Tuesday, May 22, 2012

You Were Born to Tell Yours

Got this from the ProBlogger blog today.

"Get Obsessed with Your Message," guest post by Danielle LaPorte of www.daniellelaporte.com.
Every movement has a story. Every nation has a story. Every community has a story. Every person has a story. You were born to tell yours.


I'm glad I read ProBlogger today, one of my favorite sites...always offers something I can use.  

Now I'm off to work on My Story, Somewhere Over the Rhine.  

To see where I've been these long weeks, click on my main blog, http://journey2f.blogspot.com.

Too much time away from my book writing, but I've got time.  I was born to write it, to tell it.



Friday, February 17, 2012

Research and Writing

The February Family History Writing Challenge, sponsored by the Armchair Genealogist is going well for me, though it's hard work.  You know the saying, "Nothing good comes easy."  I used to tell my kids that whenever they seemed too lazy to reach for a hard goal.


Writing is hard.


Writing that requires research (actually all writing does) is especially hard.


This month-long challenge is intended for us to write the stories, period.  Get that first draft down.  We should mark the spots in our manuscripts where we need to come back to fill in details, etc.


And I was following that advice.  The problem is that when I'm writing, sometimes I "want" that piece of research.  I want it now.  Not later.  Could the information make a difference in my writing the rest of the story ?  Might that information slant my story from there on out?  I'm afraid it might, so here's what I've been doing.


When I need to research something while I'm writing, I go to my minimized web window and see what I can find in as short a time as possible.  Then I copy and paste to my manuscript the facts I want to use.  Sometimes I paste several paragraphs of research findings, which I'll be able to sort out, cut down, and customize to my story  later in rewrite. I also use a red font for this added research.


Then I save the changes and proceed telling the story.  I realize this pasted text adds falsely to my word count, but that's a minor problem, and not really a problem at all, because if I really want to be precise on where I'm at on words, I can block the inserted section, see the word count, and subtract that number from the overall count.  Below is an example of how I added some research on the fly from a website, marked it plainly, including the source, and kept on writing the narrative




Another explanation for the difficulty that German Catholics, in particular, faced in trying to get jobs in the new country was that while many immigrants came with funds to buy land or had technical skills and could work as tradesmen, not all who came to Cincinnati fit into this group.  
"German Catholic immigrants were often denied work at publicly financed construction jobs, and were excluded from joining clubs established by native-born Cincinnatians. German customs clashed with the lifestyle of American-born Protestants who frowned upon the way that German families spent Sundays in theaters, saloons, and various singing societies. Catholic loyalty to the pope in Rome seemed to prohibit the notion that these foreigners could ever become proper American citizens. This anxiety grew, resulting in the formation of the “Know-Nothing” party in the 1850s. A political group of nativists, they were alarmed as immigrants, Catholics, Jews and blacks streamed into “their city.” The panic continued to grow, causing a major riot on Cincinnati streets."  HTTP://WWW.CINCINNATI-CITYOFIMMIGRANTS.COM/CCI/GERMAN.HTM
I've also started typing notes and reminders right into the manuscript at the end of the current story.  For example, as I was writing a few days ago, I thought about how I should insert a photo of my grandmother's old Domestic sewing machine she gave to one of her daughters, my Aunt Clara, who in turn gave it to me when I was a teenager, and which I still have.  At the appropriate place in the book, around the time Grandma would have been using the machine, I'd like to see a picture of it, along with maybe the story of how Aunt Clara taught me to pump the treadle with my foot and sew up a seam, and about all the clothes I made for myself on that old machine.




In a red font I typed ** insert sewing machine photo** a number of spaces down from where my cursor currently resided.  As I typed, of course, the inserted red note moved down as well, to remain at the end of whatever I was typing.


Then another time, I decided I'd been looking back to my notes, or to Ancestry's Family Tree Maker, too many times to check dates of birth, death, or marriage, or which street one ancestor lived on at a particular time, so I inserted, again in red, the information down there with my sewing machine note.  This gave my fingers freedom to fly and not be distracted by small things I shouldn't let hinder me.


Below is an example of a few of my notes at the bottom of my current manuscript page, which move right along behind me.


valentine b: 1828 d: 1899 m: 1855 1933-34 jos and mary W. riddle rd. dates of deaths in order
 I'm seeing now that so many things happen when you follow the advice of all those great writers who say if you want to write, you just have to write, write, write every day.  Not think about writing, but just doing it on a regular schedule.


What happens when you immerse yourself in the writing is you become involved in your story, your book, you begin figuring out things on your own, you remember advice and tips you've stored away in your now hard-working brain.


It's all good!

Friday, February 3, 2012

Challenge Day 3

I'm excited about what I've done so far in the past two days on Somewhere Over the Rhine, my family memoir.  I'm beginning to see this looking like a book.

I decided yesterday to insert a family chart for my grandfather Frank Dean at the beginning of "The Dean of Orangeburg" chapter for my family readers to refer to easily as the various ancestors pop up in the writing.  Likewise, today I plan to put "The Wehrles from Baden" chart on the first page of that chapter.

Big Surprise!!  Discovered on a genealogy forum another Valentine Wehrle descendent who supplied me with the ship's passage info I've been beating my brain out to find for years.  Great, great grandfather Valentine and wife Maria docked at New Orleans in 1852, having sailed from La Havre, France.  Valentine's father's name was Franz Anton Wehrle from Wurttenburg-Baden.  Love it!

I'm happy with the Dean chapter, which I finished yesterday, and when I go back to edit -- hopefully next month -- it'll clean up easily and be what I intended.

This kind of writing is the hardest for me, though I would have thought otherwise.  I mean, I'm writing about what I know, which usually is the easiest, but because of the research, the facts and documents, and the historic timeline, it's tedious work.

I am  relieved to be finishing this project finally and so grateful I heard about this challenge in time to take part.  Back to work now.

Monday, January 30, 2012

Family History Writing Challenge

I'm all signed up and ready for the February month-long Family History Writing Challenge, Orchestrated by Lynn Palermo, the Armchair Genealogist.  You can find her and sign up for the challenge at http://www.thearmchairgenealogist.com/.

This comes, for me, at an incredible time.  I've let family problems detour my brain here lately and need to get re-focused on getting this family memoir finished and published.

The challenge itself is a God-send for me right now, and icing on the cake is all of the top-notch advice and information on planning and writing your book Ms. Palermo gives.  For free!

I'll be posting my progress here during the upcoming month and sharing what I learn.  It's good to be eager and excited for a change.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Where Can I Find the Prosit?

A photo I took on a recent trip back home.  The space between Murphey's Pub
and the red brick building is where I thought Grandma's apartment was.  It had a
decent side yard, and the other buildings are close together.  Also
in the photo of Grandma and Aunt Dot in the side yard, the "Warner Street" sign
is visible, meaning the house had to be in that spot.  This photo is taken on the
corner of Warner and Clifton.

I've looked and looked all over the web for the old Clifton Avenue saloon where my father and his friends hung out in the late '40s and early '50s.  I believe it was in the building now owned by Murphey's Pub.  Everytime we go home for a visit, I tell myself to go in the pub and see if the owners can give me any information on the Prosit Saloon.  I got on their website today and read the history they've posted.  Interesting.

They state that a Virgil Hahn established his bar and grill at that location in 1938, and the first beer was served. Then, in 1958, the business was sold to a Charles Mahoney who maintained the business until 1969, when the establishment became the present-day Murphey's.

The site also states that there have been many proprietors over the years.  Is it possible that between Hahn's and Mahoney's, the Prosit existed?

I remember, when we lived on Klotter Avenue, just a block or so down Clifton hill, in the sixties, the Prosit was there. On Clifton Avenue, not far from the corner of our street.  Honestly, it was there.

Perhaps in the empty lot next to Murphey's Pub there stood another commercial building that was demolished, and that was where the Prosit sat. Up until now, I've thought the empty lot was where the apartment building stood that Grandma lived in when I was a child, where Aunt Dot, Aunt Clara and Uncle Frank lived up until they married.

'll have to take another look when we're up there next, actually get out of the car and walk...maybe the physical closeness to the street and buildings will jolt my memory.  I'm also thinking I need to look up old property records to see what happened to the Prosit.

In the meantime, if a kindred Cincinnatian reading this remembers the old Prosit, give me a holler.  I'd be much obliged.  Back to my storywriting.

Friday, October 14, 2011

Storybook of Who You Are

Got this idea from a book I'm currently reading.  A Softer Strength, a Christian book by Dondi Scumaci.

What is the story of who you are?

If you scrapbook your family's life, or working on a written history of your family, have you given serious thought to revealing your personal life story?  The part that happened before your present life, whatever that may be.

If you're a Mom now, do your kids know who you were before you became their mother?

Think about it.  How important would it be to see and read the story of your mom's life?  Your dad's story?  Maybe your grandparents' lives?

I'm piecing together the life stories of my parents and grandparents in the present now.  Yes, I enjoy the research, the discoveries I make almost on a continuing basis.  But I can't help think how awesome it would be if my ancestors had written something while they were alive.

I guess I'm lucky, or blessed, or both, to have a good long-term memory of the stories I heard as a kid, of the family events and celebrations, the good times and the bad times.

But I'm really not talking "history" here as much as "story."  Personal story of who a human being is, inside and out.

I wonder if many of us even know who we are inside and out.

I'm getting more familiar with who I am because of the writing.

I also wonder...do some of us even care or think it's important to know who we are.  Really know.  We wear many hats in our lives.  We are many things to many people.

Is it important to know thyself?


"There are three Things extremely hard, Steel, a Diamond, and to know one's self." ~ Benjamin Franklin
Wherever we go, whatever we do, self is the sole subject we study and learn. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882), Journals (1833) 
Emerson also wrote a poem entitled "Γνώθι Σεαυτόν", or Gnothi Seauton ('Know Thyself'), on the theme of 'God in thee.' Emerson's belief that to 'know thyself' meant knowing the God which Emerson felt existed within each person.

Maybe we're afraid to go that deep into ourselves.  We like the status quo because it's safe.

At any rate, I'm at a point in life where I'm forced to expose the person I am for my own mental health.  I wonder if this happens to all of us at some points in our lives.

I've heard people who've experienced heart attacks speak of this.  Having a close call in life can make a person dig deep.  Become "real."

My favorite take on becoming real.


What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”
“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.
“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”
“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”
“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”~The Velveteen Rabbit, Margery Williams


Becoming real causes healing.

Some think they don't need healing...they're just fine, always have been, always will be.

That's strange thinking in my opinion.

Surface living.  Not worth much.

Always keeping everything as light as that fake butter they sell in the grocers' dairy cases.  No real substance.  A substitute for the real thing.

A lot of us come from families whose mantras read, "Don't let others know who we really are. Keep everything to ourselves.  Don't let the neighbors know."

Eventually that dedication to secrecy catches up with us.  

Because families aren't always right about things.

Are you still resisting that fact?  That families aren't always right?  Why?  What's at stake?

Think about The Story of Who You Are.  It's a storybook.  You can write it.  You can illustrate it with all those photos you have.  You will end up knowing yourself and becoming real.




Sunday, August 7, 2011

The Deans of Muses Mill

Latest research on Grandpa Frank.

This is all prior to his visit on Sander Street. 

Military record found on Frank Dean, birth date same, June 1989, enlistment date 30 Apr 1918, which puts him at 20 years of age.  10 Company Pensacola Coast Guard Artillery Corps, at Ft. Barrancas.  Two military records for this, and one lists him as "Francis."

Assuming this is indeed Frank, shortly after an honorable discharge on 22 Mar 1919, he married my grandmother, Clara Wehrle, on 6 May 1919.  On that marriage record, Frank lists his parents as Nelly Cramer and John Dean.

Retrieved a marriage record for Nelly Cramer and John Dean, dated 18 Jun 1900, two years AFTER Frank's birth. 

John Dean, born "abt 1862," is found in the 1880 Kentucky census, and he did list his birth state as KY, residence being in "Muses, Fleming, Kentucky."  He is 18 at that census and occupation is listed as "farm laborer."  Google of the town shows "Muses Mills," which is in Fleming County.  Parents:  Elisha Dean and Betsy Dean.  Familiar name to mine.  Hmmm.  John listed on his and Nelly's marriage license his parents' names as Elisha Dean and Betsy Jacobs. 

Nelly listed her parents as Ellen Cornell and John Cramer.  A record for their marriage shows a date of  16 Mar 1874. 

Nelly Cramer was then found on the 1910 Ohio census as the wife of Joseph O'Flaherty and Frank is listed as "stepson," aged 12, with a sister, Ettie, 8 years of age.  This marriage record found is dated 30 Mar 1910.

I then found a death certificate for Nelly O'Flaherty, at age 42, dated 19 Jan 1918, while Frank was in the military.  The death record shows cause of death as "mitral insufficiency" at St. Mary's hospital.  Nelly's birth date was 29 Jun 1876. 

The next recorded information on Frank appears in 1920, in the Ohio census, married to Clara.  My father was born 20 Feb 1920 and this census precedes his birth.  The 1930 census lists Raymond, my father, as well as younger siblings at that time, Norbert, Dorothy, and Clara.  "Junior" was yet to be born.  This tells me that Frank was still in residence.  It would have been shortly after Frank, Jr.'s birth when my father made him leave. 

As of this time, I'm thinking I'm a Dean descendant from the Deans of Muses Mill, Kentucky.