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my journey into the past …

I began researching my family tree more than ten years ago, only partly due to curiosity about my ancestors. I was also bored, and just happened across an advertisement for a free trial of Ancestry.com. So I signed up and fiddled around on the genealogy website for a few weeks — I was hooked. Before I knew it, I was ordering documents from the Ontario Genealogy Society; requesting photos on gravefinder.com; following “Chatham-Kent Pictures of our Past” and “The East Renfrewshire Heritage Services” on Facebook; and sharing information and photos online with several newly discovered relatives. I should mention that my mother took part in an Elder Hostel (or something similar) program many years ago dealing with Ontario genealogy research, and passed on to me the publications she acquired there — very quaint by today’s standards — lists of farms, surnames, cemetery transcriptions — but this information most certainly helped me get started.

And then I took the Ancestry.com DNA test. The results of that test were eye-opening and have enabled me to become acquainted with twigs and branches of my family tree previously unknown to me, and have inspired me to search out and maintain better contact with all my relatives.

We all think of many things we wish to be when we grow up, but I never thought I’d be a blogger, (For several years, I did actually think I would be a ballerina, but that’s another story.) Oh, of course I know I’m not really a blogger, and I’m sufficiently technologically challenged to find this blog stuff pretty difficult. (For example, I haven’t figured out how to distinguish between posts about my mother’s family and my father’s family other than just in the text.) But over the last several years of compiling what I refer to as my family narrative, I have found it increasingly frustrating to add newly discovered information, to share documents, to keep my relatives up to date, and to share information consistently. Maybe this format will be easier to manage — so far I know it will be fun!

So my plan is just to examine my tree’s twigs and branches, a few at a time, somewhat randomly. So let’s go!

 

 

Fun with Yearbooks

So here’s just a little something that you might not know: My father, Garth Thomas, was married briefly and divorced before he met and married Mona. You might wonder how I learned this. Well of course, I learned it as one should — from the original document! When I was a kid — maybe around 11 or 12 — I was home sick from school and passed my time doing what every bored, nosey and apparently not all that sick kid would do: I poked around in a drawer full of old documents and photos. There, I found my parents’ marriage license. And what did it reveal, but my father’s first marriage!

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Well, of course I was shocked and devastated! I immediately imagined an entire other family chock full of my half brothers and sisters. I immediately confronted my mother with my evidence (well, not immediately – if I remember correctly I first consulted BFF Lenore Glaser), which of course meant I had confess that I had been snooping through stuff that was arguably none of my business. She told me, very matter-of-factly, that Garth’s first marriage was brief. He was married in Kansas and then the young couple went to Boston where Garth was getting his PhD. at Harvard. There, she left him for some other bright young Harvard man. Mona assured me that Garth was divorced well before they met and there were no children. Whew! She did tell me that the first time she went to Pittsburg to meet the Thomas family, the first wife’s image had been carefully cut out of all family photos. I have to think that Garth’s parents, my grandparents Opal and Leslie, straight laced midwestern Methodists, were shocked and scandalized to have a divorce in the family!

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Once again, my research on Ancestry.com revealed much, much more! As I searched records for Garth, several unfamiliar family trees popped up. They were family trees belonging to descendants of Garth’s first wife! Why these folks felt it necessary to include Garth is a bit beyond me. I certainly feel no need to include this lady on my family tree as she is not “family.” But now that we have her, I guess we should deal with her.

Her name was Louise Alberta Carpenter and she was born in Pleasanton, Kansas in 1919. According to her descendants, Louise and Garth were married on August 27, 1939, although I haven’t found any documentation of this. This was while Garth was getting his Master’s Degree at the University of Kansas.

Have a look at the information on Garth’s 1940 draft registration card:

Garth draft card

 

I don’t know when Garth and Louise divorced but in January of 1945, Louise married a man by the name of Joseph Carl Robnett Licklider. He went on to be very prominent in the fields of psychology and computer science.

Garth and Mona were married in September of 1945, and everyone lived happily ever after….

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My last few posts have focused on yearbooks that were recently added to the Ancestry.com searchable databases. But I have in my possession Garth’s ACTUAL yearbook from his final year at Kansas State Teachers College. That’s right – the 1938 Kanza – the one signed by Garth’s friends and professors! And it sure is interesting!

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Here is Garth as a college senior– he was so handsome:

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There is a studious Garth in the center towards the top. Hard to believe that the yearbook would publish the comment, “Garth’s mind is on Louise or Psychology, guess which? With the wind, his hair, and all the horns blowing how can he stand it?” Apparently, Garth had some friends on the yearbook staff and they had some thoughts about Louise Carpenter. Below, see what Gordon, the Art Editor of the yearbook, had to say. And in the crease, where it’s hard for you to read, the Managing Editor of the yearbook commented: “To the swellest TGIF member of the whole bunch – the only thing I have against you is that you spend too much time with L. C. and not enough with us -” And I love Fred’s reference in the text to the “serious, depression – themes” of the previous year’s Kanza. Time to get some fun out of life, according to Fred!

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And speaking of fun, what is this T.G.I F. group that Garth was a part of?

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He makes no reference to either Louise or T.G.I.F., but I like this Marshall fellow who apparently “abhors” Democrats and Communists and who labels Garth “a great guy” but a Communist.

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In spite of being an active participant in this T.G.I.F. group, whatever that was, Garth still had time to participate in Sigma Phi Mu, the honorary fraternity for students of psychology and philosophy. He served as Treasurer of the organization.

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Other than the comments by Garth’s friends, I have not been able to locate Louise Carpenter anywhere in this yearbook but I feel like she too must have been a K.S.T.C. student. Where is she? In fact, I have not been able to find a photo of her anywhere!

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P.S. Look who else made it into the 1938 Kanza!! Little sister Shirley, class of 1941!! (By the way, I have some of Shirley’s yearbooks too … another story for another day!)

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Garth Johnson Thomas, College Junior

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The year is 1937, and as the world teeters on the brink of World War II, the young students at Kansas State Teachers College (or at least their yearbook committee!) seem caught up in anxiety and uncertainty. Just look at some of the text from the 1937 Kanza – some pretty intense stuff for a college yearbook:

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In 1937, my father was a Junior at Kansas State Teachers College in his hometown of Pittsburg, Kansas. Is it just me, or was Garth a very handsome young man?

Garth College Junior

Clearly still on his mission to become a great scientist, Garth was the President of Sigma Phi Mu, the honorary fraternity of science and philosophy.

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I imagine that Garth spent many hours in the state of the art Carney Hall, “one of the best equipped buildings of its kind in the state.”

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And finally, from the 1937 Kanza, the yearbook of Kansas State Teachers College:

 

 

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Garth, 1934, the High School Graduate

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One of the things I noticed looking though my parents’ high school yearbooks is that yearbooks haven’t changed very much over the last 75 years. Individual pictures of each student are followed by all the various clubs, sports and activities. Students sign one another’s books and promise eternal friendship. The seniors are quoted and predictions are made.  (Annoyingly, the student pictures in Garth’s yearbooks are not alphabetical and there is no index. And I notice that the building depicted on the cover of Garth’s 1934 yearbook is clearly NOT Pittsburg High School!)

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Eighteen year old Garth is bright and ambitious, and not particularly modest!

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He is, of course, a member of the Science Club, which has now become the Shulen Von Wissensehaft. (Garth did believe that German is the language of science!) All that surprises me here is that Garth is part of the photography department, but none of the disciplines represented in the club strike me as particularly up his alley.

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He looks quite serious!

Garth 34 science club

 

Garth was also a member of something called Hi – Y.

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My favorite: Garth’s nickname is “Prof.” and his favorite expression is “Prove it.” Yep — that’s my father!

Garth 1934 yearbook prove it

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yearbooks!

I have learned that it can sometimes be a bit … unnerving … to snoop around in one’s family past. One never knows what information is just waiting to be discovered. One might find one’s self genetically linked to delightful African Canadian cousins and discover historical information about ancestors who were born into slavery. Or one might learn fun facts like that one’s own grandmother was several months pregnant when she married. One might come across intriguing hints about one’s father’s very young first marriage – stuff like that.

While I’m fascinated by the more distant past, I feel just a little detached from it. It is something else entirely to start poking around into the young lives of one’s own parents. It’s almost impossible to imagine “mom and dad” as young adults doing things like having crushes, participating in campus clubs, graduating from high school, choosing careers, getting friends to sign their yearbooks ….

Ancestry.com recently added American high school yearbooks (1900 – 1990) to their searchable database. (And that reminded me that I have in my possession several of Garth’s and Shirley’s high school and college yearbooks – I have never looked at them very closely, but I will now! What stories these yearbooks tell!)

Predictably, the new information offered on Ancestry.com reveals some information about the Kansas folks, but very little on Mona. That’s quite possibly because the Gees/Shaws bounced back and forth between Canada and the U.S., changing professions and religions (and sometimes even races!) for a couple of generations. I have never had a very clear picture of where my mother actually grew up – but now I know this:

In 1938, my mother, Mona Gee, was a graduating senior at Detroit Central High School.

 

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Detroit Central High School

 

And she was BEAUTIFUL!

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Mona was a member of the Ellen H. Richards Club which was organized to promote interest in home economics, promote fellowship and contribute to the school’s social atmosphere, all noble goals at which Mona certainly excelled!

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Much to my disappointment, and probably Mona’s as well, she was apparently absent on the day the yearbook photo was taken!

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Susan Jane Christian Gee – the Final Word

One might assume that when Susan made that fateful decision to live her life as a white woman, she severed all ties to home and family. But apparently, that was not entirely the case. While we know that many of her descendants knew absolutely nothing about her (and their!) African ancestry, some family relationships continued. We know that when Susan, after traveling and living abroad for more than ten years, returned to Canada with her English husband and four young children, they were going to join her brother, Thomas Christian.

Betty Kurkjian (daughter of Cyril Gee, niece of J. Ronald Gee, Mona’s first cousin) shared this memory of Susan:

My mom and my older sister and I had to move from Detroit to Windsor and we took up residence with my grandmother at 182 Lincoln St. in Windsor. My aunt Dorothy was living there as well. Prior to WWII, my family lived for a short time with Grandma Gee in Windsor.

My mother did not get along with Grandma Gee and said Grandma spent a good deal of her time in her room reading her bible. Well in a way I couldn’t blame her. I was around 4 years old and my sister was 9. I’m not sure we were entirely welcome. My mom was the one who told me most of grandma’s background, although I know she did not know of her African heritage.

My mom told me while we were living with her, she would occasionally disappear to visit a sister who had married an African Canadian.  So perhaps she wanted to maintain that family relationship.

Mom said Grandma had quite a temper. She remembered her chasing my dad around the kitchen with an iron frying pan when she was upset with him.

Cousin Jean Bridges, a descendant of Susan’s sister, Ada Vincent tells us that when she was visiting cousins in Cleveland:

I remember opening the door for a man who dropped by for a visit. It was later in the day explained that he was “a gone white relative.” It seems that when he traveled nearby, he did drop by to visit his cousins. Many have found it easier to find employment, education and opportunities if one could pass as white. 

Who that “gone white relative” was I can’t say, but I have a hunch that it was my grandfather’s brother Cyril – just a feeling.

So what would Susan think of us … researching the census records of three countries; examining ship passenger lists; tracing her travels through Europe; discovering her secrets that weren’t so secret after all; taking DNA tests; and eventually meeting cousins from a branch of the tree that some of us didn’t even know existed? (My grandfather, J. Ronald Gee, had 16 first cousins who at various times were described in census records as Black, Negro, colored, non-white and mulatto!)

 

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Susan Gee is buried in St. Mary’s Cemetery in Walkerville.

Bill Gee and I

My mother’s first cousin Bill Gee, son of Ronnie’s brother Bruce, came to visit from Toronto. Bill and Joan took us out for a great lunch and then we returned to Park Street to swap stories and photographs.

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It’s funny – I have to remember that just because I don’t know something – some bit of family  history – doesn’t mean others share my ignorance. Bill and I looked at several pictures of my mother’s brother, Bill Gee (“the other Bill Gee”). There are several photos of Mona’s brother Bill in which it his African ancestry seems pretty apparent, and there are several pictures of him with his grandmother Susan. Was he a favorite of hers? I have not seen any pictures of her with any of her other grandchildren. Anyway, I mentioned  that I “thought” my mother’s brother Bill died in a VA hospital in Battle Creek, Michigan. Oh yes, not only could my cousin Bill confirm that, but he added that he actually visited Bill Gee at that hospital.

“He is an interesting story. I saw him a few times in Romeo and a couple times after he came back from the war. On the first occasion, he knew he was going to die and was making the rounds of relatives to say goodbye. Can you imagine? In any case, he came waltzing into the house (only my mother and I were there at the time) with this breezy, happy attitude as though he didn’t have a care in the world. It was quite amazing. Shortly after, when I was about 12, I went with my parents to visit him at the veteran’s hospital in Battle Creek. He was laying in bed and still cracking funnies doing his best to make everyone laugh. I later heard from Jack that his mother never forgave Ronnie for not getting Bill deferred when he could have done so.”

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