ROYAL FAMILY CONNECTIONS - Charlemagne

(26 Sep 2012) There are so many unexpected surprises found while climbing our Family Tree.

Today, while researching my maternal lineage, I discovered a Family Connection to Charlemagne also known as Charles The Great.  WOW!   Dorothy Hazel Tarr.

[PHOTO: Statue of Charlemagne by Agostino Cornacchini (1725), St. Peter's Basilica, Vatican, Italy]

[PHOTO crown:  Pope Leo III crowned Charlemagne  (about age 25 or 26), the Holy Roman Emperor in St. Peter's Basilica, in Rome, on Dec 25, 800 AD. Charlemagne, was the first emperor to be crowned in St. Peter's.]

 

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INTRODUCTION

Below I have first posted some brief notes about Charles The Great, then some notes about our Family Connection to this Ancestor!

IT'S ALL IN THE LINEAGE DETAILS

 

Who is Charlemagne?  Below are some excerpts from Internet sources.

 

“He was large and strong, and of lofty stature, though not disproportionately tall (seven-feet tall).  His head was round and well formed, his eyes very large and vivacious, his nose a little long, his hair white, and his face jovial.  His appearance was always stately and very dignified, whether he was standing or sitting.  …. His gait was firm, his whole carriage manly, and his voice clear.”  Einhard, Life of Charlemagne, (New York: Harper and Brothers, 1880), pp. 56-7.

 

Below is a short excerpt from wikipedia about this ancestor!

Charlemagne ( /ˈʃɑrlɨmeɪn/; French pronunciation: [ʃaʁləmaɲ]; c. 742 – January 28, 814), also known as Charles the Great (Latin: Carolus Magnus or Karolus Magnus) or Charles I, was the founder of the Carolingian Empire, reigning from 768 until his death. He expanded the Frankish kingdom, adding Italy, subduing the Saxons and Bavarians, and pushing his frontier into Spain.  The oldest son of Pepin the Short and Bertrada of Laon, Charlemagne was the first Emperor in Western Europe since the fall of the Roman Empire four centuries earlier.

 

Becoming King of the Franks in 768 following the death of his father, Charlemagne was initially co-ruler with his brother Carloman I. Carloman I's sudden death in 771 under unexplained circumstances left Charlemagne as the undisputed ruler of the Frankish Kingdom.  Through his military conquests, he expanded his kingdom into an empire that incorporated much of Western and Central Europe.

 

Charlemagne continued his father's policy towards the papacy and became its protector, removing the Lombards from power in Italy, and leading an incursion into Muslim Spain.  He also campaigned against the peoples to his east, forcibly Christianizing them along the way (especially the Saxons), eventually subjecting them to his rule after a protracted war.  Charlemagne reached the height of his power in 800 when he was crowned as "Emperor" by Pope Leo III on Christmas Day.

 

Called the "Father of Europe" (pater Europae),  Charlemagne's empire united most of Western Europe for the first time since the Roman Empire.  His rule spurred the Carolingian Renaissance, a revival of art, religion, and culture through the medium of the Catholic Church.  Through his foreign conquests and internal reforms, Charlemagne encouraged the formation of a common European identity.  Both the French and German monarchies considered their kingdoms to be descendants of Charlemagne's empire.

 

Charlemagne died in 814 after having ruled as Emperor for almost fifty years.  He was laid to rest in his imperial capital of Aachen.

 

 

What is the Family Connection?

[NOTE: The figures in square brackets below show the number of relationships required to connect to Charlemagne.]

 

My personal Family Connection is through my maternal lineage according to the research material; and it appears that the number of relationships required to connect me to Charlemagne is [35].  My mother Dorothy Helen Scott Tarr (1923-1982) is [34].  My maternal Grand Aunt Pearl Harbour Jones Bennett (1875-1939) is [33].  Pearl Harbour Jones Bennett was married to Thomas Smith Bennett (1873-1959).  Thomas Smith Bennett was the older brother of Mary Elizabeth "Betty" Bennett Scott (1897-1980)—my maternal grandmother and my mother's mom.  I am related to Pearl through several Family Branches; and this is because the paternal first great grandparents of Pearl, the maternal second great grandparents of Thomas, the second great grandparents of Mary, my mother's maternal third great grandparents, and my maternal  fourth great grandparents  are the same:  Daniel Thompson Payne (1780-1858) and Martha Sarah Frazier Payne (1783-1849).

 

The Family Connection to Charlemagne that I have followed is through Pearl's maternal lineage and Pearl's mother Melvina Frances Harbour Jones (1836-1917) who is [32].   

 

CLOSING THOUGHTS

 

The Royal Blood lines from Charlemagne offer an amazing journey for a Family researcher.  There is just a wealth of historical information about Charlemagne on the Internet, in books, film, and more.  Some of these are listed below.

 

SOURCE LINKS: 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charlemagne

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Charlemagne_Agostino_Cornacchini_Vatican_2.jpg

http://www.traditioninaction.org/History/A01CharlemagnePersonality.html

http://www.acadian-home.org/charlemagne.html

http://saintpetersbasilica.org/Statues/Charlemagne/Charlemagne.htm

http://www.cambridge2000.com/gallery/html/PC1618051e.html

 

Source LINK for Melvina Frances Harbour Jones:

http://www.royalblood.co.uk/D56/I56659.html

 

Source LINK for Pearl Harbour Jones Bennett:

http://www.royalblood.co.uk/D56/I56246.html

 

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Memory Box - In Remembrance

These two females could be mother-daughter for they have similar features.  Their clothing style about 1890 was that of a well-to-do-family.  Printed in corner is "Vreeland Studio, Alva, O.T" (Oklahoma Territory, USA).

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[Above--The original photo finish is in the style done by a professional photo studio about 1900.  Printed at the bottom of photo on far right with baby sitting in wicker chair is "J.B.Lee & Co. ANTHONY, KANSAS". ]

 

 

[Below--The original photo finish is in the style done by a non-professional about 1900 and in a casual poise and setting.]



 

(22 Sep 2012 – In June 2009, at age 63, I began to research my Family History, not even knowing the full names or birth dates of my grandparents or their parents.  With the help of some Family members, the Internet, findagrave.com, and Ancestry.com, the Story of my Family was revealed.  However, there was a box covered in dust that sat in the back of my closet, where faded photographs some over 100 years old awaited—ready to be awakened.  The faces looking back at me from those photos were members of my Family from my maternal lineage, whose Life's Journey began and finished before I was born--their names not written on the backs of the photos, their Life's Story forever unknown and passed.  In their honor, I post their images here IN REMEMBRANCE with the company of prose/poetry.  Submitted by: Dorothy Hazel Tarr)

 

[Above Photos are of professional studio quality about 1900.  Left-to-right:

Subject--Young girl about age 8 with very curly hair, wearing a necklace and a bracelet on her left wrist, nice dress with lace around the neckline; printing in corner "ELLIOTS".

Subject—Young female about age 17 wearing dress with lace trim and necklace pinned to top bodice button; printing is "Mrs. Reed, Branch House, LaGrange, MO, Quincy, Ill."

Subject—Young female about age 17 wearing light colored dress (probably a wedding dress) with a necklace; printing is "Mayberry Studio".

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Memory Box - In Remembrance

Author:  Dorothy Hazel Tarr, © 2012

 

There is a dusty box of mystery -

Set out of time and place -

Of loved ones' Lives -

Now faded into history.

 

Who are these folks looking back at me -

Through time's photography? 

They are a part of me -

And, I call them Family!

[Photos are of professional studio quality about 1900.  Left-to-right:

Subject—Male about age 27 appears to be well to do by the style of his clothes and the terrific grooming of his mustache, beard, and hair.  This looks to be a newspaper cutout that was mounted on to hard paper.  

Subject—Male about age 30 appears to be well to do by the clothes and grooming of his beard, mustache, and hair.  The photo was done professionally in a studio on a colorized "yellow" paper or else it has colored from age.  Printed on the lower part of the photo is: "MORRISON, HAYMARKET THEATRE, 161 WEST MADISON ST., CHICAGO, ILL."

Subject—Male about age 40.  This fine looking gentleman is dressed in suit and bow tie, with wonderful eyes, eyebrows, mustache, beard, lots of hair, and a wonderful nose.  The photo is very faded but is in good condition.  It looks to be made by a professional photographer or studio for such a well-lighted-close-up.  (I wonder though if he was teased about his large nose during his lifetime.  He has wonderful nice eyes when you look at the photo magnified; he is just MAGNIFICENT and KIND LOOKING.)

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The Old Scrapbook

Author:  C. Nathalie Ellen Milliken, © 2005

 

 

It speaks of times now long ago
In a voice so soft and low,

“Come, my friend, see what you can see,
Come and take a look at me.

My bright colors are faded and dim,
But my spirit is bright within,

Pictures of people in days gone by,
Laughing and crying, we know not why,

Cards and pamphlets, and programs old,
What are the stories they have told?

Wrapping paper, an old gift tag,
Pieces of this, and bits of that,

Little treasures that people have saved,
Celebrations of special days,

So many memories my pages fill,
They’re waiting now to give you a thrill,

So come, my friend, come take a look,
I am a very special old book,

My binding is cracked, but my heart is whole,
Looking at me is like finding gold.

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[Photo is professional studio quality about 1910. 

Subject—Female baby about age 11 months dressed in a VERY fancy dress and barefoot.  The photographer was able to capture the baby with a terrific smile.  The photo was prepared in a very professional folder with fancy tissue paper protectively covering the photo.

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Strangers in the Box
Author:  Pamela A. Harazim, ©1997

 

 

Come, look with me inside this drawer,
In this box I've often seen,
At the pictures, black and white,
Faces proud, still, serene.

 

I wish I knew the people,
These strangers in the box,
Their names and all their memories
Are lost among my socks.

 

I wonder what their lives were like.
How did they spend their days?
What about their special times?
I'll never know their ways.

 

If only someone had taken time
To tell who, what, where, when,
These faces of my heritage
Would come to life again.

 

Could this become the fate
Of the pictures we take today?
The faces and the memories
Someday to be tossed/passed away?

 

Make time to save your pictures,
Seize the opportunity when it knocks,
Or someday you and yours could be
The strangers in the box.

 

*NOTE: The poem Strangers in the Box has been on the Internet with both the words tossed and passed, so I have included them both, for I have not found which one is the word originally intended by the author.  dht 

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[Photo about 1917.  The men are not wearing any badges, decals, or medals.  The male on the far left in the photo is the only one wearing a cap; the other males have a VERY CLOSE haircut.  The footwear is some type of shoe with a "spat like" covering, which I have seen in old war movies.  Two males to the right have some type of square tag on their shirts; but I could not read it when I enlarged this photo.  There are no signs in the yard or on the buildings.  It could be some kind of recruitment training camp for WW I or some type of work-program-camp.  I do NOT believe they are prisoners for they are too well groomed and are looking very happy and content, with some of them putting their arms about their fellows!  The time of year would be Spring or Fall, because of the sparse leaves on the trees in the background.]

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Golden Memories -- The Clothesline



[Photo source: Google Internet images]

(20 Sep 2012 – So many golden memories of my maternal grandparents stay with me.  These memories seem just as fresh now in my mind and heart albeit they are from over 50 years ago.  Below are some shared memories of those years.  Moreover, I've also added a poem and rulebook that I found on the Internet about Clotheslines -- that I was delighted with and hope you enjoy!  Submitted by:  Dorothy Hazel Tarr.)

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[Photo source: GOOGLE Internet images "wringer washing machine"]

INTRODUCTION

 

For several years in 1952-1954, I lived with my Maternal Grandparents Laurel Flynn Scott (1896 Oklahoma-1979 Oregon) and "Betty" Mary Elizabeth Bennett Scott (1897 Missouri-1980 Oregon) in Pond Township, California.  The township is located in Central California and is almost just a stop sign where two roads intersect.  My Grandparents were farm managers for several years for two different farms as I recall.  Grandpa grew and harvested cotton, while Gram worked in the house and performed the typical farmer's wife tasks.  Somehow, Gram made everything fun and interesting to me.  Nothing seemed too hard or boring!!!  She had a wonderful way about her!  Grandpa had the same spirit about him, but this is Gram's story.

 

Gram makes home arts fun

 

Gram was a great one for cooking, canning, gardening, sewing, cleaning, washing clothes, ironing, quilting, embroidery -- the list goes on and on.  And, oh my word, could she "kill" a chicken for the dinner table menu -- but that is another story.  This story is about how I learned home arts from Gram.

 

 Washing and Ironing Clothes

 

There was a whole procedure that needed to be followed in order to do the washing and ironing if you did it the way Gram did.

 

(1)  The washing was done on the farmhouse back porch using a "wringer" and "gear shift" washer machine.  The soap had to be measured, the water had to be heated and added with a long hose from the faucet of the porch double sink, then the washer gearshift was started and the soap and water mixed for a few minutes.  The pre-sorted clothes were put into the large tub, the gearshift turned on, and the egg timer set for 15 minutes.  Then the gears were turned off and the water was drained out of the washer tub via a hose into the porch double sink drain.  The clothes washer wringer was unlocked-from-its-stationary-position and you had to swing its "arm" out over the porch double sink.  Then the clothes were removed from the washing machine's tub and "run through the wringer", which squeezed out the water from the clothes via the clothes washer wringer double rollers.  The squeezed out water drained out into the porch double sink via a slanted drain tray.  There was an art to hand feeding the clothes into the wringer rollers!!  The pillowcases must have the closed end go in into the wringer rollers first, so that the water and air are not trapped inside the pillowcase!  If you forgot to do this, the pillowcase could burst and the water could splash all over you!  The same cautionary applied to other items such as shirts, dresses, and socks!  For even if the clothing items did not burst, the clothing could be damaged from the pressure of the escaping air and water.  Then too the clothing could get tangled in the rollers.  When this happened, the rollers had to be halted and opened in order to untangle and release the clothing wrapped around the rollers.  You had to be ever watchful and quick to take corrective action!  (chuckles!)  It was a real art to feed clothing into the wringer rollers—and it made for lots of unexpected doings on washday!  (chuckles!)  Then too, you had to be careful and watch what you were doing, for you could easily get hurt with all those moving parts and procedures.  I recall comedian routines where the comedian would get their tie caught in an old wringer washing machine -- which is very possible if you are careless or unlucky!  Well anyway, then new hot or warm water was added to the washer machine tub.  The squeezed clothes were put back by hand manually into the tub and the gears turned on for 5 minutes--this was the rinse "cycle".  Then the clothes were put through the wringer one last time.  Now, the clothes were washed, wringer squeezed, and ready to be hung on the clothesline outside.  Grandpa would put up the "removable" clothesline so I could use an old rag to wrap around the clothesline wire to clean the wire, for it got very dusty and dirty in between washdays.  Then finally, Gram and I would take a basket of clothes and hang then on the clothesline with clothespins.  The clothespins were in a cute bag that Gram made and that hung on the clothesline and could be pushed along as you hung up clothes.  Gram said the clothes had to be "bone dry" before they could be taken down and brought indoors.  I just loved this whole process.  Even though these days, I use a modern washer and dryer, I think of Gram and Grandpa every time I do my laundry!!!

 

(2)  After the clothes were "bone dry", Gram and I would take down the clothes and take them indoors in large baskets.  Then we would lay each garment on the large dining room table and "sprinkle water" on the clothes using a soda glass bottle with a special sprinkle-top that was put in the opening.  It always seemed funny to me, that the clothes had to be "bone dry" before we wet them!!  However, that's the way Gram did it!  After each item of clothing was sprinkled, it was very important to fold and roll the clothes and put them in a bag for at least an hour.  (It seems like yesterday, that I sprinkled those clothes, the memories are so precious and strong.)  In order to do a proper job of ironing the clothes, the clothes needed to be slightly and evenly damp -- for in that day, the electric irons did not have a steam or spray function.  After some hours, we would set up the ironing board, electric iron, and a rag with a bowl of water nearby.  (The bowl of water and rag were used to dampen the clothes if there were any areas that were still "bone dry".)  Gram would let me iron Grandpa's large handkerchiefs -- this was a real honor for me and Grandpa always said how nice I did them.  In addition, I ironed embroidered pillowcases, embroidered kitchen linen, Gram's large farmer wife apron pennies, and anything else that was mostly flat.  I would take an apron, handkerchief, or pillowcase out of the "sprinkle clothes bag" and proceed to do a masterful job of ironing the item to lots of praise from Gram.  (Even though I use an electric steam iron with a sprayer built in now, I still think of my Gram and Grandpa while I do this household task.)

 

How to embroider

 

Gram taught me how to embroider household items such as aprons, doilies, handkerchiefs, pillowcases, kitchen linen, clothing, and whatever.  She kept a whole range of colors of embroidery thread in an embroidery thread keeper that she made herself.  It was just magic the way she kept everything so neat and organized.  She showed me how to iron an embroidery pattern on a kitchen towel and then to select colors for the embroidery design.  She showed me several techniques for embroidery knots, stitchery, and overlays.  My attempts were always given lots of praise.  I was so proud to sit with her while she did her own embroidery and I had my own to do too!!!  Grandpa always seemed to come by and give Gram and me lots of praise.

 

Making clothes

 

Gram made all her own clothes.  She would purchase the fabric at JC Pennys or Woolworths.  Clothes patterns were purchased along with thread, pins, needles, and other items.  She would lay the fabric out on the large dining room table and pin the clothing pattern to the fabric.  Then Gram would let me help cut out the easier pieces (those with straight lines) with scissors.  Then she would show me how to "thread" her old peddle (non-electric) SINGER sewing machine.  I just loved the rhythm of my feet on the peddle and the noise "quickity clickity click".  I made lots of pillowcases, kitchen linens, and handkerchiefs (straight lines again).  Gram always "tailored" things to my level of experience so I never felt overwhelmed, inadequate, or incompetent ever!  On the contrary, I felt very proud of my efforts while I was doing the same things Gram did (even though they were smaller in scale or simpler in complexity.)

 

Cleaning house

 

Gram also taught me how to do a "proper" job of "dry dusting" the linoleum floors (no carpeting in the farmhouse).  We used a special "dry dust mop" that had a long pole with a bunch of "old rags" that Gram attached to the bottom.  With this magical  tool, I would go around the floor of the farmhouse each morning after breakfast was done.  When the dry mop got too dirty, Gram and I would replace the dry dust mop rags with "clean rags".  Gram would wash the dirty rags so they could be used again.  We did not iron these rags.

 

Other arts of keeping a home

 

There was so much to learn –

 

How to make the greatest pan drippings gravy,

How to cook an egg for Grandpa that was just the way he liked them,

How to dry the dishes just right and put them away,

How to make a bed with clean linen, smooth, "fluffed" pillows, and straightened bedspread,

How to crochet doilies, pillow sheet edges, and linen edges,

How to "kill", dress, and cook a chicken,

How to plant, harvest, and 'put-up" or can bounty from a garden full of vegetables and melons,

How to shop at JC Pennys, Woolworths, and the post office,

How to go to the Church of Christ that Grandpa and another relative started in Delano, California, and

How to LOVE and be LOVED by Gram and Grandpa!!!!!

 

 

CLOSING THOUGHTS

 

Although the clothesline is empty now and the clothespins are weathered, my memories remain young and fresh of those few golden years with my Grandpa and Gram.  I LOVE you with all my Heart and MISS you both every day!!





 

 

 

 

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The Clothesline

A clothesline was a news forecast
To neighbors passing by.
There were no secrets you could keep
When clothes were hung to dry.

It also was a friendly link
For neighbors always knew
If company had stopped on by
To spend a night or two.

For then you'd see the fancy sheets
and towels on the line;
You'd see the company table clothes
With intricate design.

The line announced a baby's birth
To folks who lived inside
As brand new infant clothes were hung
So carefully with pride.

The ages of the children could
So readily be known
By watching how the sizes changed
You'd know how much they'd grown.

It also told when illness struck,
As extra sheets were hung;
Then nightclothes, and a bathrobe, too,
Haphazardly were strung.

It said, "Gone on vacation now"
When lines hung limp and bare.
It told, "We're back!" when full lines sagged
With not an inch to spare.

New folks in town were scorned upon
If wash was dingy gray,
As neighbors raised their brows, and looked
Disgustedly away.

But clotheslines now are of the past
For dryers make work less.
Now what goes on inside a home
Is anybody's guess

I really miss that way of life.
It was a friendly sign
When neighbors knew each other best
By what hung on the line!

[~Author unknown]

 

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12 GUIDE RULES for CLOTHESLINES

(If you don’t even know what clotheslines are, better skip this).

1. You had to hang the socks by the toes…..NOT the top.

2. You hung pants by the bottom/cuffs….NOT the waistbands.

3. You had to wash the clothesline before hanging any clothes – walk the entire length of each line with a damp cloth around the line.

4. You had to hang the clothes in a certain order, and always have “whites” with “whites” and hang them first.

5. You never hung a shirt by the shoulders – always by the tail!  What would the neighbors think?

6. Wash day on a Monday!  NEVER hang clothes on the weekend, or on Sunday, for Heaven’s Sake!

7. Hang the sheets and towels on the OUTSIDE lines so you could hide your “unmentionables” in the middle (perverts and busy bodies y’know!)

8. It didn’t matter if it was sub-zero weather….clothes would “freeze-dry”.

9. Always gather the clothespins when taking down dry clothes!  Pins left on the lines were “tacky”.

10. If you were efficient, you would line the clothes up so that each item did not need two clothespins, but shared one of the clothespins with the next washed item.

11. Clothes off of the line before dinnertime, neatly folded in the clothesbasket, and ready to be ironed.

12. IRONED???!!!, WELL, THAT”S A WHOLE OTHER STORY!

[~Author unknown]

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[Photo source: GOOGLE Internet image "clothesline"]