Monday, September 3, 2012

A story that only a census could tell.

Today I found the 1940 census for my Great Grandfather Dale Curtis Capehart. This was exciting for me, because this is one ancestor whom I know the least about. I can trace my Capehart (Gebhardt) ancestry, but when it comes to life stories I really only have a few for him and he is only my great grandfather. I knew that this family was very desolate until Dale managed to get a job as a certified electrician at Crucible Steel in Midland. Since he had been certified and took the position, his family (his son Charles Robert Capehart being my maternal grandfather) then took a better turn for life and could live (not just survive).

Well, I knew that story and a few other things that my pap Charles told me about Dale. This census I found today though opens up so many ideas and adds to his story. (From the Census) In 1940, Dale is listed as being a “Miner” for a “coal co.”. This was exciting, because none of us (my family) were aware or ever heard stories of this employment. The Census lists my grandfather as being three years of age, so of course was too young to remember and thus tell the stories ~ and I am not too certain that the two remaining siblings of my grandfather would remember either (since one was a child and another was not even born yet). Before I continue I want to mention two other very interesting points mentioned in this census.

As I continued to gander as this record I was pleased to notice that it did not only mention how much it cost to rent their home, but how much he made as a miner in a listed period of time. Dale Capehart along with his wife Iris Jean (Walter) and their five children (from what I know) lived on a homestead that belonged to an uncle of the family. Although his farm was huge in acreage, they only had a small section of it on the far side for their use and home. You can walk to the old homestead from Beaver Creek State Park in Columbiana County, Ohio.

Now I am interesting in figuring out where he worked as a miner. I am assuming since they could not afford to commute or travel, he probably worked at a mine that supported a local village or small bygone town probably in the area of Beaver Creek or his homestead. Lots of lost and vanished communities in that area alone, but hard to tell what was still standing in the 40’s. Will definitely be doing more research, and sharing my findings.

It is stories like this of Dale's (which I am only starting to uncover) that really bring light to our ancestors ~ not only allowing us to put ourselves in their shoes, but to live by their example and learn from their own unique personal experiences.

Sunday, July 1, 2012

What a busy year!

Haven't been online much for a while, and have not posted any new stories on here lately either. Had two family deaths at the beginning of the year, so have been helping with their estate/sale; moreover, just has been a busy year I guess.

Anyways, just wanted to let you all know that I am not MIA. I will be posting some stuff soon, so keep an eye out. ;-)

Good things are coming, so I hope to have lots to report on soon as well. =)

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Every person, a story. Every story, a legacy.

As you may know from my previous blog stories, I am really into researching my Family History. There is nothing more exciting than reading about what my ancestors accomplished during their lifetimes, and writing their stories in binders for my future generations to cherish throughout posterity.
In researching Genealogy though (no matter what family you are looking at), you always have ancestors that are an enigma. Either you can find nothing on the person life information (date, place, or location wise), or you have multiple personal stories that contradict one another. Personally, I could write a book alone on the mysteries/unanswered questions in my family research. All to often I say to myself, "If only I could go back in time for just one day!" Although (obviously) that is never going to be possible for any of us, so we must work with what records we have in present time.
All too often, in researching Genealogy, we can get centered on just needing the dates ~ forgetting that these names on the page were once "people". All of our ancestors (in the period of their lifetimes) went on day to day as we do presently ~ having friends, having thoughts/ideas, and influencing others. We will never know the full stories of our ancestors, but can still appreciate them for what they passed to us (our genes, and parts of our unique personalities).
Sometimes in this field of research, a person can become very lucky with a find. As Family History researchers call it "Hitting Genealogy Gold", and it can be a very thrilling experience. I am referring to discovering a photo of an ancestor, or finding a journal that once belonged to your ancestor. Both examples are equally exciting! The photo allows you to see what that ancestor looked like (possibly noticing that you look just like them), and the journal gives you a peek into the day to day life of the person you are researching.
As I have stated up to this point, I love researching my ancestors. Although I can trace lineages pretty well, I am terrible at keeping records on myself. Although I am still living, and do not yet have children; I realized that someday I may have decedents that are looking into my life. As I have difficulty with tracing several of my ancestors; I could just picture a GGG Grandson of mine looking at my picture and saying to their self, "I wonder what kind of life this person led? Were they influential in their community? Who did they mean something too?" Although the future is not ours to see, we all have to realize (rather we have decedents or not) that someday we will grow old and fade to history as just a memory. Do you just want to be known as a person that lived from 1993 to 2060 (for example), or do you want to be known as a person who lived a life of adventure?
We have to remember too that history is not going to change, so we are stuck with what records we have on our ancestors. However, with us living presently; we can ensure that our story is told correctly to the future generations of tomorrow. Personally I recently started writing memoirs from the last couple years of my life (since it was so busy and life course altering for me). I am enjoying writing this down, and someday hope to have it done. This is just one way I am ensuring this part of my story is told, but there are many other ways.

Here are some examples of things you can do to keep a good history on your life and times:
1. Keep a journal or diary.
-This method is for the people that enjoy writing. Just write a page a day, or just a little a day on happenings in your life; and in no time you would be amazed how much you have documented. On the negative side, this form of memory preservation is really fragile. Just the simple mess of spilt water can destroy the records, and are at more of a chance of "falling apart" through the works of time.
2. Keep an audio journal/diary.
-Not everyone is a writer, and many (like myself) just cannot find time in their busy lives to write. You would be surprised how much more you can say in less time than write. Plus, by just using your voice, you don't get fatigued or tired (of writing). Furthermore, this allows anyone who listens to actually hear your voice, and the emotion behind your stories. These can be placed on cd, and can be copied very easily indefinitely. I use a digital recorder, but you can use a tape recorder as well.
3. Keep a daily video log.
-This is a really good method of preserving your stories, but is not always accessible to everyone. This is just like the audio journal/diary, except those who watch it get to see your face and hear your voice with the emotion behind your stories. Like the audio, you can fit much more into a video than writing it in books. This is also good if you want to show something to whomever is watching the video ~ Like," I read this book today, and really enjoyed it!" These records can also be placed on cd, and can be copied very easily indefinitely.
4. Keep a scrapbook.
-Perhaps you do a lot of activities with family or friends. You can keep a scrapbook with pictures and physical mementos along with stories (here and there), names, and dates. This is also a good method for keeping newspaper and other articles you cut out (that involves you) organized.
5. Keep up to date photo albums as you go through life.
-Every person has at least one picture taken at one point in their life (in present day), but most often pictures are left unlabeled or just in a box in no specific order. As things happen in your life, and you acquire/take pictures of these happenings (like family vacations, reunions, or just pictures of family holidays); you can label them, and file them away in photo books. Doesn't have to be anything special, just functional. In today's age, most people use digital cameras; so you can even just date the pictures and store them on folders in a flash drive or on a disk. You can even take your SD card to a local photo place (Costco offers the cheapest services for just $0.09 per print) and have them printed for photo albums. Regardless, just be sure they are labeled somehow.
6. Buy one of those question books.
-I know if you are a mother, Avon has a "Mother to Daughter" book, full of questions about general things and lines for your answers. It is a simple idea, but still gets something about your life on paper.
7. Tell stories.
-This may also seem like a simple idea, but you would be amazed how memory of recollections will last through the generations. Just sit your kids down, and tell them about your childhood. Tell them about your parents, and even what your grandparents were like. 9 times out of 10, children will want to know more and ask you more and more. Understand that memory can be lost and altered as time passes, but just another idea to keep your legacy alive.

Everything listed above are methods that work very well in preserving your story for future generations. No matter which one(s) you use always be sure to include the date, location of events, and times if able. Label your photos, and be sure that you keep records in a safe place. I recently have started keeping an audio journal myself (when able), and someday hope that my GGG grandchildren can hear parts of my story and learn something about my life.
Understand that I am not trying to push these suggestions on anyone, but just trying to get more people today to save something for the generations of tomorrow.
So write or record something, and have fun with it! Someday it will be appreciated.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Two Young Souls Taken By the Diphtheria Epidemic ~ Part II

After finding Herman in the census, I began to search for him. I had records on everyone but him, and soon came to discover that it would remain that way. Eventually I gave up the search for this individual. I just was not having any luck no matter where I turned.

I remember how close my grandmother Carolyn was with her Grandmother Lena and Great Grandmother Maude, so decided to see if she could help me. She had told me so many stories about her grandmothers, and had helped me with so much information previously with both of the ladies, when I first started my research. So I went over to stay one day, and while we were sitting at here kitchen table talking about life I brought the subject up. I asked her, "Grandma, would you happen to know anything about your grandmother's brother Herman?" She replied (in a tone of doubt), "I have never heard of him before...where did you get that name?" I had the paper's upstairs in my suitcase in case I wanted to ask for any information while I was there ~ like I said, she was a gold mine of family history detail. I retrieved that binder from my pack, and brought it down to show her the census. I showed her the name, and explained that I had found it while looking for her Grandmother (my GG Grandmother) Lena in a census looking for her place of birth. She looked at the name and replied, "Hmm...interesting. I have never heard of him before. Are you sure this is for my Grandma?" After showing her things on the record that matched she continued, "I really am not sure...".

We were sitting at the table the next morning eating breakfast, and my grandmother told me the following:

"Well, I was thinking about what you showed me last night and remembered something that might be the answer you are looking for. When I was a kid, I remember going over to my grandma Elkins' house [that is Lena, she called her Grandma Elkins, and referred to Maude as Great Grandma Lee] once and we all went over to great grandma Lee's to visit. I remember seeing a picture of two little children on her wall, but was not sure who they were. I asked my Grandma about them and she quickly hushed me. She then told me that they were her brother and sister that died young. I went to ask more questions, and she kindly told me to not mention it around Great Grandma Lee because it made her sad and very upset. I didn't ask anything else, but that is all I know. Maybe that is who is listed in that ledger, but I don't know Jack."

She had caught my interest with that story. I thought it was interesting, but it only confirmed that he existed ~ however I still was left with questions of what happened to him. Now perhaps you caught it before I can explain further in this blog story, but read that account my grandmother gave me again. It was only after I got home that I realized the importance of what my grandmother told me. (Hoping you read that account over again) I was sitting at home that evening eating, thinking about what she told me and what I should do next to find him. Suddenly, it hit me like a brick. My grandmother had pointed in a direction which I don't think she even realized or that was intentional at all. She mentioned in her story to me that she saw "...a picture of two little children on her wall...", and mention that they were a brother and a sister of her grandmothers that died young. When I realized that I almost chocked on my meal I was eating. I mean it was such an epiphany moment for me. Here this whole time I was searching for just one person, when there was another unknown. Naturally I made the assumption that the boy in the picture she mentioned was probably Herman, since I had not seen any other male sibling listed anywhere at that time. The other child was a mystery. I had no idea what her name was. I speculated that it may have been one of the two sisters of Lena, but remembered that my grandmother stated that she was told of their youth when they died. In that moment, I knew I now had another person to locate.

At the time of this discovery and quest, I was working at an area historical society; so figured it would be cake to find them both. I first checked the large cemetery indexes there and hit luck. I found Herman's name listed and saw his dates of birth and death, but with all the other Owens' listed I was clueless on who might be the little girl.

That same week, I was in another day looking for clues to these kids. The index I view two days before listed Herman being buried in Spring Grove Cemetery (on Lisbon Street, East Liverpool, Ohio), but was still unsure. While there, an acquaintance of mine was also researching for one of their families. I gave up looking eventually with no luck. I was sitting down afterwards talking to staffer that evening about what my grandmother said, and what I was looking for. The acquaintance of mine over heard and asked what the names were. I told her that I knew one was Herman Owens, but did not know the girls name. I also informed her that I believed I found his name in the index at this historical society, and that he may be buried in Spring Grove Cemetery. She grinned and replied to me, "I might have their obituaries at home in my files (she collects papers and records for her genealogy research). If you stop by on the way home, I should have them copied for you by then." I was excited, and told her how wonderful that was plus how happy I was thankful for her endeavor.

I left that library, and head for her house ~ excited that she may be able to help. I knocked on her door to be jovially greeted by my friend. She told me to hold on, and then returned with two sheets of paper. She handed them to me, smiled, and wished me goodnight. I literally stood on her porch, thrilled, reading those obituaries. First I noticed that the one obituary for a Merle Owens. I read it first, and discovered that she was the other child from the way the obituary read. Reading the obituaries I felt my heart sink. In that moment I realized that this was more than just two names to write into my books; these were people ~ children that never got to see many days of their lives. I was excited to finally know something about these individuals, but still felt heart wrenched by the story they told. Herman’s was sad (because he was a child of course, as well as his sister), but Merle’s was very upsetting.


Here is Herman’s Obituary:

East Liverpool Tribune
Date Unknown Specifically

“Herman Owens, 8 years old, died at the home of his parents in Jackson street, last night at midnight of diphtheria. The funeral will be held today at 4:30 o’clock and interment will be in Spring Grove cemetery.”


Here is Merle’s (Myrl’s) Obituary:

East Liverpool Tribune
Date Unknown Specifically

“For the second time this week the death angel has entered the home of Edward Owens, at 127 Jackson street, and taken one of the children. On Tuesday night Herman, aged 8, succumbed to an attack of diphtheria and yesterday Myrl, aged 6, passed away of the same disease. The parents are almost inconsolable in their grief. The boy was laid to rest in Spring Grove cemetery Wednesday and the remains of the little girl will be placed beside those of the brother today. Funeral services will be held at 11 o’clock, the Rev. H. H. Bawden officiating.”


Like I said previously, I was thrilled to find the info but could not imagine losing two children (especially a day apart); however I came to understand that my great great great grandmother had to face that sadness. It was an emotional moment for me, and I suddenly had an entirely new perspective of what family history really meant to me as an individual. Then I came back to reality, and realized I was still standing on my friend’s porch. I now was determined to find the children’s location at Spring Grove, and finally answer the last question of where they were buried in the cemetery. In earlier time I had found their father Edward “Edwin” Selwyn Owens’ obituary and discovered that he too was at Spring Grove.

It was a nice a spring day and I decided to finally go to Spring Grove cemetery to find them all. I have another interesting story about actually finding the three of them there, but I will save that for another day. Anyways, after wandering around for a short while I found my GGG Grandfather Edwin’s stone, discovered that Herman was beside him, and (as her obituary stated) I found Merle to the right of Herman. It was yet another emotional moment for me. I finally knew where the three of them were. Humbled, I fell to a kneel on my right knee and for a brief moment felt like I once knew the three of them. Finding my ancestor, and these two children who I had sought in my research really was an uplifting experience. I read the stones the best of my ability, wrote down what I had found, and was smiled the whole day for what I had accomplished and discovered.




(Here is Edwin's stone at Spring Grove Cemetery. Herman is to the right of his, and Merle is to the right of Herman)




(On the Left is Herman's stone at Spring Grove Cemetery. On the Right is Merle's Stone. It is hard to read, but he died August 28, 1906. She died August 29, 1906. Still not sure about their dates of birth.






As time went on I naturally moved on to other things, but always wondered if the picture my grandmother talked about still existed. I smiled thinking that on someone’s wall was this old relic of my family’s past. I had found several Owen/Shamp cousins that did not even know about the children or the portrait. Even thinking to myself I came to the realization that it was probably lost to the ages when I went through her decedents and found that none of them knew anything about it. Eventually I forgot about it as I moved to other parts of the family.

A year passed, and I got awful news of the passing of my Grandfather Charles Robert Capehart (husband of my Grandmother Carolyn, and my mother’s father) on January 9th, 2012. After we got through his funeral, and were trying to get back to our lives; we were at my grandmother’s one day going through things. She was not doing well either (had been ill for the last 13 months with cancer), and she wanted to go over some things she wanted people to have while she was still here to make those decisions. Well, she told me that she would like me to have my grandfather’s bookcase and all his books (because I loved to read).

I got it all home and was cleaning it out. I went through all the books, washed the cabinet and rearranged it all in my room. As I was going through what seemed like endless books, I found a little paper pouch for those paper corners used to hold photographs in books. Figuring they were old anyways, and that I did not use them; I just sat it aside to rid of later. I am so glad I didn’t pitch or recycle them, because when I went to move them to the garbage bin I noticed it was oddly heavy. I did not think that tiny paper pouch with paper corners should weigh that much, so I checked it out. To my surprise, it was loaded with old negatives. I was ecstatic! I sat on the couch, turned the light on beside me, and began holding them up to the light to see what they contained. I was happy to see negatives of my grandmother’s baby (or wedding) shower, negatives of my grandparents actual wedding (ones I have never seen before in my grandmother’s pictures), and even one of my GG Grandmother Lena in the hospital bed when she was ill (along with my grandmother and GG Uncle Brenton Elkins by her side). Then my jaw dropped through the floor. I found a negative of my GG Grandmother Lena, with her mother (my GGG Grandmother) Maude in front of her siting in a chair. This is not what put me into shock. Low-and-behold, behind Lena, hung an oval framed portrait of two children. It was exactly what my grandmother was talking about, and I finally found a picture with this treasure of a portrait in the background. I just could believe that after all my searching, it seemed that destiny united me with this negative to finally give me the privilege to see these two children. After coming back to Earth from my shock, I ran and showed my mother. I knew I had to get it developed.

The negative was hard to see clearly, so I eventually took it to a local photo center to get it printed. I had taken non-family vintage negatives there before to get developed, and had absolute success with them. After getting the order a few weeks later and discovering that they chopped of the top of the portrait in the background, I took it back and left more specific directions. This time I ordered a large print of the image (with those specific directions) so that I could frame it to hang on my wall. I also ordered a regular print of the background picture. I got a card today (March 5, 2012) telling me the order was in. I was excited, and got right over to pick it up. I opened the envelope, and was very pleased. At last, I finally knew what they looked like. I had never been so happy in my life with a discovery in Family History. After this long quest to find these kids, I finally found what I was looking for; and now can ensure that I will be able to keep their story alive throughout posterity.


(Here is the original photo from the negative. Dora Maude (Shamp) Owens [1] Lee [2] in the chair, Lena Berdella (Owens) Elkins behind her, and Herman Owens with Merle Owens in the background portrait.)




(Edwin Selwyn Owens-Top Left, Dora Maude (Shamp) Owens Lee-Top Right, & Herman Owens with Merle Owens-Bottom)


Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Two young souls taken by the Diphtheria epidemic ~ Part 1.

When I first got involved in my Family History, I loved any information I could find on my ancestors. Their lives were so interesting to me, and I found a new meaning and feeling to who I was and where I came from. Just beginning my research, I became inundated due to the fact that I was finding information on every branch of my (6 generation) family tree and that I had not really started organizing anything. After about a week, and with papers/documents stacking up overwhelmingly, I decided it was time to begin putting everything in binders to make my research easier to present. Also, I figured it would make it a whole lot easier to fill in any missing information if I could have lists or charts of the information I had found to that point. Previously I had found several Genealogy Charts on various websites that I thought I could eventually use. The next question I could not answer is, "Well, where do I start first?". I had filled out a five generation family tree chart, and had to print others for extended generations. I then had the epiphany. I realized that when I got to my Great Great Ancestors on the sheet, and found their parents I had to start writing back on another chart. You just put the numbers each name corresponds with, so that it easier to understand when looking at them all. I decided that I would keep all the information for my first five generations in one binder, and have separate binders for each set of five generations beyond that. I had my doubts on that idea, but really had no other clue of how I should approach this.

The week before I started the organizing process, I had been at my grandmothers looking through a box of pictures. I had learned about one of my great great grandmothers by the name of Lena Berdella Elkins. I had found her photograph, and after hearing stories from my grandmother of who she was; I became fascinated with her story. She seemed like such an interesting person, and had a very lovable personality. While going through the box, I came across the photo of her mother and father as well. They were Edward Selwyn Owens and Dora Maude Shamp (formally known as Maude). My grandmother Carolyn even told me stories about Maude (mainly), and completely altered my interest in Family History forever. Maude had such a fascinating story, and started to become completely interested in her. The tales of her life that my grandmother told me made me feel so nostalgic, so that I started to feel an emotional tie to this great ancestor of mine. I had never met the woman (considering she died decades ago), but felt connected to her. Seems like I was supposed to know her story, and that finding all the details about her life was part of my destiny.

As I sat at home trying to decide where I should start my documentation, I remembered everything I said above; and then decided that I would start with the family of Lena Berdella Owens Elkins. This was the very first section of my family history that I ever documented. I had some things written down for my grandparents and their parents, but I just was so interested with this section of my family tree. Ironically (other family historians will understand this humor) although it was the first area of focus, research, and documentation; I have had the most luck and findings with this part of my family. Perhaps the fact that most of this family was in East Liverpool (Ohio) for many generations allowed me to find so many obituaries, and other records. Never-the-less it was (and still is) my favorite volume in my documented Family History.

About a week after starting my quest with the Owens/Shamp section of my family tree, I found a census record on a research website that was the spark to something incredible. From a name in that record, I found probably the most exciting and emotionally uplifting information to date. That story is of brother and sister, Herman & Merle (Myrl) Ownes.

(To be Continued...)

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

New Blog for Oak Glen High School Marching Band

If you have been following this blog, you may (or may not) have noticed a lot of posts lately pertaining to the Oak Glen High School Marching Band. I was part of the band, and have been taking photos, videos, and digital recordings of today's band to be archived for future generations. I recognized that people do not take pictures like they use too, so saw an opportunity to start preserving what I am able. I have been going to events this year so far (all the Oak Glen Home Games, and Christmas parades in recent time), and taking as many digital records as able. I usually aim for about 200+ pictures, and several videos for each event. The picture are saved to a disc; one copy is archived, and another sent to Director Wendy Zinn for the band's records. The videos are uploaded to a playlist on YouTube for all to see; I figured it was easier, less painful, and more convenient to share with others to promote our local legacy.

With all the events going on lately, and my anticipation of a very buisy season next year with the band's scheduel/growing popularity; I have taken the liberty to create a new Blog specifically for the Oak Glen High School Marching Band. This will not affect this Blog at all, and will give me more room for stories of my family history adventures (/misadventures-lol). On this new site: I will share records I have taken (pictures, and links to YouTube videos), upcomming band events, and any other announcement pertaining to the marching band of today and tomorrow.

Follow this link to see the site (be sure to tell your friends):

http://oghs-band.blogspot.com/

Thanks to everyone who is following my stories, and I will do my best to keep both Blogs equally interesting.

Jackson

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Oak Glen High School Marching Band Christmas Parade Schedule 2011.

Oak Glen High School Marching Band finished their football season in recent time. They sounded absolutely wonderful, and are only getting better. With the season of Christmas now here, it is now time for local parades and festivities. The band will be marching in several parades, and helping us get into the holiday spirit with a medley of holiday tunes.

Here is the marching band's Christmas Parade Schedule:

November 26, 2011
Weirton, West Virginia
Line up was at-5:30p.m.
Started-6:30p.m.
Here is a video from this parade-
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ta36MFdORlA

December 3, 2011
Chester, West Virginia
Line up-1:00p.m.
Starts-2:00p.m.
Video to come-

December 3, 2011
East Liverpool, Ohio
Line up-4:00p.m.
Starts-5:00p.m.
Video to come-


If you attend any of these parades, you may see me there as well. I will be there taking photos, videos, and digital recordings of the band to be archived. If I get word that they will be participating in any parade not listed, I will add it.

Hope to see you there in support of our local band and legacy.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

West Virginia Goldenseal Magazine.

Interested in West Virginia Goldenseal Magazine?


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Personally I love this magazine. It is interesting, and helps to preserve the rich history/culture of  West Virginia. If you find it as interesting as I do, be sure to check it out. I probably will post this at a later time, but there have been several issues of the magazine (so far) with articles pertaining to Hancock County, West Virginia. It really is a great magazine folks.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

"STRANGE BREW~The Hancock County Witch Trial" - By: Jane Mehaffey

Hancock County, the smallest county in the state of West Virginia, sits atop the state’s northern panhandle.   During its 163 year history, Hancock County has seen its share of lawsuits filed in the county’s court system.  But an unusual trial occurred in 1969, when 34 year old Frank Daminger, a thoroughbred horse trainer living in the unincorporated community of Newell, sued 10 of his neighbors for slander after they allegedly called him “a warlock and the devil’s consort.”   The trial offered up a strange brew of hex, lies, and spooky landscapes that briefly focused national attention on this quiet, rural community.
Frank Daminger, from Lancaster, Pennsylvania, graduated from Lancaster Catholic High School in 1953.  Sometime in the late 1960’s he, his wife Katherine, and their two children, aged 3 and 6 at the time of the trial, moved to Newell, West Virginia.  Mr. Daminger was a lower tier horse trainer and no doubt settled in Newell because of its proximity to Waterford Park Racetrack. [Now known as Mountaineer.]
Although it remains unclear what happened, a conflict soon arose between Mr. Daminger and his neighbors.  Accusations, allegations, and odd behavior lead Mr. Daminger to bring a slander suit against ten of his neighbors.
A thirty-five page lawsuit was filed on September 27, 1969.  According to pre-trial briefs filed by Mr. Daminger’s attorney Frank A. Pietranton of Weirton, ten of Mr. Daminger’s neighbors publicly called him a “warlock and devil’s consort” who possessed “evil powers of casting spells and hexing.”  The neighbors also allegedly accused him of practicing witchcraft and holding ritualistic ceremonies in local cemeteries. 
Crew cut and dressed in a conservative dark suit, one newspaper reported that he looked more like an accountant than a warlock.  But interestingly, Mr. Daminger did concede in the filing that he had “studied witchcraft for the past 15 years.”   Later on during the trial, he was seen reading a book titled Witchcraft, Magic, and Alchemy, a work his neighbors referred to as his “witchcraft book.”   At one point during the trial, Mr. Daminger laughed and said that he was reading the book to “find out what I’m accused of.”

The ten defendants in the lawsuit, all residents of Newell, were:  
             Thelma Franczek
             John Franczek
             Ruth Smith
             Ronald Smith
             Cathy Six
             Arnold Six
             Margaret McGrew
             Richard McGrew
             Lora Ann Fabbro (Fabro?)
             Jennie LaNeve

Mr. Daminger sought a total of $150,000--$50,000 collectively and $10,000 individually-- for damaging his reputation and ruining his career.
According to Mr. Daminger, in May 1968, these neighbors “entered into a conspiracy” bent on destroying his good name and reputation.  Attorneys for the neighbors were Mr. Edward Zagula of Weirton and Mr. William Conklin of Chester.   At the time, Mr. Zagula was also the Hancock County Prosecuting Attorney.  In pre-trial briefs, the neighbors stated they were innocent of the charges and contended that Mr. Daminger “prayed in Latin and asked the demons to arise and further show these non-believers his power.” 

The trial opened in Hancock County Court on Monday morning, November 3, 1969, just three days after Halloween.  Presiding was Judge Ralph E. Pryor.  Judge Pryor, from Wellsburg, West Virginia, was well respected and known as a fair minded, no nonsense judge.  A graduate of Warwood High School and Bethany College, Judge Pryor served with distinction in World War II, receiving the Purple Heart. After the war, he earned his law degree from Harvard University in 1948.  From 1952 until 1960, he was the Prosecuting Attorney in Brooke County before winning election as judge of the First Judicial Circuit.  He served in that position until his death on July 3, 1972 at the age of 51. 
On the morning of the trial, an all male jury of twelve was seated. During the selection process, Judge Pryor asked each potential juror if he believed in witchcraft.  Each man denied such a belief. The jurors in the case were:  
Albert W. Gardner
304 Wayne Avenue
Weirton, WV 

Gilbert Ferrelli
3607 Lindberg Way
Weirton, WV

Carl G. Tharp
174 Powers Road
Weirton, WV

James Hinchee
132 Pike Street
Weirton WV

William Gruber
714 Cove Road
Weirton WV

Willis Hebb
430 Helen Street
Weirton WV

William C. Higginbotham
Ridge Road
New Cumberland WV

Lawrence A. Ward
New Cumberland Heights
New Cumberland WV

Hugh M. Cunningham
923 Third Avenue
New Cumberland, WV

Dale L. Sole
R. D. 1
New Cumberland WV

Joseph L. Haynes
R. D. 1
New Cumberland WV

Charles O. Thompson
Orion Avenue
Chester WV

In an unusual move after jury selection, Judge Pryor called a recess.   Defense attorney Zagula had requested that the judge, the jury, the attorneys, and their clients take a field trip to visit Nessly Chapel Cemetery where Mr. Daminger was alleged to have taken several neighbors to witness “the Black Mass.”  
So, at about 10:30 a.m. the entire court boarded a chartered bus and headed north along WV State Route 2.  The first stop on this bus trip was the old cemetery at Nessly Chapel Methodist Church located about four miles from New Cumberland.
Constructed from locally hewn stone, Nessly Chapel is a beautiful Methodist church situated along the highway.  Originally built in 1826 and named for an early settler, Jacob Nessly, the church was re-built in 1902.  A narrow, poorly paved road twists behind the church leading to the small cemetery where approximately 265 grave markers dot the gently rolling hillside.  The graves themselves are located several hundred yards opposite the gate and can be reached by following a faint gravel track in the grass. 
Reports from the time of the trial state that the cemetery was surrounded by woods and enclosed by an iron fence.  Today there is a bolted gate locking out vehicles, although visitors may enter through spaces between the gate and the signposts.  No reports from the time mention the gate.  Then, as now, no houses or buildings, not even the road, are visible from the cemetery.  [Apparently at one time there was another entrance to the cemetery located directly behind the church.  One source told me that this entrance was destroyed in a landslide of some sort.]
At the cemetery, Judge Pryor first pointed out Waterford Park’s water tower which was visible above the trees about one mile away.   He then asked the jurors to observe “the general surrounding area and the terrain and whether there are any dwellings or buildings thereon.”   He also asked them to note the route a person would take from the entrance gate to the location of one tombstone in particular.
That tombstone was old and weathered to the point that the letters were indecipherable. Referred to as the “Miller” stone, it had a rounded top.  A forefinger carved from the stone pointed upward to the sky.   [According to the cemetery record on the website at Find A Grave, there is only one grave named Miller in Nessly Cemetery.  That is the stone of a child named Miller, an infant boy who died February 9, 1910.  He was the son of   E. L. Miller & Florence J. Anderson.  It is not clear if this is the same headstone mentioned during the trial.]
Judge Pryor then turned attention to a second grave marker nearby.  Protruding from the top of this stone was a three inch iron rod where the stone was broken off.  One report identified this as the “Manypenny” headstone.  [According to Find A Grave website, there is no grave marked Manypenny in Nessly Cemetery.]
The court once again boarded the bus and headed farther north to the tree lined Grant Street neighborhood in Newell where Mr. Daminger and his neighbors lived.  The jury saw Mr. Daminger’s former home, a narrow, yellow painted frame house at 913 Grant Street.   By the time of the trial, Mr. Daminger and his family had moved to a mobile home park on Route 8 out of concern for their safety.  [possibly Red Barn Trailer Court?]
The jury took note of seven houses where the events had allegedly taken place. A large tree between Mr. Daminger’s former residence and the house next door was also pointed out. 911 Grant Street, the house next door, was identified as the home of defendants Richard and Martha McGrew.  Three days after Halloween, the McGrew’s still displayed a three foot high witch riding a broomstick.
The court also toured a large field next to the Homer Laughlin China Company.  Referred to as “the point,” it was there, according to the pre-trial briefs, that Mr. Daminger was allegedly seen in “embarrassing situations” with a teen-aged girl from Newell.  [Clark Field?]  Judge Pryor asked the jury to note the absence of lights at the location.
The court returned to New Cumberland just before noon.  Opening statements in the trial were set to begin after a recess for lunch.  During the recess, Mr. Daminger said that his attorney, Mr. Pietranton, would be calling twenty-two witnesses and that the defense would present 17 witnesses.   Defense attorney Zagula speculated that the trial would last 3-4 days.
Reports about the number of spectators in court that day vary.  It seems there were at least fifty spectators, most of whom were women.  In addition, an estimated fifteen reporters from the local papers as well from the papers in Wheeling and Pittsburgh were on hand for the proceedings.  At the conclusion of the trial, the story was picked up by both the AP and the UPI wire services and appeared in papers all over the country.  [Sources have told me that newsmen from the New York papers, as well as journalists from Time and Life magazines came for the trial.  I have not yet been able to verify these reports.]
When court reconvened and before opening statements, one of the defendants, Mrs. Jenny LaNeve, was released upon a motion from Mr. Pietranton.  Through her attorney, Mr. Conklin, Mrs. LaNeve presented to the court a signed affidavit in which she denied that she had “in any way or at any time slandered Mr. Daminger, but that if she did it was purely unintentional and purely inadvertent.”  Mrs. LaNeve also apologized to Mr. Daminger.  There were no objections and Mrs. LaNeve was enjoined from any further proceedings. 
The first witness called to the stand was Mrs. Thelma Franczek, a thirty-seven year old mother of four.  Mrs. Franczek, of 920 Washington Street, was a member of the Newell Block Mothers, a group formed to protect the neighborhood children because of the lack of a police department in the community.
In his opening remarks, Mr. Zagula said the he “had no wish to revisit the Salem trials of 1693.”  Nevertheless, during Mrs. Franczek’s testimony a number of strange details came to light.
According to testimony and remarks from the attorneys, Mr. Daminger “acted weird” and had “weird ways.”  Neighborhood children became frightened and ran home after seeing him reading his “witchcraft book” on his porch one afternoon.   Mr. Daminger allegedly showed a young girl what he called “a voodoo doll,” and he indicated that another young girl was going to suffer a heart attack.
There were allegations that Mr. Daminger used his evil powers to seduce his thirteen year-old babysitter Polly who was Mrs. Franczek’s niece.  Additional allegations placed him in an “embarrassing situation” with a teen aged girl at “the point” in Newell while his wife was at home.
Mr. Daminger did not deny that he had studied witchcraft.  He also admitted that he read fortune telling cards and read instructions from a book on those cards.  He had no idea, according to court statements, “that anyone in this day and age would take such things seriously.”
However, there were additional allegations that Mr. Daminger visited cemeteries where he performed “rituals that he himself described as ‘the Black Mass.’ ” Allegedly, he claimed that he could communicate with the dead.  It was also said that he often repeated incantations in Latin to call upon spirits.
As tensions mounted in the neighborhood, Mrs. Franczek testified that various plots designed “to run the witch (Mr. Daminger) out of town” were discussed and some were acted upon.
Mrs. Franczek, Mrs. Lora Fabbro, and one other woman went as a delegation to racing officials, known as stewards, at Waterford Park with letters outlining the alleged sexual activities he was suspected of.  Evidently this was an attempt to have Mr. Daminger “ruled off the track” so that he could not run his horses there and would be forced to leave the area.
Mr. Daminger’s landlady, Mrs. Ann Juszczak, was pressured by neighbors to evict him from 913 Grant Street.  A petition to make him leave town was also drawn up.
Mrs. Franczek testified that the neighbors discussed killing Mr. Daminger and throwing him in the river or burying him in the graveyard.  They also considered hiring a man from Youngstown who “had a black belt in karate and could work over anyone for a five dollar bill.”  They were told that this expert could do such a good job on Mr. Daminger that there wouldn’t be any marks on the body.
“Just like that,” Mrs. Franczek said, snapping her fingers three times, “he’d be dead.”
Mrs. Franczek also detailed a rather gruesome plot to have Mr. Daminger accused of murdering his landlady.  This scheme involved killing a cat and smearing its blood all over one of the landlady’s dresses.  Mrs. Jusczak was to hide while Mr. Daminger was blamed for her murder.
“That was a joke,” Mrs. Franczek said, smiling.  “We knew it might not work, but we did get a kick out of it.”
The plot did not work because the landlady, who was “completely drunk at the time,” sobered up and wouldn’t go through with the plan. 
Mr. Daminger’s attorney pointed out that all these schemes were “in addition to an unbelievable amount of personal harassment suffered by Mr. Daminger by his neighbors.” 
People spat on Mr. Daminger and threatened to beat him up.  They threw stones at him and at his house. Bonfires were set near his home and cherry bombs were tossed into his yard.  People made the sign of the cross when they saw him on the street.  A hex sign was posted facing his front door and a cross was put on a tree between his house and the McGrew house.
Another odd event was a candlelight ceremony held at 915 Grant Street, the home of Ron and Ruth Smith.  The neighbors gathered there dressed in white, chanting, and carrying candles to “ward off evil spirits.”
But perhaps the most bizarre part of the trial involved Mrs. Franczek’s re-telling of a nighttime trip to Nessly Chapel Cemetery.
Sometime during the summer of 1968, at midnight on a moonlit night, Mrs. Franczek, Mrs. Fabbro, and Mrs. Juszczak accompanied Mr. Daminger to the lonely cemetery behind Nessly Chapel to witness what Mr. Daminger called “the Black Mass.”  According to reports, Ron and Ruth Smith were concealed in the trees to watch events unfold.
As they walked from the gate to the cluster of graves, Mr. Daminger spread salt along the path “to ward off evil spirits.”  They stopped in front of the Miller stone, and then turned to the right to the Manypenny stone, the marker with the iron rod protruding from it.  
Mr. Daminger took off his ring and asked the three women to kiss it.  As Mrs. Franczek stated he “took off his ring and we all kissed it. He then placed his ring on top of the stone.  He then took a drink from a bottle of wine that we had and poured some wine on the tombstone. He capped the bottle, and placed the bottle on top of the stone too.”  (R2)
“The bottle fell off, and he picked it up again, took another drink and put it on the stone again.  It fell once again, so he started all over again.”  Mrs. Franczek testified that this action was repeated a total of three times.
According to reports, Mr. Daminger grinned broadly while Mrs. Franczek recounted how frightened they were. 
“It was moonlight and midnight and we were up in that cemetery and we were scared,” she said.
Mr. Pietranton explained that the bottle moved because his client pulled a string attached to it.  The whole ceremony was intended as a practical joke to prove that Mr. Daminger had no occult powers.  According to his attorney, Mr. Daminger was not given a chance to explain this joke to the women.
In an interview with one reporter, Mr. Zagula stated that this Black Mass was all about a lot of “hocus pocus by which Mr. Daminger caused a wine bottle to fall from a tombstone in a moonlight, midnight demonstration of his occult powers.” 
Before court adjourned, Mr. Pietranton presented a statement dated July 23, 1968.  It was directed to Mr. Daminger and was allegedly signed by Mrs. Franczek on behalf of several of the neighbors.  It reads:
“Male Witch
You are a male witch and you use your occult powers to get sexual pleasures.
You put little girls under evil spells and then rape them.
You put an evil spell on me and caused me to fall and hurt my ankle.
You put me under a spell so you could make love to me.
You have ruined all the teenaged girls in the neighborhood.”

Mrs. Franczek denied that she had signed the statement.
At the conclusion of her testimony, Judge Pryor adjourned the court until 9:30 a.m. the next day.

The second day of the trial, Tuesday, November 4, 1969, dawned wet and bleak.   But after convening court for the day, Judge Pryor met in camera for about one hour with attorneys from both sides.  When the judge and the attorneys re-entered the courtroom, Mr. Zagula read the following statement:
“We the undersigned defendants in the above-styled matter do hereby reiterate the denial of the claims of the plaintiff as set forth in our answer heretofore filed herein, except as may have been otherwise indicated by the testimony adduced herein, and declare that we, presently, irrespective of earlier suspicions or statements which may have indicated the contrary, do not believe the plaintiff has committed any crime or immoral act with any female person, minor or adult, for which the plaintiff has charged us with having stated, but which we have denied, and further we do not believe he has any supernatural powers claimed or pretended to be used for any ulterior purpose or profit.”
“For any act or conduct on our part which may have caused or contributed to the injury of or damage to his reputation and business we apologize to him, an apology from him for any act or conduct on his part which may have damaged or injured us in our reputations or in any other way, being made simultaneously by the plaintiff herewith.”
Mr. Pietranton moved that the suit be dismissed.  Judge Pryor approved the motion and adjourned the court at about 10:30 am.
Mr. Daminger and his wife, who was in court for the proceedings, were pleased.  According to one report, Mrs. Daminger, described as a tall, attractive brunette with streaks of gray in her hair, ran to her husband to hug and kiss him.  (NR 2) She stated that she was “absolutely pleased that our name has been vindicated.”
“I am elated that we have finally reached a solution in this unbelievable affair,” Mr. Daminger said.  “I hope no one ever has to go through what I’ve been through in the past year.”
One reporter asked Mr. Daminger if he would continue to study witchcraft. Holding his book Witchcraft, Magic, and Alchemy, he replied, “Certainly, but it is purely academic study, combined with curiosity.” 
And so this strange brew boiled down to nothing with an anti-climactic and rather unsatisfying end.  Mr. Zagula summed it up best when he said, “The whole business of gossip and witchcraft simply got out of hand and everybody became involved to a ridiculous degree.”


Jane's Note
I hope you enjoyed my account of the Daminger slander lawsuit, more commonly known as the Hancock County Witch Trial.  This story was easy to research because it received so much attention and was a relatively recent event.  It also helped because I knew the exact dates and the name of the central player.  I wish all stories were this easy.  I have presented only the facts as reported in the papers from the time. I did not check out the records at the courthouse.   If you find anything that is in error or if you have any details to add, please let me know.

There are a couple of things about this lawsuit to note.  I have not made an extensive study of witchcraft, but I have read that during the witchcraft trials in Salem, the accused “witches” were suspected of putting evil spells on young girls in the community.  There is a similar theme here. 

Also, I have read that most people accused of being witches were usually people who were different or who did not fit into the community. Similarly Mr. Daminger was an outsider and he definitely did not fit in . 
I learned in my research for this trial that in colonial America, people condemned for being witches were usually hanged. The “witches” in the Salem trials were hanged. In Europe, burning was the usual practice for executing people condemned as witches.

I am puzzled, though, about the motivations in this case.  Without having been present at the trial and without hearing any testimony from Mr. Daminger or any other witness, it is hard to know what was truly behind all this hoopla.  It seems to me that Mr. Daminger was trying to stir up a little excitement and the whole thing got out of hand. 

Another thing that puzzles me is why these women agreed to go to the cemetery at midnight with Mr. Daminger when they were supposedly suspicious of him.  I guess he put a spell on them.

© 2011 by Jane Mehaffey

My Note
Jane Mehaffey (a friend of mine) recently wrote this story, which I featured on the "Memories of Hancock County & Brooke County, West Virginia" Facebook page for Halloween. I am very pleased with this. Jane did a wonderful job researching this trial (which was big news when it happened), and organizing her findings. The communities of Hancock County are small, and very tight knit; so this was probaby Earth Shaking. Although the basis of this history is subject to controversy, I find it very interesting; and fascinating. For such a long period, the story of Frank Daminger has been an enigma to me as well as many others. Jane's research has opened my perspective on this issue of a bygone era, and I am so proud of her work.
Jane gave me full permission to share her writing on my blog as an extra step to share our local history with people of today and future generations. Hope you have enjoyed reading this as much as I have. =)


If you have any extra information on this trial, would just like to give Jane your thoughts, or just want to say hello to this local author; please feel free to contact Jane Personally.

Jane Mehaffey
Email: oplasj@yahoo.com

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Oldest woman in Hancock County 1920.

While doing some research at the East Liverpool Carnegie Library I found an article that was very interesting to me. It talked about the oldest woman of Newell and Hancock County overall falling and fracturing her hip. Although it is sad to hear of her fate, I thought that it was neat that she was locally recognized as the “oldest resident of Hancock County”. Now-a-days, people (especially a lot of woman) in this society don’t tell their age; nor celebrate their old age. There are, of course, the oldest man and woman in the record books, but to be a century and a decade old is quite a large deal. In small communities when someone reaches one hundred, it can become a big deal as well ~ however, around here I only know of three people in that age range; and they unfortunately are in a bad state of mind.

Here is the first article that I found on Mrs. Rachel Webb:
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East Liverpool Evening Review
Friday, December 3, 1920
Page 7 ~ Microfilm at the East Liverpool Carnegie Library

Aged Newell Woman Injured In Fall
Mrs. Rachel Webb, 95, who is said to hold the distinction of being the oldest resident of Hancock County, is suffering from the effects of an injury which will probably make her bedfast for the rest of her life.
Mrs. Webb, who was born and reared in Hancock County, makes her home with her son, James Webb, on Fourth street. A few days ago the aged woman slipped and fell to the floor, fracturing her hip.

Mrs. Webb, up until the accident, was quite active in spite of her age. She went to the polls to cast her ballot at the general election in November. She is a few months older than Mrs. Eliza Cameron, mother of Mrs. C. F. Allison, of Chester.
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If you look back in time, during the year 1921 (year of these articles); you will see that people were only living to their 50’s and some to their late 60’s ~ with all the disease, and not really advanced medicine. So you could understand in this circumstance why ninety-five year old Rachel got the title.
I did some research on Rachel and have not found much. I did however find her memorial on Findagrave.com, and with the date of death from her memorial page I was able to find her obituary on microfilm at the East Liverpool Carnegie Library.

Here is her obituary:
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East Liverpool Evening Review
Friday, December 31, 1921
Page 7 ~ Microfilm at the East Liverpool Carnegie Library

Oldest Newell Woman Is Dead
Mrs. Rachel B. Webb, Aged 95, Died Here Wednesday Evening.
Mrs. Rachel Baxter Webb, aged 95, the oldest resident of Hancock County, died at the home of her son, James Webb, Jefferson Street, Newell, at 8:30 o’clock Wednesday evening following a month’s illness of infirmities of old age.
While engaged in house work about a month ago, Mrs. Webb fell to the floor, injuring her hip. She had been bedfast since that time.
Mrs. Webb was born on a farm west of Pughtown near what is now the Baxter Mills District, a daughter of George Baxter, who operated the grist mill there. Forty-four years ago she moved to another farm near Gas Valley, where her two sons, Geo. B and Samuel Webb now reside.
She was married to Thomas Webb in 1851. Her husband died in 1874. Shortly after the death of her husband Mrs. Webb and her family re-moved to Gas Valley where she made her home until about two months ago, when she went to the home of her son James in Newell.
The deceased is survived by three sons, George B and Samuel Webb of Gas Valley, and James Webb of Newell. She is the last surviving member of her family. The late Mrs. Ruth Gardner of Chester was a sister. Mrs. Webb was a member of the First Presbyterian church of Newell.
Funeral services will be conducted at the James Webb Home here Friday afternoon at 1 o’clock, Rev. Hermann M. Hosack, pastor of the First Presbyterian church, officiating. Burial will be made in the Union Cemetery, Pughtown.
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Sadly Rachel passed away, but just wanted to share part of her story. These articles are so interesting to me.
I will continue to research this part of Hancock County history, and post anything else I find. I am interested to research more on Rachel’s father George as well, so possibly will do a story on him in the future.
If you have any information on this, or are related to this Webb family; let me know.