Photo: Asus Eee PC 1000HE 10-inch netbook, June 2009, Chicago, IL. Digital photograph. Privately held by Thomas MacEntee, [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE,] Chicago, Illinois. 2009.
Showing posts with label Wordless Wednesday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wordless Wednesday. Show all posts
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Wordless Wednesday
Photo: Confirmation Day, 1955 - MacEntee Children. LtoR: Unknown, Geraldine MacEntee, John MacEntee, William MacEntee, Richard MacEntee, Loretta MacEntee. St. Aloysius Roman Catholic Church, Livingston Manor, New York. Digital image. Privately held by Angela MacEntee O'Neill, [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE,] New Jersey, 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Wordless Wednesday
Photo: Georgiana Simpson (1862-1938) and husband Jacob DeGroodt (1860 - 1933), my 2nd great-grandparents. Digital image. Privately held by Dan MacEntee, [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE,] New York, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Wordless Wednesday
Photo: Margaret DeGroodt (1883 - 1970), my great-grandmother, with Betty MacEntee and children Brian and Christeen MacEntee. Digital image. Privately held by Dan MacEntee, [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE,] New Paltz, New York, 2009.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Wordless Wednesday
Pieter De Wandelaer, (1713 - aft. 1787) - my 7th Great-Grandmother. Portrait attributed to Pieter Vandelyn. Albany Institute of History and Art, Albany, New York.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Wordless Wednesday
Catharina De Wandelaer Gansevoort, 1689-1767 - my 9th Great-Grandmother. Portrait by Nehemiah Patridge, abt. 1718. New York State Historical Collection, Cooperstown, New York.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Weekly Genealogy Blogging Prompt #3
3. Participate in weekly blog themes: Tombstone Tuesday, Wordless Wednesday, etc. Many genealogy bloggers post photos of grave stones on Tombstone Tuesday or a photo worth 1,000 silent words on Wordless Wednesday. Participate in these informal events or invent your own.
I was an "early adopter" of Tombstone Tuesday and I usually try to participate on a regular basis. Wordless Wednesday has not been as consistent but that is because I need to scan more photos. Thankfully, Scanfest is coming up this Sunday!!!
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Wordless Wednesday
Postcard: Snow in Lowville, New York. Date unknown. Digital image. Privately held by Thomas MacEntee, [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE,] Chicago, Illinois. 2008.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Wordless Wednesday
Thomas J. MacEntee, age 7 and Santa. Photograph taken December, 1970 at New Milford, New Jersey. Privately held by Thomas MacEntee, [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE,] Chicago, Illinois. 2008.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Wordless Wednesday
Putty Basking On A Sunny Morn. Digital photograph taken October 26, 2008 at Mount Tremper, New York. Privately held by Thomas MacEntee, [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE,] Chicago, Illinois.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Wordless Wednesday
Liberty Central School, 5th Grade Class Photo, 1972. Photograph. Privately held by Thomas MacEntee, [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE,] Chicago, Illinois. 2008.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Wordless Wednesday
Edward Farren (my 2nd great grand uncle) 1880-1942, abt. 1898. Photograph. Privately held by Thomas MacEntee, [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE,] Chicago, Illinois.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Wordless Wednesday
Red Chairs at The Hartmanns. Digital image, taken Sunday, Ocotber 26, 2008 in Mount Tremper, New York. Privately held by Thomas MacEntee, [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE,] Chicago, IL. 2008.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Wordless Wednesday
Jacqueline Rose Pearson and her cousin Esmee, 2000. Digital image. Privately held by Thomas MacEntee, [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE,] Chicago, IL. 2008.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Wordless Wednesday
Freer House, New Paltz, New York, 1720. Digital image of postcard of home erected by my 7th great-grandfather, Hugo Freer (b. 1691). Privately held by Thomas MacEntee, [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE,] Chicago, Illinois. 2008.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Wordless Wednesday
Butter Queen aka "Princess Kay of the Milky Way." Digital image taken August 23, 2008 at the Minnesota State Fair, St. Paul, MN. Privately held by Thomas Richardson, [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE,] St. Paul, Minnesota. 2008.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Wordless Wednesday
Fred Roberts china gets ready for Sunday brunch. Digital image taken September 28, 2008. Privately held by Thomas MacEntee, [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE,] Chicago, Illinois. 2008.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Wordless Wednesday
Loretta McGinnis (1897 - 1971), Confirmation, abt. 1909. Digital image. Privately held by Thomas MacEntee, [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE,] Chicago, Illinois. 2008.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Not So Wordless Wednesday
On Wednesday I posted a photo of our friend Greg Anstett who was killed by a hit-and-run drunk driver last December right around the holidays. I posted the photo, not because it was his birthday but because the young woman who killed Greg on December 23, 2007 accepted a plea bargain and reduced sentence yesterday in San Francisco Superior Court this week.
I’ve held off on posting about Greg and his death not because I wanted to let the shock and pain of someone being killed at the young age of 51 and in such a hideous manner mellow into just a haunting memory. I did so since I did not want to unduly influence any court proceedings and jeopardize justice.
Samantha Osborne, 25, pleaded guilty in exchange for an expected sentence on October 22 of five years probation. The charges to which she entered the plea are a felony charge of hit-and-run resulting in death and a charge of vehicular manslaughter that was changed to a misdemeanor. This was Ms. Osborne’s third set of charges in a hit-and-run, DUI suspected case – she has had two other incidents with surpisingly similar circumstances.
In addition to the probation, Ms. Osborne will need to serve a 180 day sentence of home arrest, 90 days at a “work alternative program” and 720 hours of community service. If the terms of her probation or sentencing are violated, the result will be a state prison sentence without trial.
I don’t know how to feel right now at what should be closure on the loss of a friend. I think back to those days around December 23rd when no one could locate Greg who, although not always punctual, would never, never stand someone up or disappear without calling.
I received a call from a good friend who was supposed to meet Greg for dinner and he was a no show. After many calls and a few hours of waiting, the friend – who is 91 and lives a few blocks from Greg’s apartment – took it upon himself to see if something had happened. When he arrived at the apartment, he could see that Greg had not returned home from being out the night before. And so the process of calling hospitals and local police agencies was taken up by several friends.
On Christmas Eve, I got a call from another friend who sounded frustrated and exasperated: he had just returned from the Hall of Justice in San Francisco where the police department is based. He attempted to get some information but since he was not a family member, all he was told was “there was a violent incident involving Mr. Anstett” and no information as to whether Greg was dead or alive, or in a hospital.
So, Christmas Eve afternoon yours truly was in front of a computer at home scouring online lists, crime data and news articles. Finally, I spotted an item which made my heart sink:
License Plate Leads To Fatal Hit-And-Run Suspect
SAN FRANCISCO -- A 23-year-old woman who fled a fatal crash in San Francisco over the weekend was found by police a short time later because she left her front license plate at the scene of the crash, a San Francisco Police Department spokesman said.
The crash took place at about midnight Saturday night at the intersection of Van Ness Avenue and Post Street, when a green Jeep Cherokee driving southbound on Van Ness Avenue struck a man as he was walking in the crosswalk, according to Sgt. Neville Gittens.
Greg Anstett, 51, of San Francisco, was pronounced dead at 12:10 a.m., according to the medical examiner's office.
It was not known whether Anstett had a green light to cross the road at the time of the crash, according to Gittens.
There were no witnesses to the crash and the driver continued on, but police found the Cherokee's front license plate at the intersection, Gittens said.
About 20 minutes later, officers stopped the Cherokee a short time later at Eighth Avenue and Geary Boulevard, according to Gittens.
The driver, a Novato woman, was detained and released pending further investigation, Gittens said.
Officials have not released her name or whether drugs or alcohol were involved in the crash, Gittens said.
The woman, who was the only occupant of the Cherokee, has not yet been charged, he added.[2]
While I was still digesting and processing news that was difficult for me to understand let along relate to another friend, I picked up the phone. I struggled to break the news to my friends, especially my elderly friend for whom Greg had been the sole caretaker for several years. When one of our friends Larry answered the phone, I told him that Greg had been in an accident and was hit by a car on Saturday evening. Larry kept asking where Greg was, which hospital since they had already called all the possible places in the city. I kept repeating that Greg had passed away but it wasn’t sinking in on the other end. Finally Larry said, “So where is Greg,” and I had to say, “At the morgue, Larry.”
Knowing our friend Greg, and how he and his energy were the focus of any event he attended, we made the decision to stick with our Christmas Eve events at the homes of friends and families that night although the mood was understandably subdued.
While some of the facts of what this woman did, or better yet did not do, don’t merit mention due to their lack of humanity, I think it is important to question how such a terrible accident and the subsequent attempts at cover-up could take place:
- Sarah Osborne who hit and killed Greg Anstett was spotted as a solo driver at the time of the accident but 20 minutes later she was pulled over by police with two passengers in tow;
- Sarah Osborne was not given the standard sobriety tests which would normally be mandated in such an event;
- Sarah Osborne’s father, is a retired instructor for the San Francisco Police Academy and such a relationship seems to have warranted “special handling” of the case;
- Sarah Osborne was allowed the luxury of spending the holidays with her family before being charged with the accident while Greg Anstett had the luxury of spending them on a cold steel table while his friends and family tried to find him.
Greg’s death and the frustrating process of trying to locate him, not knowing he was dead, spurred me to become involved with Unclaimed Persons on Facebook. Created by Megan Smolenyak Smolenyak, Unclaimed Persons works with volunteer researchers, many of whom have genealogy backgrounds, and assists coroners’ officers across the country in locating the next of kin for decedents who have identification on them when found, but no obvious family to claim their remains.
I’ve become a Case Administrator which means I post case details and help shepherd the case through the process of research, analyzing facts, establishing connections with living relatives, and making a strong case to have the coroner’s office contact these relatives. Some cases are solved in a matter of hours, others weeks or months. Unclaimed Persons assists county and local agencies who either don’t have the resources due to budget cuts, or the expertise in on-line people research.
So this week, when I found out that we had solved not one but two cases, I do what I always do when I get the news: I take a moment to be thankful that our work helped someone to finally “make it home,” I think about how sad it must have been for someone to receive that call, and I cry just a little – admittedly sometimes a more than a little – at the fact that someone had to make the passage from light to darkness without the comforting hand of a friend or family member. And I always think of Greg.
Notes
[1] “Guilty Plea in Hit and Run,” accessed on September 18, 2008 at (http://www.ebar.com/news/article.php?sec=news&article=3325).
[2] “License Plate Leads To Fatal Hit-And-Run Suspect,” accessed on September 18, 2008 at (http://www.ktvu.com/news/14920011/detail.html).
I’ve held off on posting about Greg and his death not because I wanted to let the shock and pain of someone being killed at the young age of 51 and in such a hideous manner mellow into just a haunting memory. I did so since I did not want to unduly influence any court proceedings and jeopardize justice.
Samantha Osborne, 25, pleaded guilty in exchange for an expected sentence on October 22 of five years probation. The charges to which she entered the plea are a felony charge of hit-and-run resulting in death and a charge of vehicular manslaughter that was changed to a misdemeanor. This was Ms. Osborne’s third set of charges in a hit-and-run, DUI suspected case – she has had two other incidents with surpisingly similar circumstances.
In addition to the probation, Ms. Osborne will need to serve a 180 day sentence of home arrest, 90 days at a “work alternative program” and 720 hours of community service. If the terms of her probation or sentencing are violated, the result will be a state prison sentence without trial.
I don’t know how to feel right now at what should be closure on the loss of a friend. I think back to those days around December 23rd when no one could locate Greg who, although not always punctual, would never, never stand someone up or disappear without calling.
I received a call from a good friend who was supposed to meet Greg for dinner and he was a no show. After many calls and a few hours of waiting, the friend – who is 91 and lives a few blocks from Greg’s apartment – took it upon himself to see if something had happened. When he arrived at the apartment, he could see that Greg had not returned home from being out the night before. And so the process of calling hospitals and local police agencies was taken up by several friends.
On Christmas Eve, I got a call from another friend who sounded frustrated and exasperated: he had just returned from the Hall of Justice in San Francisco where the police department is based. He attempted to get some information but since he was not a family member, all he was told was “there was a violent incident involving Mr. Anstett” and no information as to whether Greg was dead or alive, or in a hospital.
So, Christmas Eve afternoon yours truly was in front of a computer at home scouring online lists, crime data and news articles. Finally, I spotted an item which made my heart sink:
License Plate Leads To Fatal Hit-And-Run Suspect
SAN FRANCISCO -- A 23-year-old woman who fled a fatal crash in San Francisco over the weekend was found by police a short time later because she left her front license plate at the scene of the crash, a San Francisco Police Department spokesman said.
The crash took place at about midnight Saturday night at the intersection of Van Ness Avenue and Post Street, when a green Jeep Cherokee driving southbound on Van Ness Avenue struck a man as he was walking in the crosswalk, according to Sgt. Neville Gittens.
Greg Anstett, 51, of San Francisco, was pronounced dead at 12:10 a.m., according to the medical examiner's office.
It was not known whether Anstett had a green light to cross the road at the time of the crash, according to Gittens.
There were no witnesses to the crash and the driver continued on, but police found the Cherokee's front license plate at the intersection, Gittens said.
About 20 minutes later, officers stopped the Cherokee a short time later at Eighth Avenue and Geary Boulevard, according to Gittens.
The driver, a Novato woman, was detained and released pending further investigation, Gittens said.
Officials have not released her name or whether drugs or alcohol were involved in the crash, Gittens said.
The woman, who was the only occupant of the Cherokee, has not yet been charged, he added.[2]
While I was still digesting and processing news that was difficult for me to understand let along relate to another friend, I picked up the phone. I struggled to break the news to my friends, especially my elderly friend for whom Greg had been the sole caretaker for several years. When one of our friends Larry answered the phone, I told him that Greg had been in an accident and was hit by a car on Saturday evening. Larry kept asking where Greg was, which hospital since they had already called all the possible places in the city. I kept repeating that Greg had passed away but it wasn’t sinking in on the other end. Finally Larry said, “So where is Greg,” and I had to say, “At the morgue, Larry.”
Knowing our friend Greg, and how he and his energy were the focus of any event he attended, we made the decision to stick with our Christmas Eve events at the homes of friends and families that night although the mood was understandably subdued.
While some of the facts of what this woman did, or better yet did not do, don’t merit mention due to their lack of humanity, I think it is important to question how such a terrible accident and the subsequent attempts at cover-up could take place:
- Sarah Osborne who hit and killed Greg Anstett was spotted as a solo driver at the time of the accident but 20 minutes later she was pulled over by police with two passengers in tow;
- Sarah Osborne was not given the standard sobriety tests which would normally be mandated in such an event;
- Sarah Osborne’s father, is a retired instructor for the San Francisco Police Academy and such a relationship seems to have warranted “special handling” of the case;
- Sarah Osborne was allowed the luxury of spending the holidays with her family before being charged with the accident while Greg Anstett had the luxury of spending them on a cold steel table while his friends and family tried to find him.
Greg’s death and the frustrating process of trying to locate him, not knowing he was dead, spurred me to become involved with Unclaimed Persons on Facebook. Created by Megan Smolenyak Smolenyak, Unclaimed Persons works with volunteer researchers, many of whom have genealogy backgrounds, and assists coroners’ officers across the country in locating the next of kin for decedents who have identification on them when found, but no obvious family to claim their remains.
I’ve become a Case Administrator which means I post case details and help shepherd the case through the process of research, analyzing facts, establishing connections with living relatives, and making a strong case to have the coroner’s office contact these relatives. Some cases are solved in a matter of hours, others weeks or months. Unclaimed Persons assists county and local agencies who either don’t have the resources due to budget cuts, or the expertise in on-line people research.
So this week, when I found out that we had solved not one but two cases, I do what I always do when I get the news: I take a moment to be thankful that our work helped someone to finally “make it home,” I think about how sad it must have been for someone to receive that call, and I cry just a little – admittedly sometimes a more than a little – at the fact that someone had to make the passage from light to darkness without the comforting hand of a friend or family member. And I always think of Greg.
Notes
[1] “Guilty Plea in Hit and Run,” accessed on September 18, 2008 at (http://www.ebar.com/news/article.php?sec=news&article=3325).
[2] “License Plate Leads To Fatal Hit-And-Run Suspect,” accessed on September 18, 2008 at (http://www.ktvu.com/news/14920011/detail.html).
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Wordless Wednesday
Greg Anstett (1956 - 2007), November, 2001. Digital image. Taken and privately held by Thomas MacEntee, [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE,] Chicago, Illinois. 2008.
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