52 Ancestors: Close to Home - Fresno

Many of my ancestors stayed close to home.  I'm sure it was fairly common back in the "olden" days but these ancestors are more current.  And so many of them stayed close to the same home - Fresno, California.

As a child, I knew that my parents were both born and raised in Fresno but I never really thought much about it.  We visited a lot - both sets of grandparents lived there and my dad's parents still lived in the house they moved into when he was just a young boy.  I loved sitting in his room, looking at all of the pictures and awards on the wall, and imagining what life had been like for him.  But that was the extent of it.

But now that I've researched things, I find that many generations on both sides of my family spent the majority of their lives there.  Starting with my parents:

Gordon Levy - born in Fresno in 1927.  Left for Stanford University in 1944 and never lived in Fresno again.

Geraldine Martin - born in Fresno in 1928.  Left for Stanford University in 1946 and never lived in Fresno again.

My paternal grandfather, Sig Levy, was born in Vallejo, California - the story passed down was that his mother went to Vallejo  (did his father go, too?)  to escape the July heat in Fresno.  Is it really that much cooler in Vallejo?  I suspect that it was more about Sig's maternal grandmother living in Vallejo at that time.  Two of Sig's brothers were born during the winter in Fresno while the other two were born during the summer in Vallejo or San Francisco.  Coincidentally, I'm fairly certain that grandma lived in the corresponding city at the time of their births.  So, maybe it was less about the heat and more about being near her mother.

Sig brought his bride to Fresno after their marriage in 1919 and the two of them raised their sons, lived their lives there, and are interred at Chapel of the Light Columbarium. 

I imagine it looked something like this in 1919

Sig's parents, Herman Levy and Goldie Benas, were not born in Fresno but lived most of their lives there.  And they, too, are both interred at Chapel of the Light, not far from Sig and his brothers. 

My maternal grandparents were both born in Fresno:

Earle Laurence Martin was born in 1900 and lived in Fresno until the late 1930's when he and my grandmother divorced.  At that time he relocated to Bakersfield.  I really have few details about his life from that point forward as he and my mother did not have much contact with each other.  Did he move for a job?  Did he want to move and Grandma declined or just what happened?  Inquiring minds want to know!  While he died in Bakersfield, he is buried in Fresno in the same cemetery, Belmont Memorial Park, as many other family members.

Clara Maxine Fitzgerald was born in 1903 in Fresno and lived her ENTIRE life there.  Oh wait, I'm lying - she and my mother spent a short amount of time in Oakland after the divorce.  I'm really not certain how long they were there - why didn't I ask my mother?  Although now that I think about it, I did ask my mother as I was trying to find her in the 1940 census and either she didn't remember the details or was trying to forget.  Either way, I never got the information I was seeking.  Clara is also buried in Belmont Memorial Park.

Clara and Earle, along with Gerry, lived at 1023 Thorne Avenue in Fresno in 1930.  I have a picture of the family, along with Earle's mother, from the early 1930's (I suspect based on my mother's birth in 1928) which I believe is that house.

Clara Fitzgerald, Frances Brooks, Earle Martin, Gerry Martin

Do you think it's the same house?  I know, hard to tell.

1023 Thorne Avenue today

Earle's parents, Robert Lewis Martin and Frances Maria Brooks, were both born in South Carolina but found their way to Fresno in the late 1880's.  In February, 1887 their son, Guy Lewis Martin, was born in Arkansas and their daughter, Pearl, was born in Fresno in December, 1889 so their arrival in Fresno would have been somewhere between those two births.  Both are buried in Belmont Memorial Park in Fresno.

Clara's father, Edward Fitzgerald, was born in 1879 in Yolo County.  His mother died just 6 years later which left his father alone to raise the children.  Mathew Fitzgerald was in Fresno by 1888 as evidenced by the California Voter's Registration.  So Edward lived his entire life in Fresno from about the age of 9.  After his death in 1968, he was also buried in Belmont Memorial Park.

Clara's mother, Mabel McAboy, was born in 1883 in Illinois but it appears that she moved to Fresno with her family by the early 1890's.  What took them there?  She, too, spent the rest of her life in Fresno until her death in 1966.  She is also buried in Belmont Memorial Park next to Edward.

There are so many other ancestors who lived in Fresno.  Did we ever see any of them during our visits there?  When I think of Fresno, I think of "old people" as it seemed those were the only people we saw.  I haven't been back since 1982 when my grandmother died.  However, I now know new cousins, blogging friends, and even high school friends in Fresno.  One day I hope to make a visit - I'll visit the historical society and, of course, the cemetery.

I have a lot of roots in Fresno because these folks stayed close to home!

52 Ancestors: Favorite Photo - Birdie Schwartz

I am fortunate to have so many photos of my family over the last 150 years (yikes, did I just type 150 years??).  When I thought about my favorite photo several immediately came to mind, many of which are photos from the late 1800's showing many generations of my family.  Those are definitely in my "top" favorite photos but when it came to choosing just one, this one came to the top of the list.

Bertha Schwartz

Bertha "Birdie" Schwartz was my great grandmother.  Her daughter and first child was Mildred Loraine Gunzendorfer, my paternal grandmother.  For those who are regular readers, you know Loraine as the "Packrat".

While I love this photo of Birdie and will cherish it always, what I love most is the story that's been told about it for many, many years.  You see, this photo was always proudly displayed in my parents' living room - always in the same spot and I can't remember a time when it wasn't there.  You can see it in its place of honor below.

Growing up, I really don't remember "knowing" this person or how she was related to me.  Over the years I learned her name was Birdie but I really didn't connect the dots who she was.  Do children ever think about the fact that their grandmother wasn't always "old" or that she, in fact, was once a child and had a - gasp - mother?  But as the years went by I learned her name and who she was.  Did Loraine ever talk about her or even mention it was her mother as a young child?  I'm guessing she did but like most children, I didn't pay attention.

I don't know if it was just parental bias but over the years I heard on many occasions that I looked just like Loraine and her mother, Birdie.  And now that I've done research, learned about them, and have so many photos of them, I'm honored to think that someone saw a family resemblance.  Here's a photo of the two of them together, shortly after Loraine was born.

Loraine Gunzendorfer and Bertha (Schwartz) Gunzendorfer
c. 1896

So I pulled out some photos of me at about the same age to see if I could see the resemblance.  Sadly, I don't see it but it was fun taking a stroll down memory lane.

I don't see it when I compare Birdie's high school graduation day to that same day in my life.

Bertha Schwartz, Santa Cruz High School, 1890

Debi Levy, Pioneer High School,

Maybe I should look in the mirror and compare the current me to Birdie at about the same age :-)

Bertha (Schwartz) Gunzendorfer, 1944

From all the stories I've heard, Birdie was much loved by all.  How I wish I'd known her!

Top 10 Genealogical Finds of 2019

Photo by Pierce Place

It’s been a very quiet year here and I've sort of lost my 'steam'.  But now that I've retired (yes, RETIRED!) my goal in 2020 is to spend more time researching and organizing what I learn.  Sometimes it takes me some time to sit down in front of the computer but once I do, the hours just fly by!

So as 2019 comes to a close, I’ll step back and reflect on what I’ve learned over the past year.  So in my best David Letterman voice, I bring you my annual Top 10 genealogical finds of 2019.  You can read my previous years’ discoveries here (formatting isn't working right and I don't have the patience right now to fix it).
2018 2017 2016 2015 2014 2013 2012.5 2012 2011

Number 10:  I find I enjoy writing about my own memories as much (or more) than anything so I may find myself concentrating more on that in 2020.  It was especially fun to remember our times at Family Camp which I wrote about HERE.

Number 9:  The blog prompt of Bachelor Uncle caused me to research my grandmother's cousin (once removed), Hyman Steen.  I'd read a lot about Hymie in the letters my grandmother wrote to my grandfather so it was fun to get to 'know' him better.

Number 8:  Independence Day brought the prompt INDEPENDENT which prompted (get it?) me to write about Nathan Waller, the brother of my 5x great grandfather.  Not only was Nathan documented by the Daughters of the American Revolution (DAR) as a Revolutionary Patriot, he has his own Wikipedia Page!

Number 7:  I love old newspapers!  There is scads (my grandmother's favorite word) of information that helps us to learn about the every day life of our ancestors.  I know that sometimes information pops up that we'd rather not know (there's a black sheep in every family) but, for the most part, it really brings our ancestors to life.  I still haven't figured out the details of the address of my 2x great grandfather's home in Santa Cruz but I haven't given up hope.  In the Paper

Number 6:  We were not a terribly religious household but the one constant we had was our Rabbi, Joseph Gitin.  I was happy to be able to share my memories of not only Rabbi Gitin, but our Temple, as well.  At Worship.

Rabbi Joseph Gitin
photo courtesy of SJ Mercury News

Number 5:  Until I wrote the post for the FIRST prompt,  I hadn't really thought about how few of us actually have our ancestors documented in the first United States Census in 1790.  I had two ancestors enumerated from my mother's line, Ashbel Waller and Daniel Martin.

Number 4:  I was fortunate to have a close relationship with both sets of grandparents.  Although now that I type that, it reminds me that I actually had three sets of grandparents so I guess it was really close relationships with two out of three.  My maternal grandmother, Clara (Fitzgerald) Martin Hunter, was always so happy to see us and seemed to love to spend time with us.  For the prompt LOVE I wrote about the 'artwork' I gave her that she saved throughout her life.

Debi Levy and Clara (Fitzgerald) Hunter, 1957
Photo bombed by unknown cowboy

Number 3:  I typically think of BRICK WALL as a person but for this prompt I thought about brick wall photographs.  Because of this, I think I may have found a photo of my 2x great grandfather, Ferdinand Gunzendorfer, from his younger days.  I know the older gentleman is Ferdinand, but is the younger man?  What do you think?

Number 2:  Something seemed OUT OF PLACE with the final resting place of my 2x great grandfather, Louis Schwartz, in Oakland, California.  While I was fortunate enough to visit his grave in person, there were several newspaper articles (see why I love newspapers?) stating that after his death, his body had been returned to Santa Cruz for burial.  I did write to the cemetery asking for specifics about his internment and the answer I received was:

Our records show that Louis Schwartz is buried in Plot 101, Grave 2 date of death May 23, 1893. Rebecca Schwartz is buried in Plot 101 Grave 1 date of death January 7, 1918 and she died in Oakland. I have no information on Mark Schwartz and do not show him as being buried in Home of Eternity. That is all the information we have sorry could not be of more help.

So that tells me that he IS interred there but doesn't help me understand if he was originally interred in Santa Cruz and then relocated to Oakland.  Unfortunately, some questions are always left unanswered.

Number 1:  I've been fortunate to have so many ancestors who lived their lives in just one or two places so there is a lot of history in those places.  Fresno was the home of MANY of my ancestors - my parents were both born and raised there and, in fact, went to high school together.  My paternal grandfather and both maternal grandparents were also born there.  (Side note: my paternal grandfather, Sig Levy, was technically born in Vallejo but his mother was just visiting from Fresno when he was born).  There is so much family history in Fresno and I have so much historical data tucked away.  Remember, my grandparents saved EVERYTHING and just about everything they saved I am now saving.  I really want to get this organized and donated to the Fresno Historical Society so that might be where I focus my time in 2020.

A few years ago I wrote about the HOME MY FATHER GREW UP IN at 1549 Echo Avenue in Fresno.  Not only do I have memories of that house, but even my oldest daughter who spent some time there, as well.  I can still visualize (my dad's word) so many details of that house.

What a surprise when I learned that Jeannine Raymond (www.jeannineraymond.com), has researched the Wilson Island Historical District in Fresno and MY GRANDPARENTS' HOME WAS ONE OF THE SHORT STORIES IN 2019.  And where do you think she got most of her information?  Yes, that's right - ME!  She actually used my original blog post on her website.  You can read it HERE.  I was so honored to have been included in this history.  (And for my family who heard Dad say "I feel like Henry Korn", you can find the story of the Korn home HERE.)

A pretty quiet year but I'm looking forward to new discoveries in 2020!

52 Ancestors: Craft

I've been out of the blogging mode for a few weeks and thus, my brain is a little foggy and out of practice so I'll start back simple this week.

I've written before about my paternal grandmother, Mildred Loraine (Gunzendorfer) Levy, being crafty.  Which as anyone who knew her can attest to, she NEVER came across as crafty and until a few years before her death, I had no idea she ever worked with her hands.  I wrote about it HERE.

Apparently, there were a few of my maternal ancestors who were crafty - my great grandmother, Mabel (McAboy) Fitzgerald and her mother, Rebecca (Waller) McAboy.  Their craft of choice was quilting!  I am always in awe when I see hand made quilts and while I don't have that gene in my body, I'm proud to be the owner of some of their quilts.

I am nearly positive that this quilt was crafted by my maternal great grandmother, Mabel Viola (McAboy) Fitzgerald.  Mabel was alive until I was almost 12 years old and I remember her quite clearly.  She was the type of grandmother children would be thrilled to know- interested in what we were doing, patient, and loving.  I can remember many a day being sick on the couch covered by this quilt.  I'm sure I knew that it was crafted by my great grandmother and could feel her arms wrapped around me, instantly making me feel better.

Handmade by Mabel Viola (McAboy) Fitzgerald

Mabel Viola (McAboy) Fitzgerald

I'm not nearly as confident but I think this was also Mabel's handiwork.

I can't imagine the endless hours spent putting these two quilts together.

The quilting gene must have been passed down to her from her mother, Rebecca Mariah (Waller) McAboy.  Rebecca was the daughter of my favorite ancestor, Emery Waller.  While I've not seen a photo of Emery, I can almost visualize (my dad's favorite expression) him when I look into Rebecca's eyes.  And thanks again to my cousin, Kris, for sharing this photo with me!

Rebecca Moriah (Waller) McAboy
c. 1920

In 2012, we cleaned out the storage unit where my parents had been storing things for 30 years, never to see the light of day.  I was amazed that these quilts were in such great condition considering they'd just been thrown into a cardboard box.  Fortunately my mother was still living and she was able to tell me "I think these were made by Mabel's mother, Rebecca".  So I have no confirmation but I just have to believe Mabel's craft gene was passed down from her mother.  Once I got the quilts home I took them to the dry cleaners and since I've had them home, I have not wanted to take them out of the plastic bags.  I know it's not the best preservation method but it's much better than a cardboard box!

I've done some crafting over the years but these days, I've all but given it up.  Sadly, the quilting gene has died in our family as none of us ever got the bug.

52 Ancestors: Rich Man

This week's blog prompt is Rich Man.  I'm sure I have plenty of rich men in my family tree but what really hit me was the memory of people always saying we were rich.  Why, you ask?  Because we grew up on RICHland Avenue.  (Come on, work with me here).

Here's the house as it is today - I can't believe I didn't take any before photos.  After my mother died, we sold it to a "flipper" group and within just a few months, it was a completely new home.  There was a limited series called "Flip it to Win It" on HGTV and they were the group who re-did the home.  It was fascinating yet so difficult to watch the transformation.

The room on the right was my bedroom.  I don't have any "after" photos but a few weeks after my mother died, I went through the house and took some photos.  Disclaimer:  please remember that my parents saved EVERYTHING and Mom had gotten to the point where she would only let the house cleaners into a few rooms - my room was not one of them!

This was not how it looked when it was my room.  After my dad's coronary bypass in 1979, he moved into this room as it was easier for him to be in a bed by himself.  So most of this was his "stuff" but I will admit that the carpet, drapes, and the dolls above the window were mine.  Yes, those were all put there in 1962 and were never changed.  Please see disclaimer above.

It was so fun to see the before and after photos - it doesn't look like the same house!

Kitchen/front door before

Kitchen/nook before

Kitchen/nook after

A few years after my brother was born, my parents decided to remodel so that they could add on a bedroom and a great room at the back of the house.  We always loved that room but what a difference after the home was flipped.

Great room before

Great room after

Look how open it is!

Even after the remodel in the early 1960's, we still had a fairly large backyard.  But boy did it look great after they finished with it!

Master bedroom on the left
Bedroom next to it was originally my room, then my brother's

The guest bathroom that the kids shared was this awful pink with grey tile.  The bathtub, toilet, sink and cabinets were pink and the tile around the tub and cabinets was grey.  I'm telling you, it was hideous.  A few years before mom died she had to have the toilet replaced due to a leak and we all told her to LOSE THE PINK TOILET.  Imagine our surprise when we visited the next time and saw the same pink toilet.  But after the flip, it looked GREAT!

NO pink!

The living and family room were separated by a fireplace.  I remember thinking it was so cool to be on one side of the fire place and be able to look into the adjoining room.

Here's the living room.
The portrait is my grandfather and his two older brothers and hangs on my wall now

And then it was opened up to be a dining room and sitting room.

The mirror hangs where the portrait was

The master bedroom was pretty small but it sure looks great now!

One of my favorite memories of the house was the stone that was in the entry inside the front door.  Two girls with vivid imaginations used to spend many hours playing hopscotch here.  Can you see it?

While I love seeing the after photos, I will never forget what that house used to look like.  My parents moved there in 1957 and mom lived there until her death in 2013 - there are so many memories that will be etched in my brain forever.  It may be just a house to some, but for us it was a HOME.

52 Ancestors: Transportation

This week's blog prompt is Transportation.  I've already written a few times about transportation - Machines and Roadsters and Cars, oh my!  and Cruising so I wanted to focus on something different.  While some might have been obsessed with cars, planes, or trains, what little girl wasn't obsessed with HORSES?

We started with one horse, Smokey Joe.  I think we got him in the summer of 1964, shortly before my 10th birthday.  I don't remember how or why my parents finally let us take the plunge but boy were we excited to bring this mellow guy into our lives.  I think he was about 3 years old (or maybe 5?) and for whatever reason, I seem to remember my parents paid $300 for him.  His former owner was about 15 or so and while she loved Smokey, she wanted to move on to a different horse that she could train herself.  We kept Smokey at the same stable so she was fortunate enough to be able to see him and watch his progress with two new owners.

Me, Sister, Little Brother with Smokey Joe
c. 1964

It didn't take long for our parents to figure out that two girls obsessed with horses couldn't really share a horse so we were quickly on the lookout for another one.  I don't remember any specifics of bringing Snapshot (nee Snip) into our family but there he was!

Snapshot AKA Snap

Boy did we have fun with those horses.  Mom and/or Dad would drive us (about 20 minutes, I think) out to the ranch in the morning and we'd spend the day until someone would arrive back to take us home.  There were many kids with horses so there was always someone to "pal" around with.  Three are etched in my mind - Sue (who was Smokey's former owner) and her horse, Cleo; Rick, and his horse, Cy; and Kathy and her horse.....darn, I can't remember the name although I can see him/her clearly in my mind.  Oh wait, I found some pictures.

Sister, Snap, Kathy, and, and, and....

Sue and Cleo

It didn't take long before we got involved in 4H and showing our horses.  While there was one show arena we could actually ride over the hill to get to, Dad was a good sport and actually drove us to some shows.  We didn't own a truck or horse trailer so we must have borrowed those or, at times, someone let us add our horses to their trailer.

All dressed up and ready to go!

I always loved having Smokey decked out with a blue saddle blanket and a matching rider - sure made his grey dapples standout.

I have a few favorite memories of showing these two - one which involves another form of transportation, the horse trailer.  Snap was not easy to get into the trailer and it always involved a lot of coaxing, crossed fingers and prayer.  Smokey, on the other hand, loved to get into a trailer - we'd throw the lead rope over his neck, give him a little nudge, and into the trailer he went.  Good boy!  Although I'm not sure the owner of the neighboring horse trailer was too happy with him when without any coaxing, he decided the grain inside the trailer must taste mighty fine so he loaded himself in and started munching away.

Snap and sister were very successful at the shows and garnered many ribbons and trophies.

First place trophy!

I didn't excel in the award department but boy did I have fun!  The highlight of my career, though, was my first place trophy in Showmanship.  What a thrill!  And because my number that day was 99, it led to my favorite number from that point forward being 9.

My one and only first place trophy - I still have it!

At some point, even little brother joined in the fun.  I have zero memory of this but he must have been called into action once sister went away to college so Snap could get some exercise.

Look at those cuties!

And look at that, Mom even took a turn.  But what's with Smokey wearing a hat???

Dad, too, got into the act.  Wait - WHAT????

Now THAT'S a different breed of horse!

I sure have some wonderful memories of my years with Smokey - the way he could eat an entire apricot and spit out the pit, the way he would come running when he heard me knock on his stall door, or the hours I'd sit on him backwards resting my book on his rump while I read.  We had a few not-so-good memories, too - the worst being the time my sister's friend fell off Smokey and broke her shoulder.  Thankfully, she healed up fine and the friendship between the families didn't go south.

As time went on and two young girls became interested in other things (college, cars, and boys), riding those horses became arduous and we decided it was time to give someone else the joy of owning a horse.  I don't remember what happened to Snap but I remember vividly making the "deal" for Smokey to head south for someone else to love on.  I remember once a few years later taking a drive by where he moved to, not sure if I was wishing I would see him or hoping I wouldn't (I didn't).

Sure, I had other forms of transportation over the years like cars, boats, trains, planes, and roller skates, there has never been any other form of transportation that brought me so many hours of joy.

Me and Smokey Joe
AKA Smoke-alot-of-cigarettes