What a Great Scanfest!

In case you missed it, a fun and productive time was had by all during yesterday's Scanfest hosted by Miriam Midkiff Robbins of AnceStories: The Stories of My Ancestors.

Not only were basic scanning questions answered (Which DPI should I use? Do I save as TIFF or JPG format or both?) but lots of tricks and tips were revealed (Use dental floss to remove pictures stuck in those awful "magnetic" album pages.  Or better yet, just scan the entire page and then save as separate photos).

If you haven't attended a Scanfest yet, get ready for another one at the end of February.  Keep tabs on this event at Geneabloggers Group on Facebook or at the newGeneabloggers website.

Weekly Genealogy Blogging Prompt #1

1. Upload your favorite picture and talk about it on your blog. Answer the who/what/when/where/why of the subject matter and explain why it is your favorite.

Of course, it figures that the first weekly genealogy blogging prompt would be one of the easiest for me. I've posted about this photo previously and since that time, a few months ago, my feelings have not changed towards it. This photo of Anna McPhillps Austin taken around 1923 has always been the favorite in my collection.

Here is what I've said in the past about this photo:

I've posted the tragic story of Anna before on this blog but I think the story is one that can endure another telling.

Anna T. McPhillips was born on October 27, 1889[1] in the small town of Lowville in Lewis County, New York where my great-grandfather John Ralph Austin was born. My great-grandfather's brother, Maurice Ira Austin would eventually marry Annie, as she was known, on February 20, 1912 in New York City [2] .

Annie and Maurice (pronounced as Morris) had two children, both born in The Bronx, New York: Dorothy Marie Austin born on April 29, 1913[3] and Eugene J. Austin born on January 10, 1917[4].

Annie died suddenly on May 8, 1925 as a result of an automobile accident in which she was struck by a car. A short article in the Utica Observer Dispatch, dated May 10, 1925 states "The telegram simply stated that Mrs. Austin had been struck by an automobile, of which the driver had doubtless lost control, jumped the curb." [5]

I have spent much of the day trying to find more information about the accident itself and I've been questioning myself as to the "why" and the "how" it relates to this photo. I love the sense of mystery involved, not being able to fully see Annie's face. I also think that the cloche hat, the 1920's style dress with no waistline, the beaded necklace all add to the charm of the image.

I was hoping that at least a small article as to the circumstances of the accident would have appeared in at least one of the New York papers, but all I could find was an article dated May 8, 1925 describing a runaway automobile in the Bronx that injured four people.

I am almost certain that this accident is the same one that killed Anna McPhillips Austin but there are some items in the article which cause doubt: a) the article was published May 8, 1925 the same day that Annie died. The article states that the accident occurred at 163rd Street and Third Avenue "last night" meaning May 7, 1925; b) Annie could have been struck on May 7 and died the next day but there is no mention of her, or even of an unidentified woman in the article - only four persons who were ". . .all attended by an ambulance surgeon and went home;" and c) could Annie have been pinned by one of the automobiles struck by the runaway car and this was discovered after the reporter had left the scene?[6]

I have an email into my 2nd cousin once removed who is the grandson of Annie and I've asked him to provide any details he can concerning the accident.

Sometimes when I look at the photo of Annie in that dress with that hat, I wonder if I would have had the chance to meet her as a child, what influences she would have had on the family and more. But due to her brief life I have very few details as to who Anna T. McPhillips Austin really was.

Notes:

[1] Putman, George W., Genealogy of David Putman and His Descendants, (Private publication, 1916), p. 49.

[2] NY City Health Department, NY City Grooms Index, 1908 - 1936, (http://www.italiangen.org/NYCMarriage.stm) accessed on August 8, 2008 citing Manhattan Marriage Certificate #5305. Note: Anna McPhillips listed as Anna McPhelips.

[3] Moore, Edith Austin, A Genealogy of the Descendants of Robert Austin of Kingstown, R.I., (St. Petersburg, FL: 1951), p. 320.

[4] Id.

[5] "Killed In New York," (http://www.fultonhistory.com/Fulton.html) accessed on August 8, 2008 citing Utica Observer Dispatch, May 10, 1925, page 5.

[6] "Wild Auto Runs Upon Sidewalk, Injuring 5; Hits Another Car, Saving Safety Zone Crowd," (http://www.nytimes.com) accessed on August 8. 2008 citing New York Times, May 8, 1925.

A Family of 13 Stuffed In A Stocking

Austin Children, abt. 1950. Digital photograph. Privately held by Thomas MacEntee, [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE,] Chicago, Illinois. 2008.

This post was composed for the 8th Edition of Smile For The Camera ~ A Carnival of Images

The photograph above is one of my favorites since it shows my mother, Jacqueline Austin MacEntee (lower right) and her siblings. When the photo was taken around 1950, the youngest child had not yet been born so only 11 children of Alfred Austin are shown (only!).

Growing up, I was always fascinated by the many stories my mother and my aunts and uncles would tell about growing up with such a large brood. This was during and right after the Great Depression and I know things were tough for everyone, let along a family with 12 children. One story I remember most is my grandfather taking all 12 children to go see the movie Cheaper By The Dozen. I guess my grandfather asked for a discount since he had so many children but the theater owner demanded proof. So my grandfather went home and pulled all 12 birth certificates, came back and everyone got in for free!

Whose stocking would I stuff with this? It would have to be my grandmother, Anna Henneberg Austin, the mother of all these wonderful children. Since she died in 1965 and I never really got to know her, I'd love to hear her take on what it was like to raise 12 children. I would want to listen to every story, hang on every detail and be able to ask questions. I'd want to know how it was to provide food and clothing and the basic necessities; how it was to not know what kind of trouble the kids would get into next; how the joys of a large family outweighed the burdens.

And I'm sure that all her responses to me would fill more than one Christmas stocking. Well, at least 12 of them.



Austin Children, abt. 1998. Digital photograph. Privately held by Thomas MacEntee, [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE,] Chicago, Illinois. 2008.

LIFE Magazine Image Archive via Google

LIFE photo archive hosted by Google via kwout

Today Google announced that they have made available about 2 million images from the archives of Life magazine with a goal of posting the other 8 million images during the next few months.

I remember that while we never received Life magazine at home, I was always able to read it over at my great-grandparents' house and occasionally when I went to the doctor or dentist. Yes, even at the young age of six I eschewed Highlights and other children's magazines in favor of the fabulous photos offered by the over-sized Life magazine. Goofus and Gallant had nothing on a good Dorothea Lange photo - this was obvious to even someone as young as me.

While the images are all copyrighted and I'm not sure they would fall within the "fair use" rules in terms of posting on your blog, you can order merchandise such as framed photos of certain images.

Check out the archive here and be prepared to while away at least an hour traveling down memory lane.

A Yearbook to Remember

Well, a hypothetical yearbook since if I had a yearbook picture from 1950 and was still in school with a yearbook picture in 1996, I'd be better off just quitting and getting my GED!

Thanks to Colleen at Orations of OMcHodoy for putting this yearbook of genea-bloggers together. Hopefully she won't start assigning "titles" such as "most likely to . . ."

My Hair's Tortured Past

This post was composed for the 5th Edition of Smile For The Camera ~ A Carnival of Images

Rather than focus on the hair of my ancestors and its various forms from the bob of the 1920s, the "marcelled" look of the 1930s up through the beehive in the 1960s and the use of a "switch" a la Auntie Mame, I've decided to let you all in on the tortured past of my hair, in pictures no less.

My obsession with hair started as a young child, as you can see above, posing with one of my mother's many wigs. Did your mother have a wig or two, perhaps placed on a styrofoam wig head, safely tucked away in a wig box? Or perhaps there was a small case full of switches or hairpieces? My mother used to have a long ponytail that matched her hair color and it would be tucked into her natural hair when going out to a social event. I also remember older women in my family with their bun hairpieces or other sorts.

As are most men in my mother's side of the family, I am blessed with a full head of hair despite my advancing years and the stresses of work, home and life in general. While most men start losing their hair in their 30s, the men in my family tend to go to their graves with shocking amounts of hair on top of their heads. But, as in most pleasures of life, there is a drawback, or a "gotcha:" the hair will turn prematurely gray. I know this for a fact and have seen it in photographs of various family members.

What to do? Well only my hairdresser knows for sure, but in my youth, hair color was my friend. I came of age during the early 1980s with the Punk and New Wave trends in place and with those styles came bizarrely colored hair. I often say that my hair has been so many colors that my dandruff looked like jelly beans and my shadow looked like a stained glass window. You name it, I had it - though I was partial to pink. Shocking pink. [Note: the photos of me with bizarrely colored hair have somehow disappeared and not to be found. Surely, I would share them with you, my dear readers, if only I had access to them. Not.]

When I moved to California, I was soon taken with the Billy Idol look so then peroxide became my new friend. A bottle blond was I and not ashamed of it as you can tell by this photo:



Photo 1: Thomas MacEntee, age 7. Liberty, New York, 1969. Digital image. Privately held by Thomas MacEntee, [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE,] Chicago, Illinois. 2008.

Photo 2: Thomas MacEntee, age 26. San Francisco, California, 1989. Digital image. Privately held by Thomas MacEntee, [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE,] Chicago, Illinois. 2008.

Missing Yearbook Photos? Help Is On The Way

1960

Are you missing yearbook photos of your parents or perhaps other relatives, both living and unliving?  Or are you wondering what you might look like in some of the hair fashions of yesteryears, such as the Beehive, Tower of Barrel Curls, Freedom 'Fro or others?  Not to worry.  Yearbook Yourself is here to help.

The website allows you to take a photo of a loved one or a friend (for illustrative purposes I am using photos of myself and my beautiful assistant Miriam Midkiff Robbins of AnceStories: The Stories of My Ancestors, who I know will be a good sport about this) and place them in various period poses from 1950s to the present.

Perhaps we can get a Genea-Blogger's yearbook going? Perhaps you need a photo of yourself or an ancestor for the upcoming 5th Edition of Smile for the Camera with a stylin' do?

Or perhaps I need something better to do on Sunday afternoons. Let me know. It might be in your best interest.


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Some New Austin Photos

I am privileged to have received several Austin photographs via e-mail from a far-flung cousin, Kem Kay Hart-Baker. Kem and I have run into each other on several message boards over the past year or so, and have discussed Elon Clark Austin, her great-grandfather and my 2nd cousin 4 times removed.

Here are the great photos:



Alice Irene Austin (nee Harris) (Abt 1860 - 1932) and Henry Stephen Austin (1857 - 1938). Photograph dated abt. 1900. Digital image. Privately held by Kem Kay Hart-Baker, [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE,] Nichols, New York. 2008. IMAGE NOT TO BE REPRODUCED BY ANY MEANS.




Elon Clark Austin (1889 - 1955) and Lillian L. Austin (nee Hie) (1884 - 1970). Photograph dated abt. 1945. Digital image. Privately held by Kem Kay Hart-Baker, [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE,] Nichols, New York. 2008. IMAGE NOT TO BE REPRODUCED BY ANY MEANS.




Elon Clark Austin (1889 - 1955). Undated photograph. Digital image. Privately held by Kem Kay Hart-Baker, [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE,] Nichols, New York. 2008. IMAGE NOT TO BE REPRODUCED BY ANY MEANS.




Elon Clark Austin (1889 - 1955) and Lillian L. Austin (nee Hie) (1884 - 1970). 40th Anniversary photograph. Digital image. Privately held by Kem Kay Hart-Baker, [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE,] Nichols, New York. 2008. IMAGE NOT TO BE REPRODUCED BY ANY MEANS.




Headstone for Elon Clark Austin (1889 - 1955), Lillian L. Austin (nee Hie) (1884 - 1970), and son Clarence D. Austin (1929 - 1933). Digital image. Privately held by Kem Kay Hart-Baker, [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE,] Nichols, New York. 2008. IMAGE NOT TO BE REPRODUCED BY ANY MEANS.

My Favorite Photograph

This post was composed for the 4th Edition of Smile For The Camera ~ A Carnival of Images

When the theme for this edition of Smile For The Camera was announced, I knew within five seconds which photo I would select. This image of Anna McPhillps Austin taken around 1923 has always made an impression on me.

I've posted the tragic story of Anna before on this blog but I think the story is one that can endure another telling.

Anna T. McPhillips was born on October 27, 1889[1] in the small town of Lowville in Lewis County, New York where my great-grandfather John Ralph Austin was born. My great-grandfather's brother, Maurice Ira Austin would eventually marry Annie, as she was known, on February 20, 1912 in New York City [2] .

Annie and Maurice (pronounced as Morris) had two children, both born in The Bronx, New York: Dorothy Marie Austin born on April 29, 1913[3] and Eugene J. Austin born on January 10, 1917[4].

Annie died suddenly on May 8, 1925 as a result of an automobile accident in which she was struck by a car. A short article in the Utica Observer Dispatch, dated May 10, 1925 states "The telegram simply stated that Mrs. Austin had been struck by an automobile, of which the driver had doubtless lost control, jumped the curb." [5]

I have spent much of the day trying to find more information about the accident itself and I've been questioning myself as to the "why" and the "how" it relates to this photo. I love the sense of mystery involved, not being able to fully see Annie's face. I also think that the cloche hat, the 1920's style dress with no waistline, the beaded necklace all add to the charm of the image.

I was hoping that at least a small article as to the circumstances of the accident would have appeared in at least one of the New York papers, but all I could find was an article dated May 8, 1925 describing a runaway automobile in the Bronx that injured four people.

I am almost certain that this accident is the same one that killed Anna McPhillips Austin but there are some items in the article which cause doubt: a) the article was published May 8, 1925 the same day that Annie died. The article states that the accident occurred at 163rd Street and Third Avenue "last night" meaning May 7. 1925; b) Annie could have been struck on May 7 and died the next day but there is no mention of her, or even of an unidentified woman in the article - only four persons who were ". . .all attended by an ambulance surgeon and went home;" and c) could Annie have been pinned by one of the automobiles struck by the runaway car and this was discovered after the reporter had left the scene?[6]

I have an email into my 2nd cousin once removed who is the grandson of Annie and I've asked him to provide any details he can concerning the accident.

Sometimes when I look at the photo of Annie in that dress with that hat, I wonder if I would have had the chance to meet her as a child, what influences she would have had on the family and more. But due to her brief life I have very few details as to who Anna T. McPhillips Austin really was.

Notes:

[1] Putman, George W., Genealogy of David Putman and His Descendants, (Private publication, 1916), p. 49.

[2] NY City Health Department, NY City Grooms Index, 1908 - 1936, (http://www.italiangen.org/NYCMarriage.stm) accessed on August 8, 2008 citing Manhattan Marriage Certificate #5305. Note: Anna McPhillips listed as Anna McPhelips.

[3] Moore, Edith Austin, A Genealogy of the Descendants of Robert Austin of Kingstown, R.I., (St. Petersburg, FL: 1951), p. 320.

[4] Id.

[5] "Killed In New York," (http://www.fultonhistory.com/Fulton.html) accessed on August 8, 2008 citing Utica Observer Dispatch, May 10, 1925, page 5.

[6] "Wild Auto Runs Upon Sidewalk, Injuring 5; Hits Another Car, Saving Safety Zone Crowd," (http://www.nytimes.com) accessed on August 8. 2008 citing New York Times, May 8, 1925.

Best. Scanfest. Ever.

I just wanted to say thanks to Miriam and all the other participants in yesterday's Scanfest. I believe there were a record 17 participants all using IM and trying to scan at the same time.

I was able to scan a booklet from 1895 entitled Souvenirs of Lowville. While I had scanned this last year, I did so without really following some scanning "best practices" such as saving the master scan as a .TIFF file, using 300 dpi resolution, etc.

And despite the vicious rumors from several unnamed jealous participants (you know who you are), I did not have five scanners running at one time in order to complete my project. I'm simply efficient and can multi-task. So there.

I can't emphasize enough how much you can learn at Scanfest - it isn't all just chatting and hilarity, despite what you might hear. And, of course, if you choose, you can opt just to chat and not scan - unless you have a web camera, no one will know the difference!

The next Scanfest will be on Sunday, August 24th, from 11am - 2pm PDT (1pm - 4pm CDT here in Chicago). Check out the event listing at the Genea-Bloggers group on Facebook or visit AnceStories: The Stories of My Ancestors for more information.

Now That's A Family Tree!

Šternberg Family Tree. Photograph. November 9, 2005, Sazava Czech Republic. Digital image. Held by Takato Marui on Flickr (http://www.flickr.com/photos/m-louis/95221116/) accessed on July 10, 2008. Used via Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States license.


Could you imagine doing this in your home?

Obituary Photos

There seems to be a raging discussion in the Dear Abby column today as to the use of obituary photos in newspapers and whether a photo should be "current" or show the deceased in the prime of their life.

For years, I was of the belief that the photo should be current but now that I've been exposed to more and more family photographs and reading blogs such as Shades Of the Departed, I am in agreement with most people: photos from the deceased's "prime of life" time are much better.

When newspapers first started running photos in obituaries (and it is a money-maker since it increases the cost of the announcement), I thought it was misleading to see a photo of an 84 year old woman that looked as if she were 34. Thinking that Cher had nothing on this woman, I would usually have to reread the obituary to make sure the age at time of death wasn't 48 instead of 84.

And putting aside valid reasons such as there not being any current photos of the deceased available, as I grow older I can see the wisdom of using a photo from the earlier years of the departed. In my mind, I often see myself as 25 or 30 and not my current mid-40s age. And as the aging process progresses, I'm sure I will keep this perspective.

An obituary for many is not just an announcement of one's passing. It is a short summary of one's life - achievements, successes, losses, battles - and should sum up the "essence" of that person.

Look at the poll in the upper right about this topic and cast your vote. And - if you could select one photo that depicted your "essence," which photo would that be?

A Small Town Wedding

This post was composed for the 2nd Edition of Smile For The Camera ~ A Carnival of Images



Jacqueline Austin MacEntee and Richard MacEntee. Photograph. July 1, 1961. Digital image. Privately held by Thomas MacEntee, [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE,] Chicago, Illinois. 2008.

I've been to so many weddings back in my hometown of Liberty, New York - population 4,000 - and I am certain that the wedding of my parents followed much of the same traditions and protocols. You have to realize that, and it is no joke, my hometown was and continues to be about 40 miles from nowhere. When I try to describe the atmosphere to various people, they can't image a place being only 90 miles from New York City yet being so isolated. As I grew up, I felt that Liberty was 90 years from New York City, and like most youth, could not wait to graduate from high school and leave.

As for weddings, there were no banquet halls; one always knew that a wedding reception was either at a firehouse, the Grange Hall, the Knights of Columbus, the Elks, the Fireman's Park or someone's backyard. Food was more often cooked by several women in town who served as the "caterers" for these locations and the type of food served depended on which location you selected. If I remember correctly, the Knights served Italian, the firehouse or the Fireman's park might hold a cookout if the weather were cooperative, and all the others served what we called "homemade food."

I was lucky enough to inherit the wedding album for my parents who were married on July 1, 1961 in Liberty at St. Peter's Roman Catholic Church on North Main Street.

I know that my parents did not have a lot of money when they got married - my mother's gown was the "something borrowed" since it was loaned to her by her older sister Jo'El Austin DeStefano who was married in September 1956. The reception was held at the Grange Hall in town and the food was, to me, the best kind - homemade.



Alfred Austin and Jacqueline Austin. Photograph. July 1, 1961. Digital image. Privately held by Thomas MacEntee, [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE,] Chicago, Illinois. 2008.



Richard MacEntee and Jacqueline Austin MacEntee. Photograph. July 1, 1961. Digital image. Privately held by Thomas MacEntee, [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE,] Chicago, Illinois. 2008.



Jacqueline Austin. Photograph. July 1, 1961. Digital image. Privately held by Thomas MacEntee, [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE,] Chicago, Illinois. 2008.

I never remembered these images growing up, probably because the wedding would last a little over nine years. I think my favorite photo is the one of my mother in the mirror.

That Month of Three

This post was composed for the 1st Edition of Smile For The Camera ~ A Carnival of Images

That Month of Three

In your arms, that month of three,
you held and loved and carried me.
Our blue eyes, our skin both fair,
your gaze told me you'd be right there,
by my side, through good and bad.
And oh what times, what times we had!

Trips away were so much fun,
more so with me, your oldest son.
We saw things that touched our heart
and laughed and laughed at stuff called "art."
We flew, we drove, saw it all
and took it in, both big and small.

When Dad left (men always go . . .),
I promised you, "Not me! No! No!"
You had hoped I'd be right there,
but knew deep down that wasn't fair.
"Go," you said, and with a smile
I went away for quite awhile.

School was far, so far away -
my hopes, my dreams to find one day.
Way out West, each week I'd phone,
"Please be careful," you'd intone.
"When will you come home again?"
"It will be soon, you'll see me then."

The empty nest, you did fill
with work and church and visits 'til
something came, took over you.
You struggled so with what to do.
"What is it?" you asked, "Will it stay?"
"It will," I knew but dared not say.

You knew too, but built a game
of cover, of lies, and of shame.
We cried, we fought, and we tried
to stop the loss, as mem'ry died.
"This road's dark, it's hard to see!"
"I'm right here Mom. Remember me?"

If I could, that month of three,
know all the pain you couldn't see,
I'd hold it close so deep within,
but you'd find out, and smile and grin.
"Let go, please. Give that to me.
Now, what's your name? My name's Jackie."


Copyright 2008 by Thomas MacEntee

Photo: Jacqueline Austin MacEntee holding her three-month old son, Thomas James MacEntee, March 1963, Liberty, New York

Wordless Wednesday

John Ralph Austin, 1913, Coney Island, New York

In Need of Photo Tips - Include Images In Database?

I am in a bit of a bind and there are so many options to resolve this issue. So I thought I'd open it up as a "suggestion box" so that others can add their two cents.

My FTM (Family Tree Maker) database is over 250MB in size right now. Most of the file size comes for my adding images of sources (census pages, pension rolls, obituaries) in the Source area. It sure is convenient to be able to view the images right there in the source for the person in question.

My next step was to only include the image on the Source for the Name of the person, not for Date of Birth, etc. I figured that I could just go to the Name field to see the image.

Well now, even that is failing to reduce the file size. I'd like to have some way of "linking" to the images either to my computer or some web storage.

1. I don't know if linking to my computer is the best way. What if I have a hard drive crash (you know that I back up to my external drive once a week)? What if I rearrange directory names? This might render those links useless.

2. I am considering a link to Picasa but then I'd need to make my album public. I've recently made the committment to using more and more Google tools and applications (Calendar, Notebook, Documents, iGoogle, etc.) so it would be convenient to have the images there as well.

3. I do have a Flickr account (premium) and I like it much more than Picasa. Maybe I just haven't spent enough time with Picasa. I would do the same linking that I am considering with Picasa.

Any thoughts?

Another Great Scanfest!

I just wanted to say a quick thanks to Miriam at AnceStories: The Stories of My Ancestors for hosting another great Scanfest this afternoon!

If you are unfamiliar with Scanfest or have never scanned photos or documents and would like some assistance from seasoned veterans (and some not-so-seasoned veterans), think about joining us for the next one at the end of March!

Fan of Scanfest

I just want to say a quick thanks to Miriam over at AnceStories for yesterday's Scanfest. It was the first one I attended and while I was quite the jokester, I did get close to 110 pics scanned! Now I need to copy the .tiff files to .jpg files. do some cleanup and add some identifying labels and tags.

And thanks to everyone who joined in yesterday - it was lots of fun!

A Cool Gift - WalletPix

I just saw a review of a neat product in the Chicago Tribune: the WalletPix. It is a small, thin handheld device that allows the user to display up to 58 photos.

The idea is to give this to parents or grand-parents who don't have a computer or are technically challenged to the point where they can't download photos from e-mail etc. You upload the photos with a USB cable from your computer and that's it.

The WalletPix runs on 3 "hearing aid" type batteries and is an updated substitute for the practice of showing off your children and grand-children's photos.

The cost is $30 and the WalletPix can be purchased in most national drug stores like Walgreen's, CVS, etc.

Richard Henneberg and Frances Pressner

Ok, time for me to get down off my soap box, editorializing on topics such as DNA and LGBT, and present some more of my ancestors.

Today it is something from the Henneberg side of the family. My mother's mother was born Anna May Hennberg, in the Bronx, New York on May 1, 1912. Her parents were Richard Henneberg and Frances Pressner Henneberg, both born around 1888.

I am always trying to find out more about the Henneberg side of my mother's family. The photo: Richard Henneberg and Frances Pressner, circa 1910. This is one of my favorites thanks to Ray O'Brien who is my first cousin once removed. Ray got in touch with me through my Ancestry profile and we started corresponding. Next thing you know, I have all these other relatives I never knew about. And boy does Ray have great photos of the Hennebergs!