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Sunday

"The Book of Me, Written by You" - Grandparents

This is a journey of finding yourself and how your loved ones see you in their eyes. Further, this can be online and carried forward to share, if you wish, to future generations.

This is a journey of finding yourself and how your loved ones see you in their eyes. Further, this can be online and carried forward to share, if you wish, to future generations. - See more at: http://joannfitz.blogspot.com.au/2013/09/the-book-of-me-written-by-you-topic-1.html#sthash.2TuO2bVu.dpuf

The prompt for the week is:

Grandparents

The Brief:

What were their names?

Where were they from?

Were they related? – Cousins perhaps

Where were they born, another Country or state/area

Photos

What did they do?

Did you know them?

What was your relationship with them?
If you didn't know them have you researched about them?

Growing up, I saw many of my friends visit and be visited by their grandparents. I never gave it any thought to where mine were at that point. Its interesting how much we remember.

Grandfathers

On My Mother's side

My grandfather on my mother's side was Louis P Gauquie. He was born in Salisbury Mills, NY in September 1909. He lived on a dairy farm that his father owned. A census shows in 1930 he was a Painter for the railroad in New York. By 1940, he moved to Pike, PA had was married to my grandmother Janet and had 2 children. One of those children being my mother. He was a riveter on the railroad. In 1946, his father, Jules or Juluis, died and according to the will, Louis received about 2/3 of his father's estate which was split among each of the 5 children. According to my mother, the family seen nothing of this inheritance - it was spent on drinking, gambling and prostitutes. He lived in Pike, PA until about 1950, when they moved to Newburgh, NY where he worked as a plumber. In January 1975, he died according to the Social Security Death Index. I have heard that he died from falling off of ladder when he was cleaning out the gutters and from the complications of that he passed away. I have not proved this fact - its still something to be investigated. I do know that he is buried at the Calvary Cemetery in New Windsor, NY with his sister Florence.

As you can see, from 1950 until 1975, its a pretty big blank space for this relative. This is because I never met him (despite being born in 1972). In fact, he was never a subject that was brought up anytime. My mother still does not talk about him other to say that he was a drunk, gambler and was a very nasty man and because of that he wasn't to be talked about.

On My Father's side

In 1956

My grandfather on my father's side was Matthew Schmitz. I was told that he was born in Germany. I Linden, NJ in 1935 and he was living with a wife and son at the age of about 29. He was a painter in a New York State Hospital. About 1945, he was in the Army do know that he had a residence in Medical Corps according to my father. I do know in 1946, according to the Price and Lee Co's City Directory, he was living at 46 South Water Street, Newburgh, NY. At this point they owned Riverview Bar and Grill, which they lived above. In 1949, he worked for C-PLMCo (which I haven't been able to find anything about) and he was still living at the same address with my grandmother. By 1954, he lived in Old Blooming Grove Turnpike in New York and was working as a painter. In 1956, he was working at Stewart Air Force Base as a painter, and still living at the same address. In 1958, he moved to Old South Plank Road and he was still at the base. In 1967, he died at Castle Point, New York which is a veteran's hospital. I was told he died of complications of diabetes.

Again, you can see by the gaps in years in the information above, is a blank space. Like my other grandfather, this was another subject that was really never talked about by my father. My grandmother did talk about how he used to drink. She would go around the apartment and pour the alcohol down the drain and he would run from the room and go into another room where he had more alcohol hidden and start to drink while giggling. When she told me this growing up, I thought it was cute. Now years later, I think how sad it is he thought that was a huge drinking game. My main question is was he always like this or was the military responsible for making him this way? I have many more questions to ask my father regarding this topic.

Grandmothers

On My Mother's side

Her sister, Genvieve, but Janet looked very similar to this

My grandmother on my mother's side was Janet Jagodzinski. She was born on 10 May 1911 in Pennsylvania. Most of her childhood I'm not certain about due to not being able to find much on her. I know in 1935, she was married and living in Salisbury Mills, NY on her father in law's dairy farm. In 1936, she had her first child. In 1951-1954, according to a Newburgh, NY business directory, they are listed as living there. I know shortly after this, she was committed to a mental hospital in by her husband. From what I've been lead to believe, this was due to going through the change (or menopause). Everyone in the family says that she has "emotional issues" and is known as such.
Newburgh, NY

I have met this grandmother, which is my middle name, 3 times in my life. The first was in the institution, which she just sat there dazed and my mother went to talk to the nurses. The second time was to pick her up to spend a Thanksgiving at our house when I was about 8 or 9 (I think). That time, I sat next to her and she didn't say or do much throughout the day. I know sometimes she got a spark in her eyes when she looked at the kids (the younger kids - and my nieces and nephews - that were there). The last time was like the first time I described. Although, I was told to sit in the corner. Upon sitting in the corner, I could hear the nurses talking about my grandmother - about how nasty she is and how she broke some nurse's collarbone and arm. They were also discussing why her family was there. This is an issue in the family - no matter how many times my mother would give the nurse's contact information, they never used it. The next time we went to visit my grandmother had disappeared - vanished. Every now and then my mother did go back but the nurse's would not release any information even though my mother was next of kin for my grandmother.

I when I started the family history research, one thing that I did find on my search was that my grandmother had died in Newburgh, NY in September 1999. The sad part was we, my mother and I (until I married in 1997), lived within a 30 minutes drive of her. Even more disturbing was no one ever contacted my mother, who was her next of kin. We have no idea where she is buried or what she died of. I cannot find out because my mother does NOT want to know because she believes she is finally "at rest". However, I plan on searching once my mother passes and I have access to the paperwork I need.

On My Father's side

in 1956

My grandmother on my father's side was Genowefa (Genevieve) Wojtkowska. She was born 10 August 1910 in Malkinia Gorna, Poland when she was 10 on a Ship Named New Rochelle from Danzig (German) or Gdańsk (in Polish), Poland on 5 August 1920. Keep in mind, there was fighting going all between the Polish, German and Russian armies her entire life. She was born when it was part of Russia. In 1912, her father left Poland (or Russia Poland as Poland did not exist at this point) for the United States.

During her years there she seen the Nazis walk through and take everything and anything they wanted. Then in 1915, the German's made many advances into the area she lived and as there was a main railway line, it was constantly being looked at as needed to control the train line even though the tracks were different to those used it the main part of Russia, the armies still wanted the line. This includes "Taube aeroplanes and Zappelins make daily visits to Malkin, a wailway town north-east of Warsaw, and many civilians have been killed." which comes from The Queenslander a Brisbane Australia newspaper on Saturday 21 August 1915. By the time 1919 comes and the Treaty of Versailles starts to take shape, Poland becomes independent for the first time in about 175 years. Meanwhile, the Bolshevik's are setting forward to get to and capture Warsaw, which isn't that far away. The Bolshevik War or The Great War has started. The 81 Regiment, made up of Polish on both

81 Infantry Regiment

the German and Russian armies, converged and were heading to her hometown at the same time. Meanwhile, my great grandmother and grandmother headed to Danzig (German) or Gdańsk (in Polish) to catch a vessel which her father, Adam, had paid their passage. I'm sure they either walked or caught the train in order to leave Poland. I do know, from talking to both my grandmother and father, they were the last people out before they closed the Polish boarders. They now traveled to the Port of New York which they arrived on 19 September 1920.

My grandmother was so malnourished from not getting enough of the right foods, she could barely walk. However, they were found fit and healthy according to her records of the US Immigration Officer at Port of Arrival paperwork. When her and her mother walked out of the processing area and into the United States, they both became United States citizens according to the immigration laws at the time. Under the law, my grandmother was under 16 years old, automatically became a US citizen because by this time her father was naturalized. Her father was there to pick them up and take them home to Linden, NJ. They had a small apartment which they had boarders and their family. It was very cramped but at least they had a roof over their head and food in their bellies.

A cigarette girl in a speakeasy

I do know she went to school, but only to grade 4. She tells me she was actually a cigarette girl when she was younger. The owners liked her because she was so tiny. When the raid's happened, she would hide in the bottom of the telephone booth and put her tray above her head and the cops would walk and run right by her. Then when they were done, she would get up from the booth and go back to work. I believe from some research, this was done about 1929-1933 in speakeasy's. By 1940, she was married and had a son - my father and was known by the name Jean now. In 1946, they had moved from Linden, NJ to Newburgh, NY and ran Riverview Bar and Grill located at 64 South Water Street. They had a small apartment above the bar and grill. In 1951 the business directory shows she was still living at the same address, but now she was by herself (and her sons)running furnished rooms or a boarding house.

Jean & Charlie in Florida visiting Matt & family

About 1961 or so, she lived with a gentleman we called Uncle Charlie, but his real name was Charles Gardner. I believe they sold the South Water Street business and moved to an address on Broadway in Newburgh, NY. My sister tells me, she would come in and run up and sit on Uncle Charlie's lap (she was young) and he would have her sit on his lap and watch the huge parades as they went up and down the street. There have been rumours which said grandma and Uncle Charlie had married whereas I've also heard they lived together. This I still have to do research on.

I know in the 1970's and 1980's she still lived on Broadway. I used to spend 2 weeks a year with her during school holidays in the summer. Sometimes I would spend the time at my Uncle's where she would be staying. Other times, it would be at her apartment. During those times she would try and feed me various melons and prunes for breakfast (it wouldn't work - I did try them and didn't like them, but she was insistent and I was just as insistent back!). We would watch countless episodes of

Me visiting with my grandmother in the summer

Days of Our Lives, she would tell me about my cousins. Sometimes she would ask me to check her back as she had an accident growing up and went through the windshield and always had glass tiny bits coming out of it. She was a spunky old lady. No one ever worried about her because the times people either broke into her apartment, she was standing there with the gun telling them to get back up through the skylight or, when at her Bar and Grill, people knew better than to start or try anything because she would take them out. My grandfather always got the brunt of it because she would get so upset she would throw pans and knives at him and she was a really good shot with those too.

That being said, she could take a joke - when Uncle Charlie threw a cherry bomb under her bed when she was sleeping and she jumped up when it woke up and she swore like a sailor at him and threatened him but never hurt him. I remember the tiny plastic girl she had. You moved the thumb and you could see all of the female bits. She kept it and kept telling me that it was dirty, but when she went out of the room, boy did I take a look!

Kruschiki cookies

She made clothes for me (usually dresses), and for herself. She could afford to do things, but she would be thrifty about it. Although she did have this obsession with me wearing white lacy socks with white Mary Jane shoes and needing for me to have flowers and barrette's in my hair. I could never understand why and it wasn't until I started researching Poland and I found it was common for girls to wear dresses with flowers in their hair.

She also made the best Polish cookies. We call them BowTies but in Polish they are called Kruschiki Or Chruschiki. She also made some other white dessert things that are Polish, but never passed along that recipe. You take the white batter and when a pot full of water comes to a boil, you drop the white batter into it. I did grow up with other Polish dishes as well. She loved her Jellied Pigs Feet and other types of dishes, but some I could not like.

She died on 6 July 1988 in St. Luke's Hospital in Newburgh, NY. She was later laid to rest in Cedar Hill Cemetery, next to her beloved Charles Gardner.

Check back next week for the continuation of "The Book of me, Written by You" series.

Saturday

"The Book of Me, Written by You" - Your Childhood Home

This is a journey of finding yourself and how your loved ones see you in their eyes. Further, this can be online and carried forward to share, if you wish, to future generations.

The prompt for the week is:

Your Childhood Home

The Brief

The Brief:

When did you leave home?
Where was it?
Where did you move to?
Was it rented or owned? – with parents/Grandparents
Was it inherited
What was it like – describe it – each room.
Were there a favourite room?
Is there anything you particularly remember from the house?
Pictures
The road & area

Where was it located?

When I was born, my parents had recently bought the house and picked the location which was near where they actually grew up. As my father was in the US Navy, they were sent all over the US, which depended on where my father was sent, and we had a house in various military housing neighbourhoods.

By the time I came along, my mother was tired of packing up and moving from base to base, so they decided to buy the house where they lived when I was born. It was purchased, with my grandmother's help (my father's mother Jean) and the savings they had.

Like I mentioned above, it was in the area where both my parents grew up. My father was raised around Linden, New Jersey and then when he was around 10, the whole family unit moved from there to Newburgh, New York, where he stayed until he met and married my mother. Shortly after, he joined the US Navy and the moving was on.

Linden, NJ Map

My mother, on the other hand, was born in Pike, Pennsylvania. She moved to Newburgh, New York when she was about 10 as well. From then onwards, she lived around the area until she met my father and he joined the US Navy and moved with him.

Pike, PA Map

As I said and showed in an earlier post, I was born while living in Newburgh, New York. At that point, all my sisters, brother, mother. and when he wasn't on the submarine, my father all lived in the house.

Taken from Wikipedia

What did the house look like?

The house looked small from the outside, but was actually pretty spacious. When you walked into the front door, you were taken into a huge living room area. At one point this room had a flat window, but my father later changed it to a bay window. There was a window on the side of the house which looked out onto the driveway and next door's lawn. This area lead you into both the dining room and kitchen areas. In the dining room, it once had just a door going out to the backyard; however, while growing up my father changed this to a sliding door. The kitchen was pretty small overall. It had a sit at table with the refridgerator at the end of it - giving you just enough room to open the door and walk by it. Next to that was the sink which had a window looking out to the backyard. Next to that was a small bench which had storage and then the oven. The phone was on the wall next to the table, which always seemed to have mail and other paperwork on it. Then you could walk out of a doorway and be looking at the door which we walked into.

Next you had a choice - up stairs or downstairs. First we'll go upstairs. At the top of the 10 or so steps up, you had the bathroom. It was just big enough to hold the toilet, a sink next to that and the combination of bathtub/shower. Walking back out of there you looked directly into a small room straight ahead - it was only about 7 steps to the door. To the left of the door was a linen closet. Anyhow getting back to the room, it was small. Enough for a small dresser and a single bed and not much else. This used to be my room, before my mother left my father (they eventually divorced). I can still see the small plastic picture of that was the only thing in the room - a small tiny Jack Russell type of dog with very sad eyes that looked like he was going to cry, which was understandable due to it looked like someone left him in an alley with no food.

Anyhow, when you turn to leave that room, you make a right after about a step on the left there was a wall but it was once a laundry shoot. I remember growing up, we used put things down the shoot - at one time it was my brother (I watched), we put some boxer puppies down it, and a list of other things. I remember my mother and grandmother always yelling about what they'd find when they went to do laundry. After taking another 2 steps, you had bigger bedrooms - one of the left and one of the right. The one on the left was the one my sister's shared and the one of the right was the one my brother had.

Upon returning to where we had the choice of upstairs and downstairs, we will now go downstairs. This has changed over time. When I was born, it had wood paneling on the left and a handrail on the right and went down about 15 steps. At the bottom of the stairs, on your left you had the laundry room, with the laundry shoot and small crawl space I was always playing in when I was a kid.

Take about 3 steps and the other door was to another bedroom. This was the one my parents shared when we were growing up. It had an attached bathroom that included a sink, toilet (which had a handle made like a spring and you pressed that down to flush the toilet), and bathtub/shower combined. In later years, the bathtub/shower became just a shower.

The rest of the room was a game room with a bar with alcohol in it. At first it just had a room big enough for a small sofa with a TV on a stand with some sitting room on the floor and the bar with some bar chairs. However, my father then built onto it enough to have a game room - and big enough to hold a full sized pool table. There was a small window looking out to the other side of the house and a door leading to stairs going up about 15 or so into the backyard. This was the room which they always had their holiday parties, as I mentioned in my last post.

1970's - Me with boxer pups, my grandmother looking on in front of the house in Newburgh, NY

The house was located almost at the end of a cul de sac on Fleetwood Drive. It was a different street - you had a party house on one side, on the other side a house left to riot with windows boarded up and doors that were broken from the hinges. There were 3 regular looking houses around the cul de sac a gap where there was a field and then more regular looking houses on the other side of the street to us. As you can tell, the street held about a dozen houses.

2013 - What the house looks like today in Newburgh, NY

When did you move?

My mother, middle sister, brother and I all moved out when my mother left my father in 1975, I believe. She had stored some money up and left while my father was at work during the night. My sister, brother and I left very early the next morning - we were running out the back of the game room when he was walking in the front door.

Like I mentioned, my mother had limited funds and so we ended up moving in with my oldest sister while she looked for work to afford a place. This was in Walden, New York. We finally were able to move out of my sister's place in 1976, I think it was.

We then moved about every 3-5 years around Walden, Montgomery, and Maybrook all located in New York.

My father, on the other hand, lived in this house until he moved in 1994.

When did you leave your mother's "roof"?

I left from under my mother's roof, the first time, when I went to SUNY Institute of Technology at Utica Rome in Utica, New York in 1995. I went here to get my Bachelor's degree - only I ended up never completing it.

The second time was when I left the US and moved to Australia to get married to my husband in 1997. As I'm still in Melbourne, it was a good choice.

I hope you enjoyed your tour of the house when I was born.

Check back next week for the continuation of "The Book of me, Written by You" series. - See more at: http://joannfitz.blogspot.com.au/#sthash.KPTGu0so.dpuf

Check back next week for the continuation of "The Book of me, Written by You" series.

Check back next week for the continuation of "The Book of me, Written by You" series. - See more at: http://joannfitz.blogspot.com.au/#sthash.KPTGu0so.dpuf