Showing posts with label genealogy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label genealogy. Show all posts

July 10, 2015

When I wore a younger woman's clothes


Today is my 31st birthday. Yes siree, I made it through the first year of my 30s and am every bit as excited to embrace the second as I felt on the day when they began precisely a year ago.
 
Being both my birthday and a Friday however, I didn't want to launch into a hefty sized post. Instead the idea struck me recently while listing to Sirius XM (as I usually do when shooting photos for my Etsy shop listings) to feature a few photos of myself as a youngster on my birthday when the next one rolled around for me. As you may have deducted, it was Billy Joel's classic hit Piano Man that inspired the title for this post and by the same token, the post itself.

I have some photos from my childhood, the bulk of which I have my very dear mom to thank for scanning from old photo albums and sharing with me on a flash drive a few years ago, however not that many from my the birthdays of my youth. I debated posting others that weren't from birthdays, and may do so in another entry one day (I have shared at least a couple such snaps over the years, including in this post about how my passion for vintage fashion took root at a very early age), but that didn't feel right given the occasion so I tried to find a few that were from past birthdays, save for the first one of me as a teeny, tiny baby (aww!).

I am not wearing vintage or vintage styles here (I began doing so in earnest at the age of 15, transforming my wardrobe into an into ever more yesteryear filled one with each year that followed), but you can still get a sense of my style - girly, filled with pink, classic, and fun - from these few long time faded photos, each taken on July 10ths that came before.

Please bear with the quality of these images. They're scans from old family albums that were not archivally safe and which definitely show the ravages of time, as many colour photos from that era do. I'm so grateful to have them though and that I can take a trip down memory lane anytime I want care of these old snapshots, captured almost always by mom's hand during my youth.




I don't have any photos of the me on the day I was born, but I do have this one professional one shot during my first sixth months of life. Love that eyelet trimmed dress, it would have been perfect for a birthday party!




In the interest of full disclosure, I'm not 100% certain that this was taken on my birthday, but given the bow on my head - clearly accessorizing was already an important priority to be at a very early age (I would have been about a year old here, I think) - how could I not share it?




{Back when I was a wee sprite, British Columbia had two fun theme parks devoted just to the classic cartoon characters, The Flintstones, one of which was located about 45 minutes from our home at the time. It was a huge treat to go there and visiting on my 4th, I believe, birthday as I did here with my good friend at time, Leanne, by my side, was beyond the icing on the birthday cake for me!}




I'm going to say that this in my 5th birthday, but am not 100% sure. Based on my hair, height, and what I'm wearing, I think it was though. Here I am kneeling on the brown picnic bench we had in our backyard at the time, opening a Hudson's Bay box. I don't remember what contents it held, but am sure that it was clothing and that that me one seriously happy birthday girl (I think I was one of the few kids out there who actually loved getting clothes a present - my fashionista tendencies haven taken hold very early on in my life! Plus, holy smokes, check out the box on the ground. Is that the year I got my Lite-Brite? I loved that toy so much!).




Growing up, my family always had a tradition of giving each child a helium balloon first thing in the morning on their special day, and here I am - decked out in a pastel pink party dress, natch - holding mine as my 7th birthday kicked off. Props to my mom on the fab pink streamer decoration job around the doorway!




Diving right into my gifts on my 8th birthday, with my BFF at the time, Talia, and my little brother by my side. Tal and I were the same age, but I was very short - usually the smallest in my class - as a child, so she looks much older than me here. Based on the shape of that top box, it was almost certainly a Barbie. Score!!! :D




This is the last photo I have of me, as far as I know, that was taken one of my childhood birthdays and it from my 13th, if I'm not mistaken. My teen years were incredibly difficult and tumultuous (for reasons far beyond the normal tribulations of youth) and exceedingly few photos were shot of me during that time, which makes having this one - of me sitting on a swing at a park here in Penticton - all the more precious to me.



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Like most of my friends back in the day, my wardrobe was not big when I was a child and my parents had a strong say in what I could wear until I hit high school, but looking back on these photos and the others I sorted thorough from my youth to unearth this tiny selection, I can still see the seeds of the style that would come to fill my closet in the decades to come.


It's often hard to believe just how quickly time passes. I can still recall the precise way that that pink party dress felt on my skin and how much I loved my long permed locks (the results of, I kid you not, three different spiral perm applications to get my naturally bone straight hair that curly) in the final photo. I can recall too with stark clarity, too, the waves of massive excitement I felt on each birthday that I've experienced, no matter what else was going on in my life at the time.



(A Dairy Queen Ice Cream cake, my absolute favourite b-day sweet treat when I was a youngster – this one from my 4th birthday. If they were gluten-free, I'd still get them to this day. Next year I'll have to devise a GF version of my own and rekindle this once favourite birthday food tradition once again.)


I love birthdays. I mean really, really love them - be they my own or other people's, and while I might have worn a younger woman's (girl’s, technically) clothes when these snaps were taken decades ago now, that wide-eyed excitement still holds true and returns each July 10th to help set the stage not only for the day's celebrations, but for the whole year ahead and each bright, beautiful possibility it holds in store.

Welcome, 31st year of life, I can't wait to see what new memories - and photos alike - you'll bring my way in the coming 365 days!


August 17, 2012

There's just something about August

...That seems to ensure I fall ill during some part, or all of, the month each year.

The causes and culprits are often different (or at least a bit variable from year-to-year), but after being quite sick with a bad flare-up of one of my GI conditions for nearly two weeks straight now, I woke up this morning and was struck my how many Augusts pasts I've been in a similar boat (which might be a coincidence, but worth noting nevertheless).

Interestingly, my next thought (and please don't read anything morbid or foretelling into this, I'm not implying such) was how, in a roundabout way, that reminds me of an interesting point I discovered quite early on in my life as a family genealogist. It seems, I found, that when adding names and dates of death to my tree, if the person was middle aged or older, and lived prior to about 100 years ago, there was an exceedingly high chance they passed away during the winter.

At first I thought this much just be a bit of a string of coincidental dates of death, but time and time again, with names (from various bloodlines and folks hailing from different areas of Europe and North America) spanning centuries back, it became very obvious that that a much larger percentage of people passed away during the winter than throughout the rest of the year.

I've tried researching this point to see if others have noticed in their own trees, too, but haven't yet found too much out there on the topic. Of course not everyone in my tree perished at the first sign of snow, but if we think back to the world as it was two or three (or more) hundred years ago, it makes sense that those who might have already been weakened by illness or age succumbed during the coldest, roughest months of the year (when, to boot, their diet was often less healthy and/or plentiful than during the warmer seasons).

Extreme temperatures, no matter which side of the scale they fall on, can be hard on even the most rugged, healthy, and able-bodied amongst us, and are certainly trying on many with weak immune systems and/or serious health problems.

For those who are curious, I noticed that the season in which one passes away has become more varied (at least within my own family tree) over the past hundred to a hundred and twenty-five years ago, no doubt a point that coincides with advances in medicine, as well with other improvements (better indoor heating systems, plumbing, etc) that society has undergone in recent years.

There are many, many beautiful elements of summer and August that I adore, some of which you've certainly seen me wax poetically about in posts here over the years, but the fact that August tends to me I'll put out of commission for a hefty chunk of it, is not one I'm keen to sing praises about!


August 1944 cover of Woman and Home magazine, vintage woman riding a bike

{Beautiful flowers, bright days, outdoor excursions, warm weather fashions – all points to adore about August. It’s odd propensity to make feel ill, not so much! Vintage 1940s Woman and Home magazine cover via totallymystified on Flickr.}


Oh well, it's Friday, and I’m hoping (though I strongly suspect it's a pipedream this week) that I might wake up feeling oodles better tomorrow and be up for some garage saling this weekend. That sure would be great, as I haven't gotten to nearly as many over the last two months as we did throughout May and June, and I’ve have been missing it fiercely.

Today though, I'll just ride out another day of feeling less than stellar, enjoy the sunshine that's flooding through the window, and look forward rather eagerly to September's return! Smile

October 14, 2011

On this very special day in 1930...

Day 287 of Vintage 365

 

It was a cold morning, whatever remnants of the short-lived summer may have lingered into fall had already disappeared and another seemingly endless winter was beginning to burrow into the once thriving town of Dawson.

In the dim oil lamp light a petite French woman by the name of Marie Lefebvre readied herself to give birth to her ninth and final child. Seven girls and one son had proceeded this babe's birth. Seventeen years of bringing life into the world had taken their toil on the mother's body, but deep inside her soul she was content and eager to meet the little she'd been carrying beneath her apron for three-quarters of a year.

Far away "down south", the world was abuzz with talk and stories of the economic crisis, fortunes lost, families forced to abandon them homes, jobless men trekking the country, desperate for any scrap of work. Up in the Yukon though, in their small hamlet of the north, there was still stability in 1930.

This town, once wild with the glint and fever of cold, had slowed rapidly over the decades since crazy rush of '98 that brought her husband, Charles, north on foot over the gruelling Chilkoot Trail, a thousand pounds of provisions (as mandated by the Mounties) lugged over the treacherous incline, pack load by exhausting pack load, on his strong back.

He was a good man, her Charles Burkhard. With his wavy brown hair, statuesque height, strong - but kind - features, and worker's hands, he lead the large family well, provided for his children, was sweet to her. Though more than twenty years her senior, his face - for all the toil it'd seen - was young, and few noticed the age gap between them.

At 34 years old, she wasn't ancient by any means, but she sensed, in that way mothers inherently do, that this would be her last child, so she took extra care to hold onto the memory of each moment, as the contractions grew stronger, closer, and her breath became heavier.

The birth was a straightforward one, easy and - as much as such things can be - pleasant. Not to anyone's surprise, the child was a girl. Quiet and calm, she cried immediately, nestled against her mother's breast, and slept soundly as the arctic winds waltzed against the wooden walls of the small home above the bakery that the family owned, before it fleeted off to howl through the towering mountains nearby.

Looking down on her tiny infant, Marie pondered a name - something French, perhaps, in a nod to her Quebec linage. Bernice, yes, Bernice. She liked the way it matched the "B" of the family's surname, and that it had a charmingly feminine ring to it.

On this day, 81 years ago precisely, in the snow-locked land of the Yukon,  Bernice Schill (née Burkhard), my maternal grandma was born to loving, hard working parents. She would grow up to be a wife and mother herself, live in three provinces and two continents, deal with tremendous heartache (including the passing of her only son), battle chronic illness, and yet, never lose that sweet, kind disposition her mother saw in her instantly.

 

{My grandma, Bernice Schill, looking so summery and lovely, in an photo taken circa 1950.}


Though it's been a very long time she she last set foot in Dawson - a lifetime ago, really - she still has the spirit of the north in her veins, going strong as her father as he set out from his home in Nebraska for the prospect of gold in the far-flung promise land of the Yukon.

She, my grandma (who has always, adorably, spelled her chosen grandmotherly moniker as "Grannie"), is a venerable, beautiful, wise, tenacious, caring, amazing woman, and on this day, I celebrate every moment of her fascinating life, and each gift and blessing she has bestowed on mine.

From the bottom of my heart, and all of my love, happiest 81st Birthday, Grannie!


April 4, 2011

Turns out Jack Kerouac is my 10th cousin twice removed!

Day 94 of Vintage 365


A good friend - and fellow genealogy enthusiast - of mine, Louise, once said something to me to the extent of, "If you're French Canadian (as she is, and I'm partially), it means you're 8th cousins with everyone else who's French Canadian". I smiled ear to ear when she said, as - while not strictly factual in every instance - there is more than a modicum of truth to the sentiment behind that statement.

My French Canadian blood hails from one of my maternal great-grandmother's family, and though my genealogical research over the past year and a quarter (I jumped headfirst into researching both sides of my family tree in January 2010 and have been diligently working at this deeply rooted passion of mine ever since) I've been able to trace her line back several centuries (and have discovered that some of my direct ancestors were amongst the first to leave France in the 1600s and settle in what would one day become the province of Quebec).

Thanks in no small part to the wonderful work of many passionate genealogists throughout history, there is a wealth of information available to help those interested in French Canadian/Acadian genealogy, some of which have helped me to add literally hundreds of names to my list of ancestors. As such, my French Canadian branch is the currently the largest in my tree.

Recently I've been using a fantastic feature on one of my favourite family tree websites, Geni.com, to see (for the sake of my own history loving curiosity) if I'm related to anyone famous, for which Geni has a searchable tree for (this feature allows site members who have a copy of their tree on the site, as I do, to check it against those of other profiles to see if two people can be connected in any way).

Thanks to my trove of French Canadian, as well as my German (for which I currently have the second largest number of ancestors in my tree), relatives, much to my delightful surprise, I've actually been finding a few fascinating connections between my tree and those of some rather famous folks.

Knowing that the two largest groups in my tree are French and German, I've been primarily concentrating on plugging names into Geni's search feature of well known people who are one of those two nationalities.

From painters to royals, writers to war heroes (part of me was hoping to be related to Lafayette, but alas, no connection was found - so far), for the past several days, I've been nabbing a few moments here and there to see which historical figures are hanging out amongst the diverse and far-reaching limbs of my family tree.

So far some of the more interesting finds I’ve made have included the following connections:
-Gorm the Old, the first historically recognized king of Denmark was my 33rd great-grandfather! (That's a rather marvelous find, as I never knew - but always secretly hoped - that I was descended from royalty!)

-Marie Antoinette is my 15th cousin 9 times removed (ok, I'm the first to admit that's a rather distant connection, but nevertheless, you can imagine how wide my Georgian era loving eyes lit up when Geni delivered that result!).

-Catherine the Great is my 14th cousin 13 times removed (again, not exactly close enough to hold hands on the ol' family tree, but given that I'm part Russian and have studied the history of Russian royalty quite extensively, this result made me especially happy).

-Bing Crosby is my 17th cousin 10 times removed (yes, we're still wayyyyy out there in the nether regions of the tree, but still...Bing is only my favourite vintage crooner of all time, so sufficient to say I squealed with joy when I learned about this connection!).

-Speaking of immensely famous singers, Celine Dion is my 9th cousin thrice removed (at the risk of sounding overly confident, I was almost certain that we'd be related, given that she's French Canadian - my friend really wasn't far off when she said what she did!).

-Sir Wilfrid Laurier, Canada's seventh prime mister, is my 6th cousin 6 times removed (does having a distant relative on the Canadian $5.00 bill mean I'm entitled to all of them for free? :D).
-And speaking of people who dabbled in Canadian politics (in this instance with less favourable results, execution falling rather lower on the scale than becoming prime minster!), Louis Riel is my 6th cousin four times removed.

-Ok, this one is admittedly a massive stretch (and isn't technically a blood relative), but I'm including it here in honour of my paternal grandma, who always been a massive Elvis Presly fan. The King of Rock and Rock is my fifth great grandmother's husband's first cousin once removed's husband's third great nephew's wife's daughter's ex-husband.

-And for today, I saved what has to be my absolute favourite for last. The immeasurably cool, emphatically talented, beyond legendary beat poet and writer Jack Kerouac is my 10th cousin twice removed.


{Elegant black and white vintage photo of *my cousin* Jack Kerouac via Knol.}

I was a mere nine years old when I first discovered Kerouac's writing in the form of his classic - and arguably most famous - novel On the Road, which I poured over ever single word of before writing a "pick-any-book-you-wish" book report on it (to this day I still think my 4th grade teacher was slightly dubious that I wrote that report  myself, which is understandable given that gritty beat novels aren't exactly what most nine year olds choose as light reading, but I promise you, Mrs. Kuben, I wrote every last word of it).

For many years afterwards, as I explored the whole spectrum of 1950s and 60s beat writers and poets, I made a point of rereading On the Road each summer, devouring it from cover-to-cover with the same gusto and interest every time.

It's through my French Canadian blood that I can call Jack a distant cousin (though he was born in the States, both of his parents hailed from Quebec), tying one of the best, most original writers of the the 20th century to my family tree.

My experience lately with seeking notable names amongst my relatives - both living and departed - has been nothing short of superbly fun and wonderfully informative - and I definitely know that I'll keep checking for further matches for as long as I use that great genealogy website.

Should you happen to be a Geni.com member, too, or if you know of any famous folks in your tree as well, I would be deeply interested in hearing about them! Smile

April 11, 2010

Spending Sunday with my great-grandparents

The family’s all here, my great-grandparents, a third cousin twice removed, a distant uncle, even my great-great-great grandfathers sister, yes, a sizable clan has gathered here with me – well on my computer at least. Sadly, most all of these people passed away a long time before I entered this world, but once they walked and breathed the same communal air I do, and as such I’ve recently started to piece together their worlds.

Genealogy has been a topic that’s engaged and fascinated me since I was a very young child. Growing up I always knew that I wanted to build my family tree, yet for a multitude of reasons it wasn’t until this past January that I finally put my shoulder to the wheel and dove head first in exploring the people whose lives ultimately led to my own existence.


{While not of my own relatives, this 1954 Life magazine photograph of a large family is the sort of gathering I love to imagine taking part in with the living members of my family tree one day.}


Very few people on either side of my family are all that interested in genealogy or seem to know very much about their (our) family’s history. In a way this can be frustrating for someone who is just starting out on their journey into genealogy, yet at the same time having numerous (nearly) blank slates to build upon is intriguing – and in a way almost liberating – in and of itself. It allows me to start from scratch, working off what I’ve gathered over my lifetime about my family and going backwards (or sideways, as the case may be) from there.

Genealogy is an amazing field; it’s the collective desire to ensure that the lives of our ancestors do not disintegrate with the passing of time, the dream that future generations will inherit the knowledge of who their ancestors were, and the hope that we will learn more about ourselves through the process of discovering more about our (sometimes forgotten) relatives.

History has always been an integral part of my life, an interest that has multiplied and flourished over the years, and genealogy allows me to make history an even greater part of my world, for suddenly the names, places and dates I’m learning about connect directly to my very being.

Over the course of 2010, I’ve begun to put together (generational) lines for my four grandparents (my father and mother’s parents, respectively), and to expand those branches outward, both with living relatives and those who now exist in the realm of memories.

I’ve had better luck with some lines than others, but of course realize that my journey into the past has only just begun. I earnestly plan to continue doing genealogical research for the rest of my time on earth, gathering as I do knowledge that I hope to pass along to those generations who will succeed me.

At the moment, I’m doing my research on a shoestring (re: nonexistent) budget, yet happily that hasn’t hampered my ability to do quality research too much. Thanks to the wonders of the internet and the staggering array of quality genealogical resources available (often for free) online, I’ve been able to make some tremendous strides and discoveries.

While I realize that the likelihood of any of my readers being distant relatives of mine is fairly improbable, I wanted to do something rather unorthodox (in comparison to the topics Chronically Vintage usually talks about) and list the names of some of my ancestors, on the slim chance that someone reading this now (or perhaps somebody who will one day, in the course of their own genealogical research, stumble upon this page) recognizes one or more of them and would like to chat family history with me.

Out of respect for the privacy of certain living relatives, I’m not going to name my own siblings or parents (or my parents’ siblings), but will instead begin with my grandparents and provide basic information (where known) for each person listed.

Please note, I’ve stuck with listing information in a pedigree chart style manner, that is to say I’ve (mostly) focused on my direct line of ancestors and avoided branching off, in most cases, into those peoples’ siblings and so forth, so as to try and keep this post from turning into novel sized document.


~ Some branches of Jessica Cangiano’s family tree ~


-Paternal grandfather: Lorne (last name withheld for privacy reasons), b. 1939

-Both of Lorne’s parents’ (my great-grandparent’s) names unknown. The family, which is of Russian heritage, has ties to Nelson, British Columbia and possibly the prairie provinces of Canada.


-Paternal grandmother Jean Margaret Grams (married name withheld for privacy reasons), b. circa 1941

-Jean’s parents (my great-grandparents) were:

-Father: Alfred Grams, (possibly) b. circa 1925 (in Germany, immigrated as a child to Canada) – d. (possibly) circa 1975 (possibly in Vancouver, British Columbia)

-I do not know that names of Alfred’s parents or other Grams relatives (save that for at sometime in the 19th century one of my very distant relatives was named Gottlieb Grams).

-The Grams family had ties to Nelson, British Columbia.

-Alfred may have fought (for Canada) in WW2.


-Mother: Mary Walker, d. circa 1996 in Prince George, British Columbia (birth date/year unknown).

-I do not know that names of Mary’s parents or those of any other Walker relatives.

-Mary and Alfred had three children, including my grandma; their other two children were named Ronald (Ron; who married a woman named Jeanette) and Elaine (who married a man named Robert (Bob) McCannon).

-At some point Mary and Alfred Grams divorced and Mary went back to using her maiden name, Walker. I believe that Mary did not remarry, but do not know about Alfred.

-Mary’s family was of British origin (as to whereabouts in the UK, that still remains to be discovered).


Maternal grandfather

-Alfred Schill, b. 1927 (Bessarabia, Russia), d. 1990 (Maple Ridge, British Columbia)

-Mother: Maria (her maiden name may possibly have been Mattheis), b. 1899 (likely in Bessarabia, Russia), d. 1989 in Pitt Meadows, British Columbia (buried in Maple Ridge, British Columbia).

-I do not know Maria’s parents names or have any further information about her ancestors.


-Father (my great-grandfather): Johannes Schill, b. 1896 (likely in Bessarabia, Russia), d. 1990 in Pitt Meadows, British Columbia (buried in Maple Ridge, British Columbia).

-Johannes’s father may have been named Heinrich Schill (and have lived in Bessarabia, Russia), I do not know his mother’s name or have any further information about his ancestors.

-Johannes and Maria immigrated to Canada in 1930 on a ship called the Monteclair, which deported from Hamburg, Germany and landed in Montreal. The couple had young children (including my grandpa, Arnold, who was seven years old at the time) with them and are listed in the ship’s log as being of Romanian origin. This is, technically speaking, not exactly true. You see, at the time, the part of Russia where my great-grandparents came from, called Bessarabia, was under Romania rule (this was the case between roughly 1918 and 1940). Interestingly, though Bessarabia was previously considered to be part of Russia, many people, including my g-grandparents were of German decent and had settled in that area during the 19th, enticed to leave their German homeland by certain promises that the Russian government made to those who would emigrate to, and settle in, Bessarabia), yet the family spoke German (my g-grandfather may have also spoken Italian, but I do not know why, if in fact he did) and considered themselves to be German Russians.

-After arriving in Canada, Johannes and Maria often used the (slightly anglicized) names John and Marie Schill.

-Johannes and Maria (and their kids) lived briefly in Alberta (possibly in Drumheller or Medicine Hat), before settling in the Lower Mainland Area of British Columbia (around Maple Ridge/Pitt Meadows) where they ran a farm for many years

-In addition to my grandpa, Arnold, the Schill’s had the following children (listed oldest to youngest): Gustuv, Johan (John), Ella, Erna, Herbert (Herb), Frieda (possibly spelled "Freda" or "Freida"), and Hilda (note, Frieda and Herb were twins). (I have a limited amount of information, including in some cases spouses’ and childrens’ names, for some of these people. Please contact me if you think you may recognize any of these names and would like more info on them.)

-While Johannes and Maria’s first language was German, they learned English and spoke it with their children’s families, including their grandkids. Though they both passed when I was very young, I was blessed to have a chance to know them in person as a small girl. While I do not remember too much about my great-grandparents, I treasure the few memories that I do have (such as what their living room looked like and that my g-grandma always wore her long hair up in a bun) for the rest of my life.


-Maternal grandmother

-Bernice Schill, b. 1930 in Dawson City, Yukon (living)


-Mother: Marie Wilhemina Lefebvre Burkhard, b. 1896 in St. Honoré, Quebec, Canada; d. 1958 in Long Beach, California.

-Marie Lefebvre’s parents were Jean Baptiste Lefebvre, b. circa 1872 (date of death unknown), and Clara Parent.

-I do not have the names of either of these peoples’ parents or any of their further ancestors.

-Jean Baptiste and Clara were married on February 15, 1892 in St. Honoré, Quebec.

-Around the turn of the 19th century, the Lefebvre’s and their young children moved to the Yukon (they appear there in 1911 Canadian census).

-In addition to my g-grandma, Marie Wihemina, Jean Baptiste and Clara had two other daughter: Marie Anne Lefebvre (who married a man named Joachim Granger, the couple had at least one child: Alfred), and Arthemise Lefebvre (who married a man named Edward Millard Bell; I have a small amount of info on Edward Bell, including his parents’ and siblings’ names), the couple had two children: Robert Edward Bell and Marie Eveline Arthemise Bell.

-Tragically, on October 25, 1918, Arthemise, Edward and their two small children all perished when the ship the SS Princess Sophia sank off the coast of Juneau, Alaska. To make that fact even more heartbreaking, that very same date was little Marie’s first birthday.


-Maternal grandfather: Charles Frank Burkhard, b. 1874 in Omaha, Nebraska, d. 1945 in Dawson City, Yukon.

-Charles Burkhard married Marie Lefebvre on June 12, 1912 in Dawson City, Yukon.

-In addition to my grandma, Bernice Violet Jean Burkhard Schill, the Burkhards had eight other children (listed oldest to youngest): Virginia Marie Genevieve, Doris Claire Evelyn, Alice Grace Ruth, Adele Elsie Francis, Evelyn Agnes Arthemise, Vivian Doris Violet, Olive Inez Hazel, and Francis (Frank) Joseph. (I have a limited amount of information, including in some cases spouses’ and childrens’ names, for some of these people. Please contact me if you think you may recognize any of these names and would like more info on them.)


-Great-great-grandfather: Charles Burkhard’s father was Frank Simon Burkhard, b. 1850 (possibly in New York state), d. 1910 in Grand Island, Hall County, Nebraska.

-Frank Burkhard married Genevieve Agnes Pischke (b. 1850 in Prussia, d. 1925 in Grand Island, Hall County, Nebraska) on November 22, 1870 in Omaha, Nebraska.

-Genevieve’s parents were named Albert Pischke and Victoria (maiden name unknown). I do not have any further information about the Pischke family other than that their mother tongue may have been Polish.


-Great-great-great-grandfather: Frank Simon Burkhard’s father was John Burkhard (b. 1810 in Germany – possibly in Bundenthal or Bruchweiler, d. 1870, location unknown).

-John Burkhard married Catherine Riedel (or possibly Rudell), for whom I have no further information aside from her name. I do not know when or where John and Catherine Burkhard were married.


-Great-great-great-great-grandfather: John Burkhard’s father was Simon Burkhart (b. circa 1790 - 1799, in Bruchweiler, Germany, d. unknown date and location).

-John Burkhard married Catherine Zwick, for whom I have no further information aside from her name. I do not know when or where Simon and Catherine (Zwick) Burkhard were married.

-Important note: I do not know exactly when or with whom, but at some point around Simon’s lifetime, the family name went from being spelled “Burkhart” (with a “t” at the end) to Burkhard (with a “d” at the end). When I go further back in time than Simon (and including him, too), it appears that my ancestors spelled their surname “Burkhart”. This German last name has many spelling variations (please contact me if you’d like a list of them, I’ve been keeping one and have over 25 possibly variations of the Burkhard/Burkhart surname), another common one of which is Burkhardt (however I’ve not tied that spelling to my direct ancestors at this point).


-Great-great-great-great-great-grandfather: Simon Burkhart’s father was Johann Theobald Burkhart Jr. (b. circa 1760 or 1763 in Bundenthal or Bruchweiler, Germany, d. 1836 in Bruchweiler, Germany). (Note: this man’s name may have been “Johannes Theobald Burkhart, Jr.”, in my research I have come across it spelled both ways.)

-Johann Theobald Burkhart Jr. married Anna Maria Schreiner (b. circa 1767 in Rumbach, Germany, d. unknown date/place) in 1788 in Schönau, Germany.

-Anna Maria Schreiner Burkhart’s parents were Nicholas Schreiner and Margaretha Hirsch. I do not have birth/death dates or any further information for these people.


-Important note:, working further back in time from Johann/Johannes Theobald Burkhart Jr., I have found certain names and dates, yet provide them very tentatively. I cannot fully vouch for their accuracy and provide them simply as a guideline for other who may also be researching their Burkhard/Burkhart ancestors (please contact me directly if you’d like to know where I sourced the following names – or any other information in this article – from).


-Great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather Johann/Johannes Theobald Burkhart Jr.’s father was Johannes Theobald Burkhart Sr. (b. 1721 in Bruchweiler, Germany, d. 1785 in Bruchweiler, Germany).

- Johannes Theobald Burkhart Sr. married Maria Catherina Wachtel (b. 1728 in Bruchweiler, Germany, d. 1782 in Bruchweiler, Germany) on February 20, 1759 in Bruchweiler, Germany.

-Maria Catherina Wachtel’s parents were Johannes Georg Wachtel (b. circa 1687 in Bruchweiler, Germany, d. 1751 in Bruchweiler, Germany) and Maria Regina (maiden name unknown; born circa 1690 in Bruchweiler, Germany, d. unknown date/place).

-I have not traced the Wachtel family any further back than Johannes Georg and Maria Catherina.

-Interestingly, Johannes Theobald Burkhart Sr. was Maria Catherina’s second husband, she was first married to a man named “Johannes Siegfried Kuntz” (b. 1723 in Bruchweiler, Germany, d. circa 1759 Bruchweiler, Germany).

-Equally interesting is the fact that Johannes Theobald Burkhart Sr. was also married to someone else before he wed Maria Catherina. His first wife’s name was “Agnes Kuntz” (b. 1723 in Bruchweiler, Germany, d. circa 1759, probably in Bruchweiler, Germany).


-Great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather: Johannes Theobald Burkhart Sr.’s father was Johannes Leonhard Burkhart (b. circa 1690 in Bruchweiler, Germany, d. date/place unknown).

-Johannes Leonhard Burkhart married Maria Ottilia Pörtner (b. circa 1695 in Dahn, Germany, d. date/place unknown) on February 15, 1718 in Bruchweiler, Germany.

-Maria Ottilia Pörtner Burkhart’s parents were Sebastian Pörtner (b. circa 1659 in Dahn, Germany, d. 1752 in Dahn, Germany – just have to point out, this man lived what was an extremely long lifespan in that day and age!) and Maria Ottilia Riesbeck (b. 1672 in Dahn, Germany, d. 1752 in Dahn, Germany). Sebastian and Maria Ottilia married circa 1692 (likely in Dahn, Germany).

- Maria Ottilia Riesbeck’s parents were Wolfgang Riesbeck (b. circa 1634 in Dahn, Germany, d. 1677 in Dahn, Germany) and Anna Barbara Leiser (b. circa 1634 in Germany (possibly Dahn), d. circa 1690 in Dahn, Germany). The couple married circa 1662 in Dahn, Germany.

-I have not traced Wolfgang Riesbeck’s family further back, but Anna Barbara Leiser’s parents were Siegfried Leiser (b. circa 1608 in Dahn, Germany, d. circa 1674 in Dahn, Germany) and “unknown first name” Dauenhauer (b. circa 1612 in Dahn, Germany, d. date/place unknown). Siegfried and his wife married circa 1634 in Dahn, Germany.

-Siegfried Leiser’s father was Ludwig Leiser (b. circa 1578 in Dahn, Germany, d. circa 1635 in Dahn, Germany). I do not know Siegfried’s mother/Ludwig’s wife’s name. Ludwig Leiser is as far back as I’ve been able to trace this family line.

-Sebastian Pörtner’s father (so Maria Ottilia Pörtner Burkhart’s grandfather) was Georg Pörtner (b. circa 1634 in Dahn, Germany, d. date/place unknown). I do not know Georg’s wife’s name.

-Georg Pörtner’s father was Sebastian Pörtner (b. circa 1608 in Dahn, Germany, d. date/place unknown). I do not know Sebastian’s wife’s name. Georg Pörtner is as far back as I’ve been able to trace this family line.


-Great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather: Johannes Leonhard Burkhart’s father was Johannes Burkart (b. circa 1660 in Erfweiler, Germany, d. circa 1729 inBruchweiler, Germany).

-Johannes Burkhard married Anna Barbara Weiss (b. 1660 in Schindhard, Germany, d. 1731 in Bruchweiler, Germany). They were married in 1679 (location unknown).

-I do not have any further info at this time about Anna Barbara’s family line.


-Great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather: Johannes Burkhart’s father was Johannes Sebastian Burkhart Jr. (b. circa 1620 in Erfweiler, Germany, d. circa 1685 in Erfweiler, Germany).

-Johannes Sebastian Burkhart Jr. married a woman with the surname Wagner, whose first name I have not discovered yet (she was born circa 1628 in Erfweiler, Germany, I do not know when/where she died).

-Interestingly however, I have know that “Unknown Wagner’s” father’s was named Valentin Wagner (b. circa 1600, place unknown, d. circa 1677 in Erfweiler, Germany). I do not know Valentin’s wife (“Unknown Wagner’s mother’s) name, but she may have been born circa 1605 (that is all I have on this woman so far). Valentin Wagner and his “unknown wife” married circa 1627, place unknown.

-Valentin Wagner’s father’s name was Michael Wagner (b. circa 1560 in Dahn, Germany, d. circa 1613 in Dahn, Germany). I do not know anything about this man’s wife/Valentine’s mother.

-Michael Wagner’s father was Bernhard Wagner (b. circa 1524 in Dahn, Germany, d. circa 1580, place unknown). I do not know anything about this man’s wife/Michael’s mother.

-Bernhard Wagner’s father was Lorenz Wagner (b. circa 1496 in Dahn, Germany, d. circa 1548, place unknown). I do not know anything about this man’s wife/Bernhard’s mother.

-Lorenz Wagner is as far back as I’ve traced this family line.


-Great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather: Johannes Sebastian Burkhart Jr.’s father was Johannes Sebastian Burkhart Sr. (b. circa 1590 in Erfweiler, Germany, d. 1654 in Erfweiler, Germany).

-I do not know Johannes Sebastian Burkhart Sr.’s wife’s first or maiden last name, but it’s possible that she was born circa 1608 and that she died circa 1677 (unknown locations for both events).

-Important note: In some instances, I’ve seen Johannes Sebastian Burkhart Sr.’s first name referred to as “John” (thus he would be called John Sebastian Burkhart).

- Johannes Sebastian Burkhart Sr. is as far back as I’ve been able to trace my direct line of the Burkhart/Burkhard tree (in certain instances –especially with the Burkharts/Burhards – I have some info on various relatives’ siblings and those peoples’ spouses and descendants, if you feel that have a relative who may fit into my tree, please don’t hesitate to contact me, I may have them listed amongst my research). I’m actually a bit gobsmacked that I’ve been able to reach all the way back to the 1500s, especially when I stop and reflect on the fact that up until this past January, I did not even know the names of grandma Bernice’s parents (Charles and Marie Burkhard). I don’t know if I’ll ever have such wonderful good fortune with the other main branches of my tree, but I’m trying!


(I would just like to briefly point out that most of the information in this article should be used as a starting point and not considered to be the unquestionable truth. In many cases I have used research that’s been conducted by other people, but have sought out/am continuing to search for as many supporting/credible documents [e.g., census reports, birth and death certificates, baptism records, marriage certificates, land holding documents, wills, parish records, ship’s logs, diaries, family bibles, etc) as possible. I am the first person to admit that there could be errors in this information, and will try to update this page if I make a discovery that alters/voids something that is written here now.

Another note worth mentioning is that often when dealing with German men named “Johannes”, you will see the names Johan, Johann, and John used somewhat interchangeably (particularly by 20th and 21st descendants of such people). If you’re searching for a relative with this name, it’s always worth trying all four versions (as well as the abbreviated/shortened form of Johannes, “Hans”).

Likewise, if you happen to be researching German women (and possibly those from surrounding countries such as Prussia, Switzerland and Austria) prior to the 20th century, you may find that an overwhelming number of them had the first (or “fore”; German “vornamen”) name “Maria” (“Anna” is also another very common German female first name).

This can quickly make things trickier for you. However, on the plus side, many such women had a second/middle name (or names) as well. When this name was used in place of a person’s first name in many situations, it was (is) sometimes called a rufname (or rufnamen) in German. So instead of simply being named “Maria” you great-great-great aunt may have been called something like “Maria Eva” or “Maria Susanna”, which can sometimes make things easier for you when you’re trying to research that particular person.

So common was the prolific use of the first name Maria, that in some family trees, I’ve seen people do away with listing it at all, instead they refer to women by their second/middle/rufname name. This means that a woman named “Maria Sabrina Keller” may be listed simply as “Sabrina Keller”. I do not personally take this approach (which I’ve also seen used for men with the first name “Johannes” and a known second/middle name), but I’ve certainly encountered it in other peoples’ trees/research and understand why, for the sake of making things less confusing, it’s done.)


While a large percentage of my family tree is comprised of German ancestors, I’ve always viewed myself as a Heinz 57 of European nationalities. At this time I know that Russian, Prussian, French, and British roots are swirled into the mix. I had ancestors who first settled in the US, before their decedents made their way up to Canada, so I also feel like I have close ties with America.

Though this post delves a lot (!) further back in time than any other I’ve posted on Chronically Vintage before, I hope that you do not mind. I don’t plan on starting a blog devoted just to the topic of my family’s genealogy at this point in time, yet I wanted one concise spot online where I could place some of what I’ve learned in the past four months (coupled with the info I started out with), that was more intimate than a genealogy related forum, message board or mailing list (all of which are wonderful in their own right, don’t get me wrong).

If anyone who is reading this (at any point in time) feels that they may – even remotely – have ties to one (or more) of the name(s) in this post, please (please!) do not hesitate to contact me via email. I would truly love to hear from you!

But enough about me (or should I say “mich”) and all my ancestors! What about you, dearest readers, are you also passionate about genealogy? Is it something you hope do get into one day but haven’t approached yet? (If so, I highly recommend just jumping in with both feet and starting with whatever you know, no matter how little information that may be.) Have you been building your tree for years or even decades? What draws you to genealogy and how do you find it has enriched your life?

I wish you all the utmost of success in tracing your own ancestral paths – and hope that along the way you’re able to find out an extra large amount about those in your family tree who lived during our beloved vintage decades of the mid-twentieth century! 