I took a break from blogging out of necessity. Life got in the way. I have enjoyed creating and maintaining this blog and I didn’t want to slow down or even stop. But, you know how it is, my mind would be consumed with survival during some choppy waters in my life. We all go through these periods, and usually the hard times don’t come one right after another, but, sometimes we get hit with tidal waves that knock us of our feet. We struggle to get back up, but another wave hits and another. It feels as if we will drown, but, keep trying to rise up to the surface. I am a good swimmer. I love to swim, so, fortunately, after repeated attempts, I have risen to the surface and am back to blogging.
It took the death of my beloved West Highland White Terrier to make me realize I needed to write and share my experiences with others. And I realize this is a blog about family history and genealogy, but, I have always shared a little bit about me here from time to time. I have included some childhood memories and some school days trivia and memorabilia. I got to thinkin’ that the post I published yesterday about Polie, my Westie, was maybe family history after all. I realized our cherished pets are family to many of us. And I thought about how I wanted to share more about my biography and life events. Blogging is easier to me than writing a book, so, why not write about my life these days a bit and continue to write about my family of origin, share some fun photos and stories about life in general.
Genealogy can be dry and it can be a little boring if you just have facts and no information about your ancestors’ personalities. Don’t you always wonder about your great aunt or great great aunt’s daily life or hobbies? Did she just go to church all the time as all the genealogical information you have found seems to imply? Was she really as sweet and devoted as her obit describes? I am often left with the feeling I would love to have a visit with these folks in my family tree. Let’s face it… you can visit ancestors in the cemetery, but, it leaves you stone cold (as in monuments) and sort of empty. Names and dates on a gravestone. What were their daily lives like?
I often think, as I wash dishes in my sink, wouldn’t it be fun to have your ancestor with you to see the modern conveniences in your kitchen? My great grandmother did not have running water in her house. I think: Wouldn’t it be neat to show her my sink with a faucet with hot and cold water, adjusted just to the right temperature, that flows into the basin of that sink over my dishes? I would think she would either be astounded in a good way, or perhaps, frightened by all these new things? I like to think she would get a kick out of spending time with me in my kitchen. She could teach me how to make a pie crust. After all these years, I would have someone to teach me first-hand how to make pie crust! I was told by one of my mother’s cousins, Billy, who grew up with my great grandmother, that she made wonderful pies, but, that she put too much sugar on the top crust. (How could that be a bad thing? Ha! Ha!)
I asked Billy if she was diabetic, because that seems to run in my family. He said that he didn’t think so. But, my grandmother, (her daughter) would not get tested for diabetes, so, how could she know. My grandmother was a nurse, but, she had a weight problem that maybe shamed her into denial. I asked Billy if Grandma Mary Jane was heavy-set, or overweight. He said no. Stuff to ponder. Perhaps I got my weight issues from a different family line. Maybe my father’s side? I just wonder things like that pretty often as I go about my daily routine. I have also wished I could go back in time and spend a day with one or more of my ancestors.
Census reports are great and wonderful tools for family history, but, they lead me to more questions about my ancestors. I want to see them as human beings, not statistics. Then it happened. My kids gave me one of their Amazon Fire tablets last Christmas. They were upgrading to newer models. I have to say it is the best Christmas gift anyone has ever gotten me, including The Beatles sweatshirt I got in 7th grade! They knew I had long been curious about how those gadgets worked. Since I had started having some health issues and not able to get out and do stuff as usual, this was a great way to spend some of my time. I was also having to deal with a sort-of hospice situation with my little dog who was very ill at times, this Fire tablet helped with the depression I’d felt as I went through these difficult times. I really wasn’t even able to sit with my laptop and work on genealogy or blog or “surf the net” without it being painful.
As I got acquainted with the Fire tablet, I explored all the literary advantages. I signed up for Overdrive using the local library card to access the resource. I had always loved library books and spent much of my life reading most everything I could (I yearn for knowledge!). I live in the country, so the library is an inconvenience for me these days and bookstores are an hour’s drive to and an hour’s drive back to my home. Until now. Lots of books make me feel rich! This IS a common thread in all my family tree lines… they loved to read and owned lots of books, published music sheets, hymnals and were highly educated. Many of my ancestors were teachers.
I, of course, have fallen into Prime reading, Kindle Unlimited and just recently I have delved into Audible. It is magical!!! Free books galore! Historical books, novels, biographies, such a huge world to escape in while I worked on feeling better and tending to my little dog. I set my goal on Goodreads to read 100 books in 2019. I didn’t pay much mind to that until the other day I discovered I had read 174 already! Astonishing. I have now had physical therapy that enables me to stay at my computer desk for longer periods of time and have begun to get caught up. So, I began hankering to blog again.
When my sweet little dog passed a week ago yesterday, as you may understand, there has been this huge heartbreak and this enormous void of time I’d spent toting him around, giving meds and holding him wrapped up in his afghan I’d made for him. I was feeling completely lost, empty, bewildered, devastated. I’d lost many pets in my lifetime and I knew this one would be perhaps the worst because he has had to be there for me as the adult children have grown busier and busier and the grandkids had grown up, too — high schoolers! This little dog was my world. My source of kisses and lovin’ I no longer got from family, or, even my husband who had his own health issues along with mine and the dog’s. I knew this would be tough. I had decided long ago that I would not bring another pet into my home when Polie passed. He was my third and final Westie. If you know the breed, you know they can be challenging. That was something I totally loved committing to when I was younger. Well worth the challenges! But, now, in my early 60’s, I just don’t have the stamina and strength to bring another pet home. So, this is the end of an era when it comes to my lifelong love of pet family. The emptiness is very painful at this time…nothing that a few decades won’t ease the pain just a little bit.
As I sat in my chair, the one with the dog bed no longer aside, I had cried my eyeballs out and I looked around. I heard the pet memorial wind chimes and I thought positive thoughts about Polie still being here with me — I hear his collar jingling still from time to time and I keep seeing him out of the corner of my eye — I decided to return to my blog with yesterday’s post. I decided then, that I would write more about my life. Which, if you think about it, really is family history because it is about my biography I would write to my kids and grandkids. It will be the sort of stories I would want them to know about my past and my family of origin’s past. There is a really amazing story to how I came to be against all odds. And apparently, I am some sort of mega survivor. And I think this may be a good way to share family history of the not-to-distant past. I do plan to restart my older ancestry research. This has been a 40 year hobby for me, so, I can’t give it up. But, I want to share more about my story and it is an interesting one that a few of my friends have said would make good Hallmark movie material. Ha! Ha! We would always laugh, but, it is true.
I think this may be a gift to me from my little dog, Polie, though. I think he is nudging me along with his little black nose and he is with me when I write. When I take my therapy walks everyday, I have dedicated those to him as well. I has been super hard for me to return to walking. Polie was my walking companion. I can’t stand walking without him. Anyway, that is a little of what I’ve been up to since my blog went silent for so long. I had withdrawn into my own little world with a lot of heartache knowing I would lose my best friend and doglet, Polie. And the world is changing so much for me as I face the future without kids or grandkids nearby. I am fairly isolated living in the country, would love to move to more civilization, but, that does seem to be an option. So, here I am again, folks. I’m back!
Sarah Emeline (Hunt) Bosworth
On October 17th, 1832 Sarah Emeline Hunt was born to Ward Ensign and Mary (Bascom) Hunt in Perrysburg, Cattaraugus, New York, USA. Ward Ensign Hunt was from Vermont and Mary Bascom from Massachusetts. Ward and Mary (Bascom) Hunt were very early pioneers of western New York.
Sarah’s parents had 12 children: Hiram Bascom Hunt (1818-1852), Henry Ensign Hunt (1819-1893), Rev. Ward Isaac Hunt(1820-1904), William Edwin Hunt (1822-1889), an infant-unknown name (1824-1824), Reuben Gay Hunt (1826-1861), Mary Elizabeth Hunt (1827-____), Joshua Bascom Hunt (1830-1835), George Hunt (1832-____), Sarah Emeline Hunt (1832-1908), Ellen Hunt (1834-1854) and Aaron Bascom Hunt (1837-1900).
Sarah Emeline Hunt was a teacher by training and experience. In the book “Biography of a Mind: Bosworth of Oberlin,” Sarah wrote an account of her life and in it she spoke of her mother “keeping abreast of current events. I remember her telling us that the Civil War was inevitable.” Widowed early in life, the mother was deeply religious and practically poised. “She would take me on horseback, in front or behind her,” to attend the Presbyterian church some four miles from the family farm in northwestern New York state. Sarah writes of her mother, Mary Bascom’s, influence upon her own life: “Parents should remember that in training children they are also training grandchildren indirectly.”
In Cleveland, Cuyahoga, Ohio, Miss Hunt was a public school teacher and teacher at Collamer Academy. Later, Sarah Emeline Hunt taught at Notre Dame located in St. Joseph County, Indiana. It was there Sarah met her future husband, Franklin Smith Bosworth who was actually a student of hers. Both were of the same age at the time.
Sarah Emeline Hunt and Franklin Smith Bosworth (1832-1919) were joined in marriage Jan. 4, 1859 in Dundee, Kane County, Illinois. At that point it appears Sarah’s career in teaching ended.
In 1852, Franklin S. Bosworth was engaged in business with his uncle, Increase C. Bosworth, in Dundee. A home tour in 1975 featured the Franklin Bosworth home at West Main and Fourth Streets in Dundee, Illinois as one of their homes of interest.
After about 20 years, Franklin and Sarah established their home in Elgin. An 1880 U. S. Census shows the couple and their daughter, Mary Abbie, along with a servant, Mary Moran, living at 37 Fulton Street. Franklin is listed on that census as a hardware merchant. Another census shows them at that home with their son, Frank Hunt Bosworth.
The Bosworths had four children: Reuben Hunt Bosworth (1859-1860), Dr. Edward Increase Bosworth (1861-1927) of Oberlin College, Mary Abbie Bosworth (1867-1942) and Frank Hunt Bosworth (1870-1919) a mayor of Elgin, Kane County, Illinois.
Sarah’s husband, Franklin S. Bosworth, held several terms as mayor of Elgin, Kane County, Illinois and her son Frank Hunt Bosworth was mayor of Elgin for one term.
In an 1877 newspaper article in the “Inter Ocean” mentioned Sarah’s membership in the Women’s Temperance Union in Kane County, Illinois.
The family attended the Congregational Church in Elgin, in which Franklin S. Bosworth held several official positions. We learn from another newspaper clipping that Sarah E. (Hunt) Bosworth, at the age of 57 years old, gave the welcoming speech at the local Baptist Church for the fifth annual meeting of The Ladies Home Missionary of the Congregational Church on May 21, 1890.
Sarah Emeline (Hunt) Bosworth passed away June 25, 1908 in Elgin, Kane County, Illinois. She is buried with her husband in Dundee Township Cemetery West in Kane County, the place they began their life together and raised their family.
Respectfully submitted by Tenderly Rose Robin Melissa Bosworth, great great granddaughter of Franklin Smith and Sarah Emeline (Hunt) Bosworth – September 26, 2018
Sarah Emeline HUNT (1832 – 1908)
Frank Hunt BOSWORTH I (1870 – 1919)
Son of Sarah Emeline HUNT
Wilder Morris BOSWORTH Sr. (1905 – 1990)
Son of Frank Hunt BOSWORTH
Frank Hunt BOSWORTH (1933 – )
Son of Wilder Morris BOSWORTH Sr.
Tenderly Rose Robin Melissa BOSWORTH
Tthe daughter of Frank Hunt BOSWORTH II
Cardunal Free Press
Wednesday, April 16, 1980
Local historian dies
Irma F. Dupre, author, historian, reporter and editor, passed away Saturday, April 5, 1980, in the Elgin Mental Health Center.
Miss Dupre, 89, formerly of 129 S. Second St., West Dundee, spent much of her illustrious life with the written word. She wrote the book, “The Romance of Dundee Township,” for the township’s centennial celebration. For many years, until the close of her writing career, she wrote the column, “Suburbiana” for the Cardunal Free Press. She had also worked for the Evanston newspaper, and the defunct Dundee Review. At one time she reported the news over the radio.
Miss Dupre contributed to the written history of St. James Episcopal Church of Dundee in the 1964 Parish Centennial Booklet. She wrote many press releases for various organizations, and at one time for the Dundee Township Public Library and the Dundee Township Historical Society.
She was born Oct. 10, 1890, in Dundee, the daughter of Peter F. and Lucy Blow Dupre and had lived in the Dundee area most of her life.
She was a member of the St. James Episcopal Church of Dundee and a former member of the Zonta Club and the Dundee Historical Society.
There are no immediate survivors.
She was preceded in death by her parents and a brother Rae.
Memorial services will be held today, Wednesday, at 2 p.m. in St. James Episcopal Church of Dundee, the Rev. Chester Boynton officiating.
There will be no visitation.
Cremation was in Elmlawn Crematory, Elmhurst.
Sharp-Schmidt Funeral Home, West Dundee was in charge of arrangements.
Memorials may be made in her memory to the Dundee Township Historical Society.
Mother of Irma Frances Dupre
Father of Lucy Flude Blow
Daughter of Charles BLOW
Son of Maria Elizabeth BLOW
Daughter of Frederick Judson “Fred” HOAGLAND
Son of Helen Marie HOAGLAND
the daughter of Frank Hunt BOSWORTH
The Rock Island Argus
July 18, 1913
HUSBAND, 94, SAVES WIFE FROM FLAMES
Stairway Crashes as Aged Man Bears Helpmate Away from Burning House.
Muscatine, Iowa, July 18
Heroism which parallels that of genuine fiction was exhibited by Charles Blow, 94 years old, from possible death in a fire which totally destroyed the residence of Mr. and Mrs. J. A. Contriman at Fruitland yesterday.
The aged people were in the home alone at the time of the fire. They have been guests at the Contriman home for the past several weeks, coming here from their home at Elgin, Ill. Their daughter, Mrs. Contriman was out in the pasture while Mr. Contriman was in the field.
The fire was discovered by Mr. Blow just as he had descended to the kitchen preparatory toward securing his breakfast. Considerable headway has already been made by the fire, a gust of flame enveloping him as he opened the kitchen door. Staggering from the noxious fumes he pluckily made his way upstairs where his wife was dressing. The aged woman was almost prostrated by the smoke which filled the upstairs portion of the dwelling and her husband practically carried her down the flight of the stairs. The passageway was dense with smoke and the two old people were compelled to fight their way to safety blindly. Flames singed the hair of both although neither was otherwise injured.
Barely a minute after they reached fresh air, the stairway crashed in.
The home was burned to the ground in its entirety. Nothing was saved. The loss to the furniture is estimated at about $1,500, while to the dwelling about $1,2000. The house was owned by Theodore Drake, a well known Muscatine Island resident. But a small amount of insurance was carried. The dwelling had recently been remodeled but since the improvements the insurance had not been increased.
Mr. and Mrs. Contriman had made their home in Fruitland since last February coming here from Chicago.
daughter of Charles BLOW
son of Maria Elizabeth BLOW
daughter of Frederick Judson “Fred” HOAGLAND
son of Helen Marie HOAGLAND
Me, the daughter of Frank Hunt BOSWORTH
Mr. Charles Blow and his wife, Lucy Flude Knott, are my 3x great grandparents.
Submitted by Tenderly Rose-Robin Melissa Bosworth Reininger
Installation Of Officers By West Ward PTA
Mrs. James P. Estrada was installed as president of the Gulfport West Ward Elementary Parent Teachers’ Association Thursday evening at the annual meeting for the year in the school auditorium.
Walter Ewing, who will be the new principal at the school for the 1967-68 session, was installing officer.
Mrs. Estrada, who succeeds Mrs. Ben Weeks, is a member of the faculty of Bayou View Junior High School.
Installed also were Mrs. Donald Suber, vice president; Mrs. J. L. Pullen, secretary; and Mrs. Curtis Parker treasurer.
This newspaper account is one of the articles my mother sent me through the years that she’d clipped and saved for me.
No date or name of publication is given. It is presumed the newspaper was The Daily Herald (Mississippi Gulf Coast) because that is the newspaper my family subscribed to all of my life. The year was probably 1967 – dates of school year).
Note: “Student must be accompanied by parent at night show”!