10. Family Stories (packet)
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An Italian Family Returns Home
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Jennifer Petrino's family is Italian, but they've been in America for three generations, and over time, the connection to Italy has grown weaker. As she was looking at some old home movies one evening, Jennifer realized that she wanted to know more about her Italian heritage. "I called my grandmother and asked her everything I could think of to ask - all the names of her sisters and brothers and her grandparents and great-grandparents, and anything she could remember, and it just kind of snowballed from there."
Next, Jennifer began looking for documents. The first document she found was copy of the 1920 Census listing her great grandmother's family. To find out more about her great grandmother, Caterina, Jennifer went to her local Family History Center, a genealogical resource run by the Mormon Church.
In the microfilmed records of the ships arriving at Ellis Island, Jennifer learned much about her family's immigration history. The first surprise: "Through my research I learned that my family - Caterina - went back and forth to Italy three times total. Sort of like birds of passage, they go back and forth and they visit their family and come back, and sometimes the family comes with them and stays."
The next surprise: on the ship with Jennifer's great grandmother the last time she arrived was a second Caterina with the same last name. Jennifer had found her great-grandmother's younger sister Caterina, who returned to Sicily after a brief stay in America. She was 18 years younger than her sister, and in a decision that would cause some confusion later on, their parents had chosen to name them both Caterina.
Now Jennifer wanted to know if the younger Caterina had any descendants in Italy. She wrote to the Civil Records Office in Misilmeri, a small town in Sicily, which she knew from her grandmother was the ancestral home. The reply came, giving the name of the younger Caterina's daughter - Francesca Saglimbene.
Jennifer wrote to her, and a visit was arranged. A few months later, Jennifer travelled 5000 miles from her Florida home to the small town of San Giorgio su Legnano, outside of Milan, to meet the younger Caterina's daughter, Francesca, and her grand-daughter Barbara. Jennifer brought along old photographs given to her by her grandmother. On the back of one, her grandmother had written "the fountain where grandma Aiena went to get water." This was the fountain in Misilmeri on the piazza where the two Caterina's had lived as children. The next day, the two families went to Misilmeri, and made the fountain their first stop.
At the Civil Records Office in Misilmeri, Jennifer learned more details about her family tree. She also learned that dozens of her relatives still lived in Misilmeri, and the mayor had invited them all to the town hall for a celebration of the unique bonds between Italy and America.
Francesca's grand-daughter, Barbara, expressed the joyful mood of the reunion: "We were two families, and now we are re-unified. We are all together now and it is really beautiful that we have a piece of us also there in America."
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Jennifer found documents about her family at a genealogy center.
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A surprising finding: a 2nd sister named Caterina.
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The fountain in Misilmeri, where the two Caterina's lived.
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Barbara and Jennifer, the grand-daughters of the two Caterinas, reunited for the first time in 80 years.
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Searching for the lost Jews of Bohemia
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Alex Woodle's great-grandfather, David, came to America from Bohemia in the mid-19th century. "He died when my father was 12. My aunt gave me this amazing document, which was the marriage vows of her grandfather and grandmother-David Woodle and Theresa Simons. It's an original document dated 1869. And I remember looking at the signature and it's a beautiful signature of my great-grandfather. I started to wonder about the man."
Alex knew that David Woodle died in Chicago so he began by requesting a death certificate from the Cook County Department of Vital Statistics. When the certificate came in the mail four or five weeks later, it identified David Woodle as a capmaker and gave the address he lived at, the native country and his burial place - New York. But where in New York? In which of the hundreds of Jewish cemeteries could Alex find his great-grandfather's grave? He hoped to discover some clues at the Municipal Archives in New York. Alex started with the New York City Directories, searching for Woodles. In the 1890 Directory he found Bernhard, a peddler; Leopold, a stenographer; and Morris, a capmaker. In 1893, Leopold was still there, but what happened to Bernhard and Morris? On a hunch, Alex looked for a death certificate for Morris in 1892 - Morris, who was a capmaker in the same generation as David Woodle. Maybe he's related to David and maybe the cemetery listed on his death certificate - Bayside Cemetery in Queens - is a link to David's final resting place.
Alex's hunch proved correct. The cemetery confirmed that David was among a number of Woodles buried there. That weekend Alex and his brother visited the gravesite, which had been lost to the family for almost 100 years? "I just feel it's very important to know who our ancestors were. Looking at a signature wasn't enough for me. I had to make a connection to where this man lived and where he died." But Alex's search was not over. A vital question remained: where in Bohemia had David Woodle lived? At the New England Historic Genealogical Society, a set of books lists 19th century passengers from Germany and surrounding countries and the ships they came over on. After looking through 24 volumes and finding nothing, in volume 25 Alex came across a familiar name though with a different spelling - Wudl. Although Alex never found David in the index, he did find a Moses and a Simon Wudl, both from the village of Ckyne in Bohemia. "This could be the home village of the family." To prove his intuition that Moses and Simon were David's brothers, Alex took a trip to Bohemia, which is now part of the Czech Republic. In Prague, he enlisted the help of researcher Julius Müller. The State Archives in Prague houses the vast and detailed records kept during the period when Bohemia was a part of the Austro-Hungarian Empire. In the index of births for Ckyne, Alex found the evidence he sought. A set of records for David Woodle confirmed that he was from Ckyne and that he had brothers named Simon, Moses and Ignatz. The records also revealed the names of David's parents, Jeremias Wudl and Maria Wudl, the daughter of Jacob Fantes.
Of course, there are no Wudls or Fanteses left in Ckyne. The synagogue, built in 1828, stands abandoned. The Jewish families in Ckyne were all deported to concentration camps under the Nazi occupation. At the Jewish cemetery stands a memorial to the Jews killed in the Holocaust, including two members of the Fantes family.
"To go inside is very moving. It's the most emotional part of the trip I've made so far. It's very personal, not just for my family members, but for those people who lived in this quiet little village - for the Schwagers, the Fanteses, the Becks, the Kohns. But they're here in spirit."
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Secrets of my Ancestors
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In 1915, revolution engulfed Mexico. Caught in the crossfire was the family of Sister Mary Sevilla. The revolutionary Pancho Villa kidnapped Mary's grandfather, Manuel Sevilla, and his entire family, because Villa wanted Manuel, an artist and engraver, to do the portraits for the new currency. But Manuel managed to escape Villa's guards. Along with thousands of other refugees, the Sevilla family crossed the border into the United States and started a new life in California.
The drama of her family's journey to the United States inspired Mary to explore her ancestry. At the Family History Center in Lakewood, California she has scoured hundreds of microfilms to find Mexican church records of the Sevilla line. Though she has found records for her family dating back to 1731, in all her searching one person eluded her - her grandmother Rita. Rita died before the revolution, leaving behind Manuel and six children who barely knew her. But those children kept her memory alive by passing along her name.
For family historians, the female line is often hard to document. Mary began the search for her grandmother with the church record of the wedding of Manuel and Rita. "When I was growing up, I always heard that my grandmother was Rita Tressarrieu. And I'm looking at it [the record], thinking someplace I'm going to find Tressarrieu in this document. But it's not here anyplace." Instead Rita's maiden name is listed as Sánchez - a name Mary had never heard before. Who was Rita's real father? Unless Mary could find out that part of her family line would remain hidden.
To uncover Rita's past, Mary travelled to Mexico. Her first stop was the Civil Registry where birth and death records for Mexico City have been kept since 1859. Mary knew that Grandma Rita had a child named Gloria who died as an infant. This record should list Rita's maiden name. When Mary received the document, she saw that it listed the baby's father as Manuel Sevilla; the mother, Rita Tressarrieu.
Next, to prove that Rita's father was Tressarrieu, Mary needed to find Rita's baptism record. According to the wedding document, Rita was baptized at Santa Veracruz Church in downtown Mexico City. Mary hoped to find Rita's record somewhere in the church's archives, which date back to the Spanish Conquest. Mary believed Rita was born in 1873 and would have been baptized within six months of her birth. Without an exact date, hundreds of records had to be examined carefully for the names Tressarrieu, Sánchez, or simply Rita. After many hours of fruitless search, the baptism records revealed nothing. However, the church's baptism books separate legitimate from illegitimate births. Could Rita be there?
Finally, a breakthrough: a baptism record for an illegitimate child named María Rita; the last name, however, was not Tressarrieu, nor even Sánchez, but Gálvez. "This has to be her. I've heard for a long time that Rita's mother was named Jesús Daniel, but this is a big surprise, this Antonio Gálvez. I would suspect that Rita was born to a mother out of wedlock and possibly it was not okay to be pregnant and unmarried and so that she went to live with her aunt. The aunt was married to a man named Tressarrieu. I'm assuming since she was raised in the Tressarrieu household that it was easier to say Tressarrieu; that it was their child. When the mother did get married that's when I think she probably married someone named Sánchez."
After years of searching, Mary believes she may have found at last the answers to her grandmother's identity. "For me, it's just the excitement of looking and then finding them on a record. They really existed, they have their place in history."
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Mary's grandmother, Rita Sevilla.
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When Mary found the wedding records for her grandparents, the mystery deepened.
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Rita was baptized in Santa Veracruz Church, Mexico City.
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This may be Rita's birth record.
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Alex's grandparents, David and Theresa Woodle.
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The microfilmed directories for New York City yielded a valuable clue for Alex's quest.
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On an 1837 map of Ckyne, Alex and Julius Müller identify the house where David was born.
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Memorial in the Ckyne Jewish cemetery to those who died in the Holocaust.
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12. Poetry Selections
BROOKLYN BRIDGE: NIGHTFALL
By D. B. Steinman
(Steinman and his firm were in charge of the major rehabilitation
of the Brooklyn Bridge in the mid 1900s.)
Against the city's gleaming spires,
Above the ships that ply the stream,
A bridge of haunting beauty stands –
Fulfillment of an artist's dream.
From deep beneath the tidal flow
Two granite towers proudly rise
To hold the pendent span aloft –
A harp against the sunset skies.
Each pylon frames, between its shafts,
Twin Gothic portals pierced with blue
And crowned with magic laced design
Of lines and curves that Euclid knew.
The silver strands that form the net
Are beaded with the stars of night
Lie jewelled dewdrops that adorn
A spiderweb in morning light.
Between the towers reaching high
A cradle for the stars is swung;
And from this soaring cable curve
A latticework of steel is hung.
Around the bridge in afterglow
The city's lights like fireflies gleam,
And eyes look up to see the span –
A poem stretched across the stream
Brooklyn Bridge
Glittering bridge
curved like a harp
with your necklace of sparkling lights,
how you shine through the dark
of these silent summer nights. -Charlotte Zolotow
III. Three Writers’ Descriptions of the Brooklyn Bridge
I.
Slowly, the gaunt stone towers rose above the harbor – bringing an entirely
new scale to the two cities. Rising above the rooftops like visitors from
another planet, the 120-million-pound structures were the most massive
man-made objects on the North American continent.
From New York an Illustrated History by
Ric Burns and James Sanders with Lisa Ades
(Alfred A. Knopf, New York, 2003) p. 171
II.
It was the longest suspension bridge in the world. It was also huge; its
towers dwarfed the Manhattan and Brooklyn skylines…The bridge also
symbolized the country at a moment when it was becoming more modern,
industrial, and urban.
From an essay by Ellen M. Snyder-Grenier in
Frames of Reference, Looking at American Art,
1900-1950 edited by Beth Venn and Adam Weinberg
(Whitney Museum of American Art, New York, 1999) p.117
III.
When the perfected East River Bridge shall permanently and uninterruptedly
connect the two cities, the daily thousand who cross it will consider it a sort of natural and inevitable phenomenon, such as the rising and setting of the sun.
Thomas Kinsella from the Brooklyn Daily Eagle From New York an Illustrated History by Ric Burns and James Sanders with Lisa Ades (Alfred A. Knopf, New York, 2003) p. 181
Two Paintings by Joseph Stella with Artist’s Commentary
http://bertc.com/subone/stella.htm
Joseph Stella
The Brooklyn Bridge: Variation on an Old Theme
1939
The Whitney Museum of American Art
I was thrilled to find America so rich with
so many new motives to be translated into
a new art…steel and electricity had created
a new world.
Brooklyn Bridge had become an ever growing obsession ever since I had come to
America…it impressed me as the shrine containing all the efforts of the new
civilization of AMERICA.
http://xroads.virginia.edu/~MUSEUM/Armory/stella.html
Joseph Stella
Battle of Lights, Coney Island, Mardi Gras
1914
Yale University Art Gallery
And then one night I went on a bus ride to Coney Island…that
incident was what started me on the road to success. Arriving
at the island I was instantly struck by the dazzling array of
lights…I was struck by the thought that here was what I had
been unconsciously seeking…
Joseph Stella’s Life Notes (c. 1921 – 1925)
Born in Italy (South, Muro Lucano) forty five years ago. Classical education and at
17 in America. A great bent for the graphic arts since childhood. Scarcely any
academic training – mostly a persistent direct drawing from life in the parks, on the
elevated trains, in the public libraries…One year in the life class of the New York
School of Art…First exhibition at the Art Student’s League – Head of an Old Man –
and contribution of drawings to the Outlook, Everybody’s Magazine, Century, etc.
Working in Pittsburgh for the Survey in 1908. Result – scores of drawings of the
steel mills and working men published by the Survey and exhibited in Pittsburgh,
New York, Chicago – then in Italy and France for five years. Three paintings in
famous Armory Show in 1913 and a few months after one man show at the Italian
Club which attracted great attention and drew large praises from the press. One
year after a big canvas entitled Coney Island – Mardi Gras: Battle of Lights canvas
which exhibited all over the United States with all the first modern paintings.
Made the name of the artist known here and abroad – Since then three one man
shows and innumerable contributions to the most important shows in this country.
Among the pictures which had the greatest success, mostly all large canvases….The
Brooklyn Bridge…
From Joseph Stella by Barbara Haskell (Whitney Museum of American Art, 1994)
Photographs and Painting of the Brooklyn Bridge
Images may be found on accompanying websites.
http://www.eakinspress.com/books/webrooklynbridge.html
Walker Evans
The Brooklyn Bridge
Walker Evans Archives
The Metropolitan Museum of Art
http://www.afterimagegallery.com/brooklyneisen1.htm
Alfred Eisenstaedt
http://www.afterimagegallery.com/brooklynroth.htm
Harold Roth
http://www.metmuseum.org/Works_of_Art/viewOne.asp?dep=21&viewMode=0&item=49%2E70%2E105
John Marin
Brooklyn Bridge
Metropolitan Museum of Art
http://www.jimloy.com/arts/hassam17.jpg
Childe Hassam
A Winter Day on Brooklyn Bridge
Berry-Hill Galleries
http://images.google.com/images?q=okeeffe%20%2B%20brooklyn%20bridge&hl=en&lr=&sa=N&tab=wi
Georgia O’Keeffe
Brooklyn Bridge
Brooklyn Museum
You, Whoever You Are
You, whoever you are!...
All you continentals of Asia, Africa, Europe,
Australia, indifferent of place!
All you on the numberless islands of the
archipelagoes of the sea!
All you of centuries hence when you listen
to me!
All you each and everywhere whom I specify
not, but include just the same!
Health to you! Good will to you all, from me
and America sent!
Each of us is inevitable,
Each of us is limitless – each of us with his
or her right upon the earth,
Each of us allow’d the eternal purports of
the earth,
Each of us here as divinely as any is here.
- Walt Whitman
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