Showing posts with label Language. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Language. Show all posts

Monday, November 2, 2015

What's Black & White & Read All Over??



The title of my post comes from a joke my Mom used to tell.  The first time I heard it--about age 5--I puzzled long into the night about what could be black and white, yet "red" all over.  I was the last one on the planet to guess the answer to her riddle.

When I visit a town I check out the name of their local newspaper.   Lots of newspaper names are colorful and descriptive.  Some are not.  The creative titles are either "one of a kind" or they shed light on the character of the communities they serve.  Would you want to live in the town whose newspaper is titled "The Rustler?"   Mmmm.  You'd best stay out of the street at high noon.  If your paper is called "The Reminder" does that mean your town is dominated by the geriatric crowd?  I can't figure out the Sacramento Bee and Fresno Bee.  Do they mean bee as in bumble bee?  Was the publisher's daughter named Bee?  Or is there a play on words going on here?   ***

I leave you with a list of the plain and mundane, the interesting, and the witty / creative titles of newspapers around the country.

the dull                 the interesting                                    the creative
Times                 Idaho Statesman                                 Cleveland Plain Dealer
Journal               Observer                                             Daily Planet
Sun                     Sounder                                              Vermont Phoenix
Post                    Fresno  Bee                                         Rustler
Tribune              Town Crier                                          Territorial
Chronicle           Brattleboro Reformer                          Reminder
News                  Bugle                                                  Champion
Inquirer              Independent                                        Seattle Post Intelligencer
Globe                 Pioneer                                                Kingman Miner
Gazette               Town Crier                                          Shinbone Star
Herald                Democrat
Press                   Eugene Register Guard
Standard             Watchman
Advertiser           Newhall Signal
Examiner            Oregonian
Dispatch             Ledger
Reporter              Constitution
Mirror                 Commercial
Clarion                Eagle
Citizen                Holyoke Transcript-Telegram
World                  Keene Sentinel



***An alert reader, Susanne from NC, located this article that explains the origin of the name Bee for the newspaper in Sacramento

 

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Family Search Indexing


Margaret Brosnahan, Brattleboro Vermont

For decades I have been involved in a volunteer project created and sponsored by the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, called Indexing. It is the method and means by which billions of family history-related records have been posted online at https://familysearch.org (and other sites as well) in a searchable format for anyone-anywhere-anytime to access for the purpose of discovering or expanding their family roots.

Back in the 1980s we Indexing volunteers were given thick packets of xeroxed records taken from LDS Church Archives, most of them records of ordinances performed in the past 100 years. We recorded the names, dates and places onto large index cards, then turned back the packets and completed cards to the administrator. He or she then gave the same packet to another volunteer who recorded the same data onto a separate set of cards, and subsequently an arbitrator compared the two sets of cards to check for discrepancies, and fixed those.

Twice during this early stage of Indexing I ran across people I knew in the old records. One was a mention of an elderly woman I had known when we lived in Idaho. But the other was . . . a record of the adoption of a man I knew in my current ward. I had no idea he was adopted because he looks just like his father. I called my administrator because it was such a personal bit of info and I knew it could never be mentioned to anyone else. She had seen that record while reviewing the packet before handing it out and said, "That's why I gave this one to you, because I knew you would never repeat it."

Gradually over the years Indexing matured into the computer age. Rather than fat packets of paper we indexers looked at microfilmed records which we then recorded onto the index cards. Then someone else recorded those onto the computer and arbitrated them. My interest was always the challenge of working from the original records on microfilm. My favorite project was the two years I spent decoding Ellis Island immigration records in the mid-90s. Perhaps because one set of my grandparents were immigrants, I loved poring over the Hungarian, Italian, Croatian, etc. names of folks who entrusted their lives and future into the hands of the good ol' USA. The handwriting was tough to read and there were times when 4 or 5 volunteers stood around a microfilmed image doing their best to figure out the letters, so the record would appear properly in the index. That was of utmost importance. Ellis Island records have now for years been posted at http://www.ellisisland.org.

a typical immigrant ship of the early 1900s; this one happens to be the ship that carried my Baba to the US in 1911

For some years now Indexing has been done entirely on computer from home. I now download a "batch" from a menu of about 30 choices in various languages, then either do the original indexing, or arbitrate a batch where there are discrepancies on which my opinion is the final word. My favorites are the Hungarian records, though I've interpreted thousands of birth, marriage, death and census records in English, Slovak, and German.

In 2012 the big push was to index the 1940 Census which was released on April 1 last year. A couple hundred thousand Indexers participated and the entire project was done in just a few months time!!   One day I chose a batch of 1940 Montana Census and once again, ran across people I knew. When I was 10 years old my very first baby-sitting job was for children of our neighbors, Bruce and Joanne, who lived on my street in California. Well there in front of me on the 1940 was Bruce as an 8-year-old child with his parents and siblings. In my early 20s I had been an neighbor of Bruce's mother Claire, and her second husband, Clarence. Boy, did that Census record bring back sweet memories of great people.


What brings me to this post is the Hungarian death records I've been working on. They range from the time period of late 1800s to about the mid-1950s, and when I download a batch I never know ahead of time what year they will be. Lately they've been late 1940s or into 1950. And I've been moved to see that after World War 2, Hungarian towns and villages made an effort to record World War 2 era deaths in their local records, even if the deaths occurred elsewhere. Two categories pop out: 1. those who were killed during the war, mostly soldiers, mainly in Russia, and 2. Holocaust victims who died in concentration camps.

Yesterday I found an entire family recorded in the death records on May 23, 1950. They died together in Auschwitz on July 15, 1944:

Vilmos Farkas, 37 years old, commercial businessman, July 15 1944, Auschwitz
Fransiska Braun, 36, July 15 1944, Auschwitz
Erzsebet Farkas, 11 years, July 15 1944, Auschwitz
Laszlo Farkas, 9 years, July 15 1944, Auschwitz
Lajos Farkas, 7 years, July 15 1944, Auschwitz

On another page recorded December 29, 1948:
Armin Wuliger, 63, business, July 15, 1944, Auschwitz
Hermina Feldman, 63, July 15, 1944, Auschwitz
Margit Wuliger, 41, July 15, 1944, Auschwitz
Karoly Wuliger, 34, July 15, 1944, Auschwitz
Jeno Wuliger, 27, September 15, 1944, died in Austria [same family, but killed in battle]

The tragedy of the war and Holocaust intensifies when you see entire families wiped out for no reason at all, except that they were Jews in Hitler's way.

Indexing will stimulate personal feelings of love, pity, sympathy, admiration, respect, empathy, and appreciation, all surfacing for people you never knew.

a sample register; this one is easy reading

NOTE: Anyone can participate in Indexing from any computer, anywhere, anytime. Projects are rated according to ease of use (1 or 2 for beginners, 3-4 average, 5 is for experienced Indexers) and you can begin by registering at www.familysearch.org. And, you can  browse Family Search right this minute for records already indexed by volunteers, and posted  FOR FREE!



Thursday, November 17, 2011

Pennsylvania Place Names

A previous post extolled the rich character of women's names in Pennsylvania. This state also has hundreds of the more curious place names ever heard. I bring you a sampling.

Coal mining has left its mark in the countryside via numerous town names. When there was more than one mine in an area they would all be given the same name with a number appended. Most of the mines are closed yet the names have stuck. So today you could reside in Alison One or Alison Two. Or Continental Three--perhaps Continental 1 and 2 have faded into obscurity? There's Filbert One, Montour Ten, Thompson Two, Tower Hill One and Two. The name Lock Three comes from operations on the Monongahela River.

Other coal and coke legacies are Minersville, Smoketown, Smokeless, Cokeburg, Miners Mills, Poland Mines, Grindstone, and the absolute worst--don't ever move here--Pitt Gas! Imagine the humiliation at a dignified gathering when introducing yourself as Bob Smith from Pitt Gas, Pennsylvania. And I would choose Smokeless over Smoketown!

Cokeburg, Pennsylvania in 1910

You could live in Indiana, California, or Wyoming. Not the states; they are all towns in Pennsylvania.

You would never spell out this place on an envelope: S.N.P.J. It stands for Slovenska Narodna Podporna Jednota. Translation: Slovene National Benefit Society. Yeah.  S.N.P.J, Pennsylvania.

Then there are the peculiar, intriguing places: Bird in Hand, Trucksville, Pillow, Burnt Cabins, Fearnot, Camp Jo-Ann, Eighty-Four, Tarrs, Library, Snowball Gate, Turkeyfoot, Turkeytown, the cute Daisytown, and what must be a lovely place, Scenery Hill. I would build a house there, but not in Low Hill. There are two places called Dry Tavern. And is it really such a large place that you must designate your residence as Upper Peanut or Lower Peanut?

Then we have the grand prize Pennsylvania place name that mortified me as a teenager: Intercourse.  I thought I'd rather die than have to give THAT as my hometown.  Driving through there made me eternally grateful my Dad grew up in the not-so-weird towns of Perryopolis and Star Junction!

George Washington's Mill, Perryopolis Pennsylvania






Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Love Those Pennsylvania Names

My First Grade Class, Northridge, CA, 1961

1950s and 60s Southern California's San Fernando Valley was pretty much a white bread culture.  Our neighborhoods and schools, unlike my children's now, were not filled with bright Vietnamese--Koreans-- Indians or with Somali refugees escaping unspeakable horrors.  There was a thimble-full of immigrant families in our area: 1 Finnish, 2 from India, and a girl from Japan in my 4th grade class. 

There were a few of us though, with complicated names inherited from immigrant grandparents.  No one had ever heard the surname Bubnash.  No one could pronounce it right on the first try.  Or the second.   Or the third.   Same for my friends surnamed Letizia, Muchowski, Shusett, Milkovich.  I envied all the Wilsons and Rowes and Meyers and Rogers and Sims with plainer English names.

Pennsylvania is an entirely different story.  The draw of industry and coal mining around the turn of the 20th century attracted hundreds of thousands of Eastern and Southern European families with tongue-twister names. 
George, John, Andrew, Michael Bubnas
Pennsylvania 1900
Because my Dad is from deeply ethnic PA I know a lot of people there, so I scan the newspaper and obituaries online to keep up with events.  And the most amazing surnames pop out, and I love every one of them.  No plain vanilla names allowed here.   These are Starbuck's Cinnamon Dolce Crème Frappuccino names, with creamy milk, sweet cinnamon flavored syrup with the homey flavors of butter and brown sugar  topped with sweetened whipped cream and cinnamon sprinkles!

Here's a list of amazingly rich women's names I've collected.  Try saying them out loud!

Mary M. "Marge" Sintich Plovock Bozek
Anna Smertka Sedory
Eva Stanchak Stuckslager
Josephine Suchta Bialousz
Sophia Mscarko Sesco Shwallon
Mary Swancigar Bokat Repko Cihon
Frances Marianne Sozonovich Zuchowski
Hermina A. "Minnie" Pokorny Yasenosky
Helen M. Veshinfsky Fasulkey
Bruna C. Baroni Boldyzar and her mom: Carolina Bugaloni Baroni
Mary Ann Vrabel Latsnic Christoff
Palma Paris Pro
Alta Mae 'Curly' Moats Pidpyryhora
Josephine J. Fiffick Smorada
Bronsilia Bertha Tomalski Vinesky
Anna Shernisky Skrypak
Mildred Honeygosky Presley
Anna Krivenra Yurkncincoz
Irene E. Skovran Guziak Kowalczyk
Helen Szvitih Zundel
Janet Ivadell Junk Sedlock
Elizabeth Gallik Palgutta
Anna Hantosh Bootz Horwat
Mildred Inez LeCorchick Tworzydlo
Elva Noskey Noschese Pacione Grubbs
Kzenia Stefansky Wanzilak