joined the team:
“I inherited my dad’s love of history from a young age. Investigating people’s family history is so rewarding because of the substance it can add to someone’s life to know the stories of those that came before them. Personally, I have benefited from family history books and I’m proud to join Lisa at Personal Pedigree and spreading the love.”
We are in the thick of several familly histories, hot on the trail to tracking down those family mysteries, translating old letters and are having a blast.
We have also branched out quite a bit into using DNA to track down birth families and also to add certainty to being on a correct trail even if the people in the tree are known. DNA is also a good tool to use when you run into those inevitable brick walls.
As always, the goal is to strengthen relations and the family unit. Dani fits in perfectly!
Welcome to the team, Dani!
Lisa
Using DNA to solve a family mystery
DNA is, from a genealogical viewpoint, the “glue” or “proof” one needs in solving a real family mystery.
The photo at left is my maternal Grandpa – Henry Stevenson. He was a foundling – that is, an infant who is found after its unknown parents have abandoned it. He was born in California in 1905 and was, to my knowledge found somewhere in California and turned over to an orphanage. He was, per records to hand, found within a day after his birth.
There are plenty of mysteries surrounding all the circumstances, but my Grandpa, who passed away in 1973, had always wanted to know who his birth parents were. I grew up hearing all his many ideas of who they might be. He was, at one point, the Captain of Police for the City of Inglewood in California in the 1940s. According to him, he went to the orphanage where he had been and discovered that there had been a fire and no records for him existed as they had burnt up.
I did find the original court records, which were stored in the Huntington Library, for his adoption in 1906 and they listed his parents as unknown. Date of birth unknown. No place of birth listed. The couple who adopted him (Henry Harrison and Mary Stevenson) had had him living with them for some months prior to the final adoption. I did find that Mary had been making donations to a local orphanage society and therefore was likely to have gotten Grandpa through that society. This society collected abandoned children and found them homes.
Here is a portion of one page of his adoption proceedings which tells the tale:
Since I could find no clues there, my next step was DNA. I got as many blood relatives that I could to take a DNA test. Some for inclusion and some for exclusion. My mother and her brother had passed away by this time.
The only DNA samples who would share for sure my Grandpa’s DNA were mine and my two brothers. For exclusion purposes, I got my Dad’s DNA. I also got cousins on my mother’s mother’s side – they could be used for exclusion as well. Not a perfect system due to the randomness of how DNA is passed, but what I had to work with.
As Grandpa had had several ideas of who his parents could be, I checked into every one of them first. Physically, they could have been possible, but there was no DNA matches to support any of these stories. I discarded them one by one. Without all the DNA samples I would have just never gone any further.
Then I started making lists of those who shared DNA with my siblings and I but who did not share DNA with my Dad’s side of the family or my Maternal Grandmother’s side of the family. Next was comparing the trees of those who were likely blood relatives of my Grandpa to see where they connected using surnames. From this, I started making test trees.
Fortunately, when using DNA in ancestry, you also get a quantitative amount which you can use to loosely predict the closeness of the match – e.g., 1st cousin, 3rd cousin, distant cousin, etc. This gives you where to look in someone’s tree for a possible match and where to place that possible relative in your test tree. Also having more than my own sample, I had more matches from my brothers as DNA is sometimes shared by one member and not others of the same family. When using DNA to solve a family mystery, the more samples gotten, the better.
I have done these steps many times to help people find their birth parents and other relatives. It helps greatly when you have live people to talk to.
Solving an old mystery where no one is alive to verify anything you find and where the story was likely covered up so many years ago, is a bit trickier. This leaves you with DNA and digging through records to whittle down the possibilities. You are helped greatly if you can find photos and old news articles.
If you are lucky, you will get DNA matches for 3rd cousins and closer. I was lucky in that regard. Not everyone posts a tree, makes their DNA easily accessible or is willing to help. However, when I explained that I was trying to solve the mystery for Grandpa, I got quite a bit of enthusiastic help. After many, many, and I mean many, hours of research, and with the help of a fantastic Historical Society volunteer, I believe I solved the mystery. I have also gained some new cousins, as well — all who are DNA matches and all helped with this. DNA does not lie. Family is family.
The story, as best as I can piece together was this:
William Schneckloth, a resident of Pomeroy, Washington, who was a Farmer, town Sheriff, fairly wealthy and who also owned race horses had recently had a betrayal by his wife of their marriage vows. Oma Tidwell, a young woman who was a servant in his home, likely caring for his two young children, and he had an affair. She got pregnant. To cover up this scandal and to save Oma’s reputation, a young man named Henry Hitchcock, was paid to marry her. As announced in the newspaper in Dec 1904, they went off to California for their wedding trip. My Grandpa was born during this trip and left on a doorstep. This is the article from that time.
My conclusion was reached after studying my DNA matches as well as the histories of all possible combinations of people involved. Quite a bit of thought went into it. Yes, it is possible that I have it wrong. However, there are many pieces of information that helped me come to this conclusion. So many that it would make this a booklet and not an article.
The above photo is of William Schneckloth on the left and my Grandpa as a boy on the right. The resemblance is remarkable. And here are two other eerie facts — my Grandpa grew up to be a Police Detective and then Captain of Police AND he then later worked at the Hollywood Park Race Track. Definitely not traits passed on by DNA.
Like father, like son?
Do not be afraid to communicate!
One big lesson I learned in 1980, was to communicate. I always ask myself first: “why not”? And I think of a 20/20 TV show from the Spring of 1980 which featured Frank Serpico. He was in America and was risking his life, being here and speaking out. I had admired him, his honesty and guts ever since I saw the movie about his story. I wrote the TV station and asked them to forward my letter to him letting him know I admired him for what he did (and no, I did NOT have him confused with Al Pacino).
A week or so later, I got a phone call from a man saying, “Hello, this is Paco….”. Now, THAT is another story for another time, but I had a very memorable day at a southern California beach and heard all about his sheepdog Alfie, who was still alive at that time.
Why am I bringing that up? Lesson: Communicate! Nothing to lose. Adventures await.
A little over two years ago, I was contacted by Maggie who lives in Northumberland, England asking me to help find a Danish sailor from World War II. He had been stationed in Newcastle at that time. Seems that this sailor, August Jensen, had fathered a son (born in 1945) with an English woman named Madge.
August had stayed in touch for a few years, but something happened where he stopped. Madge died not knowing what happened to him and the son grew up not even knowing what his father’s name was until he received a letter his mother wrote to be given to him upon her death. She told him what little she knew. Unfortunately, when she died in 1996, the chances of finding August were remote.
Now….back to communication…..
In January 2014 I wrote an article on finding Danish ancestors as I had just finished a job and had learned a lot and wanted to share my knowledge. In July 2014, a friend of Maggie’s who lives in Sweden told her about my article she saw on the Internet. Maggie, thinking I was in Denmark, thought perhaps I could help solve the family mystery. She was surprised to find I was an American, but nevertheless sent me every clue she had. Some letters, a photo and bits of other things. Not much. Hmmmm, I DO love a challenge!
Now finding a Danish sailor, unknown date or city of birth, with such a common name as August Jensen from World War II appeared daunting. In early 2015 I had August’s son and two of HIS adult children take DNA tests and I followed up every single possible lead. Nothing found that I could connect the dots with.
A week ago, I went back over every clue I could find. I started communicating. I wrote to a woman named Kirsten in Denmark who had a World War II veteran named August Jensen in her family. It turned out, it was not our August, but from one of the clues I sent her, she said to check into an August Jensen who was in another family. She spent many hours helping me research in Danish records. We found a family tree with that August in it.
I wrote to a Danish cousin (Martin) of the new August. Funnily, enough, he currently lives near London, England. However, he dug in and found more clues. Yep, this was the correct family. I now had a full name – August Ejner Jensen – AND birth date, birth place and his parents’ names! AND there were definite DNA matches amongst this family with my Northumberland friends. Now, I could connect those dots. A family tree was formed.
Wow!! On top of that, I found ANOTHER cousin in Denmark (Kjeld) who KNEW this August while he was growing up, and then, as Maggie said, “the flood gates opened”. We now have a huge Danish family, lots of talking and picture exchanging, stories galore, and a happy sailor’s son who now knows who his father was and what happened. There is closure and peace. You can feel it.
No, not everything about this story is happy, but that is not the point. This is an article to encourage open, honest and friendly communication. It is about not giving up. If you DO NOT take that chance and stick your neck out, you will never know. All these things are important in my line of work and in life.
And, as I sit here at my desk in northern Nevada, I am satisfied that I have restored another family. Nothing makes me happier….
Happy Holidays!
Lisa
PS – And as you can see, from the photo above (while in Northumberland), Maggie and I became friends for life!
Uniting families turns up an amazing story
I get great joy out of uniting families in my genealogical research. The trail of research is sometimes unbelievable in the way that things come together. I’m going to give you a brief run down of recent research I did that connected two half-sisters. They didn’t even know the other one existed before this. One lives in northern Nevada and the other lives in Western Australia – and how they’re sisters and how I found them goes like this:
I was hired by a women here in Nevada to help her find her family. She had never known her father and wanted to find out any information about him. In searching the internet, I stumbled upon a posting on an ancestry message board from 2001. It asked if anyone had any information about an Orville Bane. This was the name of my client’s father, so I wrote back to the email address at this post. I wasn’t sure if the email was still valid – as it had been 13 years since the post. I was pleasantly surprised when Sandra Smith from Queensland, Australia answered my email right way. All those long years ago, she had been trying to help another lady whose father was Orville Bane. We exchanged information about our clients back and forth, as well as what we knew of their possible common father. In comparing the one and only photo we have of Orville Bane, it is clear they are related. From everything we now know, we are convinced that they are half-sisters. We are looking for more records to show actual proof and may even end up using DNA to confirm. In the meantime, both of these women are very happy to have found each other.
It turns out the woman I originally contacted in Australia, Sandra Smith, has an amazing story of her own. She spent years searching for information about her birth-father, an American soldier stationed in Australia during World War II. Through an incredible string of events, she finally found what happened to him. The whole story of this amazing search and its conclusion can be found here. http://projecthomecoming.org/stories_JosephThompson.html It is an incredible tale, so check it out.
Sandra dedicates herself to helping others and uniting families and she is truly an incredible and caring individual. I am honored to call her my friend.
Lisa Hamilton
“A Taste of Family History” – Holiday Special
In celebration of this holiday season, which to my mind is a season that should bring families closer together, I am offering a “Taste of Family History” holiday special from now until the end of 2014.
This is my holiday gift so that you can give yourself, or someone you know, a taste of genealogy at a very affordable price. The special is 2 hours of genealogy research for $50.00. You never know what I might dig up in 2 hours!
I love introducing people to their family ancestry. I often find that once people get a taste of their family history, they get great joy out of finding out about their roots and the interesting stories that are there to be discovered.
You or the person you give this gift to, will receive any and all documents found in the 2 hours of research on a CD as well as a copy of the started family tree. It’s a unique gift of family for the holiday season.
Click on the RESEARCH PACKAGES tab in the menu above to purchase, or contact me via the WRITE ME tab in the above menu for more information.
Expansion at Personal Pedigree
In the interest of improving the quality of service to my clients (and also because I sort of like him and like working with him) my husband is officially joining the Personal Pedigree team.
Mark, or as I call him, “Hamilton”, has been working behind the scenes for some time. He is the one who designed and set-up my website in the first place and has been maintaining it over the years. He has contributed with ideas and postings and such – but he now is full-time taking over all administrative functions so I can concentrate on research.
This is very needed as there is a strong, grass-roots movement in society to build strong family ties, which means I have been having a heck of a time keeping up with all my research. And what better way to build strong family ties than to discover your roots? Read More…
Family of 96-year-old father united for first time
Persistence does pay off in finding a “lost” relative. Unless there are just no records whatsoever, you can always find a family member.
The recent and happy story goes like this (real names not given): Get the whole story here…