Hiding in every antique and second-hand shop is usually a boxful of old photos of people from ages past. A few have notes on the back saying who's in the photo. Fewer still aren't identified at all. While there are some websites that are posting copies (DeadFred.com, for instance), the blogosphere has birthed a new way to get those photos published so that, maybe, just maybe, they'll be identified and claimed.
A recent blog with just that purpose is "Forgotten Faces and Long Ago Places" authored by Teresa Wilson Rogers. She notes any information available along with the photo, and includes some witty observations of her own from time to time.
While the amusement value of these photos is enough in itself, there's real value in having them available to the general Internet public. Family historians, professional and amateur genealogists and historians alike can mine these photos for clues to who the subjects might be.
Take a look. Who knows? Maybe you'll figure out that one of these photos is of an ancestor from your very own family tree!
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Alias
Nope, this isn't a commentary on the very popular TV show starring Jennifer Garner as a spy. Instead, it's a note about the struggle to connect three branches of my maternal grandfather's family here in the States.
Family stories led me to believe that my grandfather (Pietro TOSO) traveled to California with two of his brothers in the 1890s. I was unable to locate any information about their given names. While Pietro settled in Colma (a southern suburb of San Francisco), the stories indicated that each of his brothers chose other areas of the State for their homes. It was possible, although not certain, that one brother was in the Stockton area of San Joaquin County. Searching old city directories led me to believe that the third brother might have settled in San Francisco itself (although that later proved to be incorrect).
I knew from running searches on the TOSO surname that variations could include del Toso, Tozi, Tozzi, and many others. I started paying attention to postings that included names similar to my grandfather's, but had no success in locating the missing brothers.
My grandfather and his brothers apparently all farmed, producing fruits and vegetables for California markets. They appeared to have stayed in touch even as they began to have families of their own. But more children, grandchildren and busier lives led the three branches of the family to drift apart. By the time my generation was in adulthood, no one had personal memories of grandfather's brothers or their families.
After a few years of fruitless searching, I stumbled across a posting by a gal who was discussing a family that sounded very much like my grandfather's. Eureka! A few more keystrokes and I located her phone number. Holding my breath, I called. She answered, and we discovered in a very few minutes that it was very likely her husband's family included both of my grandfather's brothers. How very cool is that? Over the next few months, she was able to prove the connection of the three branches through correspondence between my grandfather's branch and her husband's.
The interesting fact, though, was that the brothers had assumed the surname TOZI. But why? Preliminary research indicated only use of the TOSO surname.
Today, I came across an interesting bit of information that might explain the family's use of two surnames.
In POINTers (Pursuing Our Italian Names Together) magazine (Summer 2010 issue, page 32), there's a website noted: www.italianfamilysearch.com. To be honest, I don't remember having come across this website before. My exploration on it netted me this snippet:
Alias Surnames
In some areas of Italy, a second surname may have been adopted in order to distinguish between different branches of the same family, especially when the families remained in the same town for generations. These alias surnames can often be found preceded by the word detto, vulgo, or dit.
So it's possible that both surnames were used in my grandfather's family. Copies of family records obtained from Italy thus far mention only the TOSO surname. It'll take more research to learn when and how the two surnames came into use, but the snippet from Italian Family Search's website was key in understanding why the same family might use both.
If you're researching Italian ancestors, spend some time on POINT's website: http://www.point-pointers.net/home.html. Although you'll find more information about southern Italy, there are a few members who are doing research for northern areas. There is still a wealth of information to widen your knowledge base!
Family stories led me to believe that my grandfather (Pietro TOSO) traveled to California with two of his brothers in the 1890s. I was unable to locate any information about their given names. While Pietro settled in Colma (a southern suburb of San Francisco), the stories indicated that each of his brothers chose other areas of the State for their homes. It was possible, although not certain, that one brother was in the Stockton area of San Joaquin County. Searching old city directories led me to believe that the third brother might have settled in San Francisco itself (although that later proved to be incorrect).
I knew from running searches on the TOSO surname that variations could include del Toso, Tozi, Tozzi, and many others. I started paying attention to postings that included names similar to my grandfather's, but had no success in locating the missing brothers.
My grandfather and his brothers apparently all farmed, producing fruits and vegetables for California markets. They appeared to have stayed in touch even as they began to have families of their own. But more children, grandchildren and busier lives led the three branches of the family to drift apart. By the time my generation was in adulthood, no one had personal memories of grandfather's brothers or their families.
After a few years of fruitless searching, I stumbled across a posting by a gal who was discussing a family that sounded very much like my grandfather's. Eureka! A few more keystrokes and I located her phone number. Holding my breath, I called. She answered, and we discovered in a very few minutes that it was very likely her husband's family included both of my grandfather's brothers. How very cool is that? Over the next few months, she was able to prove the connection of the three branches through correspondence between my grandfather's branch and her husband's.
The interesting fact, though, was that the brothers had assumed the surname TOZI. But why? Preliminary research indicated only use of the TOSO surname.
Today, I came across an interesting bit of information that might explain the family's use of two surnames.
In POINTers (Pursuing Our Italian Names Together) magazine (Summer 2010 issue, page 32), there's a website noted: www.italianfamilysearch.com. To be honest, I don't remember having come across this website before. My exploration on it netted me this snippet:
Alias Surnames
In some areas of Italy, a second surname may have been adopted in order to distinguish between different branches of the same family, especially when the families remained in the same town for generations. These alias surnames can often be found preceded by the word detto, vulgo, or dit.
So it's possible that both surnames were used in my grandfather's family. Copies of family records obtained from Italy thus far mention only the TOSO surname. It'll take more research to learn when and how the two surnames came into use, but the snippet from Italian Family Search's website was key in understanding why the same family might use both.
If you're researching Italian ancestors, spend some time on POINT's website: http://www.point-pointers.net/home.html. Although you'll find more information about southern Italy, there are a few members who are doing research for northern areas. There is still a wealth of information to widen your knowledge base!
Sunday, March 20, 2011
52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy and History: Week 12 - Movies
52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy and History is an annual challenge for family historians to write about their own lives. Amy Coffin is the author.
Mom loved movies. We'd climb into a jitney (a sort of taxi) and ride from our suburban home in Daly City to whatever theater in downtown San Francisco was showing a kids' movie. Lady and the Tramp was a favorite. Alice in Wonderland gave me nightmares of falling down a never-ending hole in the ground. Yikes!
Mom's big purse would be full of the makings of spectacular salami and cheese sandwiches that we'd put together and eat during the movie. Real Italian salami, not the mushy stuff they now sell in the chain groceries. Swiss cheese with flavor that "bit" your tongue. Incredible onion rolls that married the meat and cheese superbly. Nonpareils for dessert (little domed coins of chocolate with tiny white balls of white sugar on top). Glorious!
Not that food was always the highlight of our time together. But it was sure a very close second to whatever else was going on.
Movies were magic for me, and still are. I've watched my share of stinkers, but a few were more than worth the time: Out of Africa, Funny Girl, all of the Bourne mysteries, Star Trek (my husband and I found our first common interest in the original TV series), Star Wars (the original three movies, not the latter), Dr. Zhivago, Galaxy Quest (not Academy Award material, but it was hilarious!), The Godfather series, Roxanne, The Lord of the Rings trilogy, the Toy Story series, The Professional (if you haven't seen this, you've missed one of Natalie Portman's best childhood performances), Terminator (and another of Arnold's successes -- Kintergarden Cop), WALL-E (a lovely animated film), Monty Python and the Holy Grail (hey, I'm not averse to English comedy now and then), Braveheart, Up (one of the best of all time, animated or otherwise), and many more. Any genre can have its winners. Die Hard comes to mind, along with Rocky.
Mom was still taking me to movies during my high school years. We went to see a James Bond film with Sean Connery -- Thunderball. A delicious, sexy film with a handsome star. But. Have you ever sat through a sexy movie ... with your mother? Mortifying. She never made a comment. I didn't either. But I'm sure my beet red cheeks must have said it all.
Mom missed going to the theater after her hearing deteriorated to the point that it would be physically painful for her to be in a theater with its blaring sound. So when I visited for the holidays, I'd bring my video player and a batch of movies on VHS tape. We could control the sound and spend hours watching in the comfort of her living room. Me on the floor, her on the couch with her afghan over her legs.
Whenever I see a really great movie, I think about her and wonder if I could maybe sneak some salami and cheese sandwiches into the theater. I carry a big enough purse. Hmmm.
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Mom loved movies. We'd climb into a jitney (a sort of taxi) and ride from our suburban home in Daly City to whatever theater in downtown San Francisco was showing a kids' movie. Lady and the Tramp was a favorite. Alice in Wonderland gave me nightmares of falling down a never-ending hole in the ground. Yikes!
Mom's big purse would be full of the makings of spectacular salami and cheese sandwiches that we'd put together and eat during the movie. Real Italian salami, not the mushy stuff they now sell in the chain groceries. Swiss cheese with flavor that "bit" your tongue. Incredible onion rolls that married the meat and cheese superbly. Nonpareils for dessert (little domed coins of chocolate with tiny white balls of white sugar on top). Glorious!
Not that food was always the highlight of our time together. But it was sure a very close second to whatever else was going on.
Movies were magic for me, and still are. I've watched my share of stinkers, but a few were more than worth the time: Out of Africa, Funny Girl, all of the Bourne mysteries, Star Trek (my husband and I found our first common interest in the original TV series), Star Wars (the original three movies, not the latter), Dr. Zhivago, Galaxy Quest (not Academy Award material, but it was hilarious!), The Godfather series, Roxanne, The Lord of the Rings trilogy, the Toy Story series, The Professional (if you haven't seen this, you've missed one of Natalie Portman's best childhood performances), Terminator (and another of Arnold's successes -- Kintergarden Cop), WALL-E (a lovely animated film), Monty Python and the Holy Grail (hey, I'm not averse to English comedy now and then), Braveheart, Up (one of the best of all time, animated or otherwise), and many more. Any genre can have its winners. Die Hard comes to mind, along with Rocky.
Mom was still taking me to movies during my high school years. We went to see a James Bond film with Sean Connery -- Thunderball. A delicious, sexy film with a handsome star. But. Have you ever sat through a sexy movie ... with your mother? Mortifying. She never made a comment. I didn't either. But I'm sure my beet red cheeks must have said it all.
Mom missed going to the theater after her hearing deteriorated to the point that it would be physically painful for her to be in a theater with its blaring sound. So when I visited for the holidays, I'd bring my video player and a batch of movies on VHS tape. We could control the sound and spend hours watching in the comfort of her living room. Me on the floor, her on the couch with her afghan over her legs.
Whenever I see a really great movie, I think about her and wonder if I could maybe sneak some salami and cheese sandwiches into the theater. I carry a big enough purse. Hmmm.
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