United States of America
State of Illinois,
Pleas, before the honorable EW Burke one of the Judges of the Circuit Court of Cook County, at a term thereof begun and held at Chicago, in said county and state, on the third Monday (being the 15th day) of October in the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred 4and the Independence of the United States the one hundred 19th.
Present, Honorable EW Burke one of the Judges of the Circuit Court of Cook County.
Jacob J. Kern States Attorney,
James H. Gilbert Sheriff.
Attest Frank J Gaulter clerk,
On the 23d day of October A.D. 1894, being one of the days aforesaid, came Wilhelm Jonas an alien, into court, and applied to be admitted as a naturalized citizen of the United States, and it having appeared to the satisfaction of the Court that the said applicant has resided within the limits and under the jurisdiction of the United States, for and during the full term of five years last past, and one year and upward immediately proceeding date hereof, in the State of Illinois, and that during said term of five years he has sustained a good moral character, and appeared to be attached to to the principle contained in the Constitution of the United States, as well disposed to the good order, well being, and happiness of the same, and two years and upwards have elapsed since the said applicant filed the declaration of his intention to become a citizen of the United States, according to the provisions of the several Acts of Congress heretofore passed on that subject; and he having now here, in open Court, taken and subscribed the oath required by those laws to support the Constitution of the United States, and to renounce and abjure all allegiances and fidelity to every foreign prince, potentate, state, or sovereignty whatever, and more particularly all allegiance which he may in anywise owe to Emperor of Germany whereof he was heretofore a subject.
It is Therefore Ordered and Adjudge, by the Court, that the said Wilhelm Jonas be, and he is hereby admitted to all and singular the rights, privileges and immunities of a naturalized citizen of the United States, and that the same be certified by the Clerk of this Court, under the seal of said Court accordingly.
This past week was filled with scouring the 1940 Census to see what and who I can find. To be honest, it started out extremely frustrating when on Monday morning at 8:25 am I could not access anything on the website. I knew that there are bound to be problems with some of the website. But, I never expected to see nothing (and that was for over 12 hours).
At about 8:30 pm that night, I used my daughters computer and finally downloaded and ED that I was wanting to look at. Went to my computer to see if it would work and it did. I chalked this up to everyone being on Dear Myrtle’s webinar (which I am extremely happy that everyone was listening to her and giving me a break. I was ready to through all computers out the window. I know, I need a bit more patience and no I do not expect to finish my genealogy in one day. I just wanted to find 1 family and check the records out. Which I finally accomplished Monday night.
The first family I wanted to find was my German great grandparents, and I was successful. See image below.
After that I wanted to find their daughter Ida, this is the first time she would be enumerated as a wife, and she would have two children with her. Well, I spent many hours searching and came up with nothing. I reached out to my aunt to see if she remembered where the family should be. She was kind enough to send me the address of the home from when she was in school. I used that address to find the ED and searched through it. I found grandma!!!! How excited, I even emailed a copy of the census record to that aunt and two more. See image below for Grandma!
On the next page, I found my grandfather. He will become Ida’s second husband on 11 Jan 1947. But, in 1940 he is still married to Janet and they are not living together.
Here’s Larry in 1940:
and finally, here is Janet and Bobby:
With Larry and Janet not living together, it is easy to assume that there was already marital problems. I wonder if any of them had an inkling of what was to come in the next seven years?
On Wednesday, I posted a photo that I had taken at Graceland Cemetery, A Knight in Shining Armor.
Following is the inscription at the base of the monument:
Above all things truth beareth away the victory
There is no information stating that this is a final resting place for someone. There are no headstones around it. It is actually surrounded by bushes and trees, the only opening to it is from the road. As we drove through the cemetery, it caught me by surprise and I had to take a picture of it.
So, a few weeks back my daughter had invited me to go with her to the Taste of Chicago to here Loretta Lynn sing. It was country day (not really our music of choice, but there are a few artists that I do love) and I could not wait to go. Like everything else in our life, we were running late and I thought we would end up missing the beginning of her concert. My daughter hold told she started at 1pm and I wanted to get there early enough to get a good seat so that I could take some photo’s. Well, turns out she mixed the time up with the date. You see the concert was on July 1 and started at 5pm.
Well, we got to walk around and taste some of the food. I had not been to the Taste for at least 10 years. It was nice to be there and enjoy the food, but I think it is all over rated and not like it used to be when I was in high school.. I agree with those that are saying it is time to stop the Taste.
Anyhow, as we walked through the streets checking out the different types of food, we came across a couple of RV’s without even looking up, I turned to my daughter and said “I bet this is Loretta’s RV,” she laughed. I looked up and this is what I saw…
Ahh, the coal miner. For those of you who are fans of Loretta, you know that this is her signature. I was so excited. There were two RV’s this one, and one in front of it (with no distinct markings). Between the two RV’s there were some chairs set up with a few men sitting out there taking and smoking. After getting up the courage, I went and asked if it was possible to get Loretta’s autograph. I was politely told that she was resting, (I think one of the guys there had to be a grandson of Loretta, the resemblance was very strong). I was upset but understood. The reason I was upset, the last time my Grandma Richmond was supposed to see her in concert, Loretta was going to sign something (book or cd, I am not sure) and Gram was so excited at the thought of meeting her. Well, needless to say the concert was cancelled because I believe Loretta got sick (or maybe her husband). Gram was really upset about not being able to meet her. I just wanted to be able to get the autograph and put it up with some of Gram’s things that I have. Oh well. I guess it was not to be for me either.
Back to the concert we were supposed to see, yeah that didn’t happen either. You see, my daughter had to work at six. So, I needed to get her home so she could get ready. City traffic on a friday in normally unbearable, add the holiday weekend and what the heck was I thinking driving into the city!
So, Loretta if your reading this. I would really like an autograph to put with Gram’s treasured things.
I grew up in the midwest, in the big city of Chicago, and boy do we have winter!
The winter of 1979 we had a blizzard. I remember not being able to see over the fence in our yard because it was covered with snow. We could not drive because the cars were all covered with wet, heavy snow. One night, our family went to a freinds house and we walked. My Dad told me and my sister to lay down in the snow ( we were super bendled up in our one pice snow suits that went from head to foot) and he grabbed the hood of the snowsuits and pulled us most of the way there. It was fun.
I remember one winter that my brother, sister and I were outside playing in the snow. We had these igloo makers, it was a red plastic, brick-like item with a small shovel. We would pack the snow in, and contiinue to do so until we created our “igloo”. This one winter we were outside building our igloo’s and my brother threw the shovel at me and hit my straight in the bridge of my nose. He did not cause any real damage, but left a dent in the place the shovel hit.
When we were young we would often go tobagoning at Caldwell Woods and when we got older it was cross country skiing, wherever Dad felt like driving too.
This article was written for 52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy, (hosted by Amy Coffin of the We Tree blog), for week 2 promt that asks these questions. What was winter like where and when you grew up? Describe not only the climate, but how the season influenced your activities, food choices, etc…
As a child Grandma Ida, (born Margaret Jaeger on 1 Jan 1919 in IL and died 15 Apr 1980, Chicago, IL) would make her homemade jellies for the winter. There was always a jar in the fridge and a few more in the pantry. This was a day that would be spent entirely in the kitchen. The boiling of fruits left a more than pleasant aroma. I remember standing on a chair so I was able to look into the colossal pots filled with strawberry’s, plums or whatever other fruit she used. I can still see the way her kitchen was set up and where each of the appliances belonged. I remember this being a day long project with benefits that would last for months to come.
Ida M. Jaeger, digital copy provided by T. Foote ©2010 Terri O’Connell
As an adult, I wish that Grandma had lived well beyond 1980. I was 8 when she passed away and never really learned to make jelly like she did. I can make freezer jelly and that is really quick to make. Nothing like Grandma did when I was a child. No mason jars or wax needed. Just a plastic container that can be stored in the freezer. Luckily, I have an aunt who learned how to do this last summer and I hope I am able to spend a day with her over summer to learn from her.
My favorite jelly that Grandma made was plum. It is not the same as buying a jar of Smuckers or any other brand. I have purchased a few in the past and they never taste the same.