Centennial Tribute to . . .

Dad--- 

Truly taught by example; had a wry sense of humor; and yes, made some mistakes.

TWINS

Dad and his twin sister were the fourth & fifth living children of their parents. 

Of the two, he claimed to be born first.

a second article appeared two days later correcting the parents to W.H. Barnett; not W.C.

Family

Many, many family reunions, get togethers 

and simple visits were to abound. 

This one about 1921.

Honor Student

It was during the Depression; and the little Pennsylvania Dutch farmer next door kept an eye on Dad's family and their needs. At some point Dad had moved onto their farm and

when 'Jimmie' was appointed superintendent of the county home he told 'Peter' (as he called Dad) that he was to come and live in the superintendent's residence with him and Mrs. Barr.

It was so that Dad could attend High School 

and be sure to graduate.

Military

U.S. Army - WWII

Medical Corps

His stories were of stitching small wounds

and caring for soldiers in New Guinea

and overall he portrayed a positive experience.

(except for the bedside kangeroo that woke him one morning.

Oh, and the moldy boots.)

Married

September 24, 1947

Never a harsh word to the love of his life.

Provider

A day off or vacation mostly meant

lots of hard work at home.

Father

Not enough space to express

his acts of love and forgiveness.

Choices of medical treatment were fewer then,

but they sought them and didn't give up 

and happily seven years later, 

a Son.

Cars
Oh my, he did love his cars;

(and I suspect the wheeling and dealing that went along with them)

Work
Two words - Work Ethic!

Over time, two of his brother-in-laws 

also worked at the feed mills, Rae and Chuck.

Then for economic reasons, in his mid 50s, 
Dad went to work in a copper tubing mill 
until he was disabled following an accident at home.

Unconditional Love
"In sickness and in health

for better or for worse

'til death us do part"

Fifty-five Years

and He prayed for God's mercy on her soul

at her deathbed.

  

Perseverance 
Dad was injured in the early 1980s from a fall off the roof of a small barn at home.

It resulted in a complicated break in his hip.

At first he got along with a cane but

complications of aging resulted in him being bed ridden with Mum as his caregiver until she developed cancer. At that time he voluntarily

entered a  nursing home.

Once again he never placed guilt on his children

and every visit found a smile on his face.

(toothless as it was ;)

Passed On

Earthly life ends for all of us

and I thank Almighty God

that Dad's ending moments were peaceful.

   

 Happy 100th Birthday, Dad

So much more . . .

But that will wait for his written family history.

As a result of his love of family and community history, my retirement passion is genealogy and recording our stories.

It's Time to Begin

One of my projects this week is to write a Proof Summary including both types; a 'proof argument' and a 'proof cover sheet' for my great grandfather Jacob J 'Jake' Covert.

He has a couple mysteries in his overall history so I've been taking a look at the 50th anniversary addition of Genealogical Standards and the site below to see how to go about putting a standard proof together.

This is a personal endeavor for my own peace of mind to set forth evidence that I have completed an exhaustive search acceptable in the world of genealogy pertaining to my great grandfather, Jacob J. 'Jake' Covert.

It is my hope that, in the process, either the argument will stand the test; or areas that I haven't 'exhausted' will come to light.

This is important to me because after many years of researching, I am ready to begin writing my family history in a publishable and informative form.

I have been drawn to begin a rough draft since earlier this year but have allowed other research to hold me back. But now it's time and I'm looking forward to beginning.

SKILL BUILDING: Proof Arguments - https://bcgcertification.org/skillbuilding-proof-arguments/

'Lucky' to Have Him

52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks
Week 11 (two for me)

‘Lucky’

While I prefer ‘blessed’ to ‘lucky’, I understand the application of lucky in the everyday manner. In that light, my Uncle Bob comes to mind.

When the Spanish-American War ended, Spain ceded the colony of the Philippines to the United States in the Treaty of Paris. That was followed by a period of turmoil as the Philippines sought and won their independence. At the time my uncle was stationed there in WWII, the Philippines had become an important ally.

During those tumultuous times with the Philippines and the U.S., William Hall Barnett and Arabelle Nancy Covert Barnett welcomed the birth of their second son, Robert Earl on July 18, 1913.  Sad to say Uncle Bob had a twin sibling who died at birth.  The births took place in the city of Butler, Pennsylvania and were in all likelihood, home births as were their brothers and sisters. Their father, William was in the grocery business with his step-brother at 370 Center Ave. in a section of the city called Springdale. Mother, Arabelle, would have been nearby at their residence along with their first son, William

In two years, Bill and Bob were joined by another brother, James followed in 1918 by the birth of another set of twins, Ralph and Ruth. With a rapidly growing family, Will and Belle made the decision to move out of the city. In 1918 they were renting a two-story farm house in Connoquenessing and in 1920 they began a small truck farm of primarily berries on property about a half mile away. The access to this property was located up a long lane that was subject to drifting snow and spring flooding.

Knowing the Barnetts as neighbors and being aware of the condition of the lane, a little Pennsylvania Dutch Farmer neighbor with a big heart offered them an acre of land at the bottom of the lane. The young family was soon settled into their new home and over time added a barn, chicken coop and shed to the homestead; along with a cow, chickens and a mule or two. Transportation was by wagon and Uncle Bob and his siblings remembered their mother coming home from town in the wagon after a day of selling or trading the berries they had harvested.

Family stories reveal a lively bunch and insight into Uncle Bob’s personality. As the tale goes Grandpa Will was heard to say at the supper table “Bob must you be so ornery?”.  

As he grew into his teens along came motor vehicles and a lifelong passion for mechanics. Once again, there are many family stories about trucks, cars and escapades.

Then came along WWII and young American men being sent around the world. For Uncle Bob this was service with the Army Air Corps and to no surprise, the motor pool, while stationed in the Philippines.

                                                                                

It was on the voyage across the Pacific that ‘lucky’ came into play in the form of surviving a kamikaze attack on the troop ship.

Uncle Bob’s recollection was of the explosion causing two ship decks to disappear around him in the blink of an eye.

The letter of commendation he received revealed a little more of his involvement.

“Corporal Robert E. Barnett . . . Your valiant action in the rescue work following an enemy air attack on the Liberty Ship “Thomas Nelson” off Dulag, Leyte, on 12 November 1944, has been brought to my attention. I wish to commend you for your splendid performance.

Your magnificent efforts in extricating your wounded colleagues and getting them to medical aid represents the highest traditions of the service. At great personal hazard, you have demonstrated that no enemy action, however daring and disastrous, can deter us from our objective of ultimate victory.”

Two years later, January 2, 1946 he was honorably discharged having served with the 498^th Bombardment Squadron 345^th Bombardment Group and received the World War II Victory Medal with Bar and Lapel Bar.

Following the war, he returned to his family and married his girlfriend Irene, also a WWII veteran. Uncle Bob with the help of his dad and brothers built his first home in the nearby village of Meridian. About ten years late he came back to his roots and replaced the early home of his parents with a new one. 

Sadly, their only child Karen, was stillborn in 1949. Happily, their many nieces and nephews were loved by both of them.  And I might add teased unmercifully by the once ‘ornery’ Uncle Bob. Many of us remember his approach to life and the way in which his mechanical mind could fix anything and put many things to use in inventive ways.

He and Irene had been married fifty-one years when he died at his home June 11, 1997.
We, his nieces and nephews were the 'lucky' ones to have had our Uncle Bob.

A Woman of Strength

Revision of an earlier post for 
52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks
Week 11 (week 1 for me)

So where does this woman fit into my family research experience? She falls under the column of facts received from a reliable third party source. In her case for me that would be many conversations with  my father, who even though he did not meet her until her late years, knew much of her life story as told to him by his father, Maggie's brother. For me this is a reliable source of information unless further research proves otherwise.

Meet, my great aunt, Maggie

Margaret Davis Barnett



Just as her mother's, era of the civil war draws my interest so does Maggie's albeit, a few decades later.

I am drawn to Maggie's story by her apparent courageous and adventurous spirit. I have no way of knowing if she felt that in her spirit or if her decision to leave her home and travel across the continent was directed toward a commitment to her family and their care. Either way she took a journey I'm not sure I would have considered at that date and time.

At the age of thirty-four she embarked on a life changing journey. She, two of her brothers and a first cousin boarded a train for Wallowa County, Oregon as homesteaders. Her obituary gives this insight into early years there.

"Miss Barnett was an early settler of Wallowa County coming to the county in 1903... She was also a pioneer school teacher."

The rest of the story, as related by my father, is that she never married and that her life was plagued with financial woes. One of her brother's, Joseph, died twelve years after their arrival and her younger brother was reported to have become an alcoholic. And then of course there was the 'Great Depression'. These and other unknown factors lead her to heavily mortgage her properties (two hundred plus acres as a homesteader) which she struggled with up until she died.

At some point after my father returned from serving in the Army in WWII in 1945, he and his father traveled to Oregon at which time he took these pictures of the two homes she owned at that time.

This post wouldn't be complete without relating the 'other' family story about Maggie.

Family lore has it that Aunt Maggie carried a gun in her apron pocket and that on one occasion for an unknown reason it discharged and wounded her in the leg.

           Note: The story grew as time went by and another relative tells that after being injured she lay by the kitchen door until being discovered some time later.

As a child who grew up watching multiple 'cowboy' and 'pioneer' t.v. series and movies this story of course made Aunt Maggie appear to be bigger than life.

As an older adult I now appreciate that as a result of this character in the family novel, I was able to spend time in the my father's company hearing his voice and experiencing his wonderful sense of humor.

Those memories along with Aunt Maggie's portrait hanging in my home contribute to my ongoing interest in researching our family and passing on what I come to find to others.

This portrait rested in the attic of my childhood home. How it ever survived is amazing. It must have been covered by glass for at least part of that time or it would have been easily destroyed since I believe it is either pastels or chalk.

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