IGGC 2019...An Inspired Gathering Of Cousins!

Guten Tag, Freunde!

Earlier this month, from the 15th to 17th of June, the second International German Genealogy Conference (IGGC) of the International German Genealogy Partnership (IGGP) was held at the Hyatt Regency Hotel in Sacramento. This post is my review of the conference, but my viewpoint cannot be considered completely unbiased, because I am a board member of the host organization, the Sacramento German Genealogy Society (SGGS). The high regard in which I hold the organizers of this IGGC colors my review. I had helped a little with publicity for the conference but was not directly involved with its planning.

First, I must commend the organizers for their choice of venue. The location of the Hyatt Regency was ideal for the conference. The hotel is right across the street from the beautiful Capitol Park that surrounds our impressive State Capitol Building. A number of fascinating museums, Old Sacramento, the California State Library and Archives, the Historic City Cemetery, and several other historic sites are a short distance away from the Hyatt, accessible by light rail or even on foot.

The California State Capitol Building (Photo by California State Parks)

The Friday before the conference, June 14th, there were tours organized to some of the local attractions. I had the joy of escorting a group out to the Historic City Cemetery for a tour. The weather that day was perfect for such an excursion, and we genealogists are well known to be enthusiastic about cemeteries, so we all had a lovely time there.

Sacramento Historic City Cemetery (Photo by CSvBibra, Wikimedia Commons)

Friday evening, there was a Biergarten reception at the Sacramento Turn Verein, a beautiful German cultural center that is a real treasure with a rich history (read about it here: http://sacramentoturnverein.com/history/). It includes a library and several social areas complete with beer taps. The regular activities at the Sacramento Turn Verein include festivals, German language lessons, sports clubs, and music and dance groups. I did not attend the Biergarten, but I have visited the Turn Verein on many happy occasions. Musicians from the Turn Verein provided wonderful entertainment throughout the conference, including the skillful blowing of an Alpine horn at the opening session!

Speaking of the opening Plenary Session, at 7:45 a.m. on Saturday the 15th, the IGGC wasted no time drawing us into the rich German pioneer history of California, with visits from living-history figures that included Civil War soldiers, frontiers-men and -women, and the proprietor of that famous fort, John Sutter, himself!

All three days of the IGGC, there were wonderful keynote speakers over lunch, and I had made reservations to be at all three. Saturday's keynote was presented by IGGP and SGGS President Ingeborg Carpenter, a native of Germany with first-hand knowledge of the American immigrant experience. Her living-history characterization, in full costume, of a German woman in San Francisco and Sacramento during the Gold Rush was compelling and beautiful. It was my favorite of the three keynotes, which is saying something, because the other two speakers were the wonderful and immensely knowledgeable Michael Lacopo and Roger Minert! Dr Lacopo spoke about push and pull factors that brought Germans to America during the 18th Century, and Dr Minert offered details about German marriage and courtship practices that covered three centuries. So glad I attended them all!

A quick review of the food served by the Hyatt: The salads were excellent (fortunately) and so were the desserts (unfortunately). The house wines were good, and the cheese/cracker/fruit hors d'oeuvres for a reception were very nice. I was underwhelmed by the entrees, except for one that was a chicken Caesar salad. At the banquet Sunday night, the entree would have been fine, except everything on the plate was covered by a glaze that made me gag. I scraped off the glaze and ate some of it (the combination of German and Scottish blood in me detests waste). It would have been good without the glaze. Sauces on the side, people!

The speaker for the banquet was marvelous! I don't have her name written down, but I recall that she is an anthropologist who specializes in historic dress and has participated in living history at Sutter's Fort. She made her presentation in frontier-era dress that featured bloomers and stays (like a corset), discussing reasons and methods for wearing her outfit. It was very entertaining as well as fascinating!

It was rather difficult to choose sessions to attend during the day, because there were so many terrific choices! I decided to go hear mostly speakers I had not heard before, and of those my favorites were Wolfgang Grams (on German American migration), Ben Hollister (on German one-name studies), Nathan Machula (on researching provinces in the East), and Ute Brandenburg (on the travel companions of immigrants). I did attend presentations by familiar speakers, though, and I especially liked James Beidler's talk on German-Language newspapers (his new book on newspapers is a must-read!) and Bill Cole's session on storytelling and writing techniques.

This IGGC was of moderate size, but the hallways and small rooms that housed the society and vendor tables were not overly crowded. Of the vendors, I had particularly interesting chats with Michael Provard of FamilySearch and Mike Mansfield of MyHeritage, both of whom gave highly informative talks about their websites that I'm glad to have attended.

The first IGGC, which I did not attend, was held in 2017 in Minnesota. Every attendee from whom I heard descriptions of that conference stated that there had been a sense of "family reunion" there. At this second IGGC, I had a strong feeling of being surrounded by cousins, too. More than at any other genealogy conference I have attended, the mood was warmly collaborative and not a bit competitive. Not once did I feel as though I needed to get away from the people. I was drawn to them, and we all had beautiful experiences and exciting ideas to share. For me, the 2019 IGGC in Sacramento was a meaningful and memorable experience filled with learning and fun. 

When it was announced that the 2021 IGGC is slated to take place in Cincinnati, my excitement could not be contained. The breeding grounds of my mother's family, including the German line, from pioneer days forward, have surrounded the city of Cincinnati. I have been going back there to visit cousins and do research in the Fall for the last couple of years and plan to go back there this year, too. It will be great to be there with even more German cousins from around the world in 2021. Hope I will be able to convince a few of them to join me at Skyline for a plate of Cincinnati chili over spaghetti (what my mother called "chili-skett")!

A plate of Cincinnati-style chili. Looks good, doesn't it?

(Photo by Valereee, Wikimedia Commons)

Here's to many beautiful Summer hikes, without wildfires!

--Annie

"Man reist nicht, um anzukommen, sondern um zu reisen (You do not travel to arrive, but to travel)." -- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Mom's Home Town and C-SPAN for Genealogy

It's a drizzly day here in Marin County. The gray clouds above the hills visible from our office window are offset by the crimson and green leaves of a tree in our front yard that evokes the Advent of Christmas soon to come. Mom loved Christmas. 

The last time I saw Mom over the Holidays, I told her that we always appreciated all the efforts she had made over the years to make sure our Holiday celebrations were special. Because she was bed-ridden, I brought in a small pine tree with little "package" decorations on it and placed it on her dresser so she would have the Christmas-tree smell in her room. Uncle Jimmy, her brother, performed some "Linus magic" on the tree and made it look simply gorgeous! Thanks, Jimmy!

While in a grocery store this week, I spotted several elderly ladies shopping carefully for their Thanksgiving cooking, and it made me miss Mom so much that I almost started crying in the store. I told the checkout clerk about it, and we agreed that there is something universally irreplaceable about mothers. I'll always be grateful for the lovely mother I had and for the tremendously wonderful sisters, nieces, nephews, and uncle who miss her just as much as I do.

Seems a good day to delve a bit into the Mom's relationship with her birthplace, Covington, Kentucky.

Mom and the Flood
Bonnie Rae Pryne was born in Covington on the 26th of July 1937, a few months following a devastating flood of the Ohio River that Mom was able to describe to my sisters and I in some detail, despite the fact that she was still in utero when it happened in late January and early February of that year. No doubt, her family talked about the flood quite a bit during the early years of Mom's life. There were likely to have been quite a few areas of flood damage remaining in the neighborhood where Mom would play as a little girl--sights that could have fueled wonder in her young mind, helping her to imagine the horrors of the disaster described by her family. 

In particular, Mom would tell us about the flood waters having washed away topsoil from cemetery plots, exposing and opening a number of coffins and, in a few cases, revealing scratch marks on the insides of coffin lids. The thought of someone awakening from a death-like coma, to discover that they had been buried prematurely, is a terrifying thought to anyone, particularly a little girl, who could very well have had nightmares about suffocating as she tried to scratch her way out of a tomb!

(A photo from the 1937 flood.)

Arrival from One War, Departure for Another
Mom's family had lived in northern Kentucky and southern Ohio, in the region of metropolitan Cincinnati, since the early years following the Revolutionary War. The family of her father, Clarence Everett Prine (later Pryne), farmed mostly in Brown, Union, Adams, and Highland counties in Ohio. The family of Mom's mother, Dorothy Esther Marksberry, were mostly craftspeople, such as tool-and-dye makers, builders, and machinists, although they raised animals and crops, as well, and she had one uncle who was a physician. 

Clarence Pryne, known as "C.P.," decided early in his life that farming was not for him. He loved to draw and paint. He could draw a straight line without a ruler and a perfect circle without a compass. C.P. had only an 8th-grade education, but his mother was a voracious reader whose vocabulary and fund of knowledge were so advanced that she was, according to her granddaughter (my mother), ever in search of crossword puzzles that were difficult enough to challenge her. Lorena May (Segondollar) Prine had left her husband, James Millburn Prine, when Clarence was a small child. Apparently, their marriage was destroyed by the devastating loss of C.P.'s older brother, Aaron, who died at age seven of tuberculosis. This left little C.P. and his mother to look after themselves, but they were both intelligent, hard workers who found ways to get by. 

As yet, I have no evidence of where C.P. and his mother lived immediately after his parents separated, but when C.P. was 13 his mother married a fireman named Frank McMurray in Cincinnati. Clearly, Lorena had chosen to take her son away from rural Ohio, where both her father and ex-husband had farms. By the time of the 1930 Federal Census, 19-year-old C.P. and his mother were living on their own in Bellevue, Kentucky (a suburb southeast of Cincinnati) away from Mr. McMurray, who had remained at his Cincinnati residence. Following another failed marriage, Lorena was waiting tables in a restaurant, and C.P. was pressing clothes for a dry cleaner. 

Their economic situation was likely the cause of C.P.'s limited formal education. The idea of helping his mother financially by starting work as a young teenager probably appealed to C.P. Of course, in those days, many men began full-time work at a younger age than we typically see today. However, C.P. inherited his mother's penchant for mental challenge and was a seeker of knowledge throughout his life. C.P. was always keen to share his knowledge with me as I was growing up and seemed delighted by my curiosity. My grandfather C.P. gave me a slide rule and showed me how to use it, since I showed an interest in mathematics. He would show me blueprints and other drawings he liked to do, and he shared his magazines about history and geography with me (Biblical Archaeological Review was a favorite of his). He did not live to witness his granddaughter's own scholastic pursuits in History and Archaeology, but he deserves great credit for stoking my interests.

It could not have been long before the Great Depression affected the ability of C.P. and his mother to find work. My great-grandmother Lorena told us about a Depression-era job she had sitting overnight with dead bodies in a funeral parlor, making sure no one came in during the night to steal clothing and other valuables from the bodies. She brought books and puzzles with her to pass the time so, despite the interruption of her circadian rhythms, the job was fairly easy. She stated, however, that she never became accustomed to the sudden movements of the bodies as rigor mortis set in because, if the corpses had not been properly secured in their coffins, they would sit straight up suddenly and give poor Lorena quite a start! 

As his mother kept the body-snatchers at bay, C.P. was able to secure a job with the Work Projects Administration (WPA) as a draftsman, so finally he could put his drawing talent to work! By the mid-1930s, C.P. was in love with Dorothy (who was the niece of his mother's cousin's husband--such things we learn through Genealogy!) and ready to start a family. The couple settled in Covington, had my mother in 1937 and boy-girl twins in 1939, and lived there until the World War brought an opportunity for C.P. to work on secret projects for the Department of War as a civilian. This new job took the Pryne family away from the region that had been home to generations of their kin for about a century and a half, as they were called upon to move to different areas of the country during the war years.

(L-R, Lorena, C.P., and Dorothy, mid-1960s)

C-SPAN for Genealogy!
Grandpa C.P. would have loved the Cable-Satellite Public Affairs Network, known as C-SPAN! Although he was still alive during C-SPAN's early years (they began broadcasting in 1979, and C.P. died in 1985), he never had access to cable or satellite television. I imagine that C-SPAN's weekend broadcasts of American History TV and Book TV would have become obsessions of his, as they have become mine.

It has been fun to discover how useful the C-SPAN website can be, not just for following current events, but for researching geographical and historical context for Genealogy! 

The C-SPAN Cities Tour, for example, offers over 2000 video tours of historical and cultural sites in cities all over the U.S. There is a great deal of contextual learning to be found at C-SPAN Classroom, as well. You don't have to be a teacher to find much to appreciate about the thousands of videos they have covering such topics as U.S. History, World History, Comparative Government, and Geography. For primary resources about culture, people, and events of the 20th and 21st centuries, C-SPAN's Reel America features over a thousand historic videos that are sure to spark your own memories!

One way to search C-SPAN for genealogical purposes is to visit their American History TV page and enter the name of a place, historical event, or historical person in the "search" box at the top of the web page, which you can filter by media such as "videos" or "clips." You can also click on the "Filter/Sort Options" to the right of the "search" box to enter more specific criteria for what you seek. For instance, a simple search of "Covington, Kentucky" yielded over 60 videos through which to scroll in order to find something new to learn about Mom's home town. 

Covington and the Bridge

One of the video choices on American History TV for Covington is about the Roebling Suspension Bridge. The video treats us to 6-1/2 minutes of history about this bridge across the Ohio River that links Covington and Cincinnati. It was engineered by a Prussian immigrant named John Roebling, who had arrived in the U.S. in 1832. Roebling invented a method of building suspension bridges by winding metal cables on-site. This method has been used to build many suspension bridges over the years, and Roebling's wire-rope technique is still used today. 

For about 20 years, people in northern Kentucky expressed their desire for a bridge to be built over the river because they wanted to avoid the cost of transporting livestock and other goods across the river by ferry boats into the Cincinnati markets. The State of Kentucky granted a charter to build the bridge in 1845, but the State of Ohio did not grant a charter for their end of the bridge until 1849. The project was further held up by a lack of funding, and construction did not begin until 1856, only to be discontinued in 1858 due to a financial panic. During the Civil War, the need to transport troops across the Ohio River convinced government officials to raise funds and resume the project, and the Roebling Bridge was completed in 1867, the year that work began on another suspension bridge utilizing Roebling's cable method, the Brooklyn Bridge. Sadly, before the Brooklyn Bridge was built, Roebling's foot was badly injured by an arriving ferry boat as he stood on a dock, and he died a few weeks later in Brooklyn Heights of tetanus. 

The Roebling Bridge has been updated a few times and strengthened to handle modern traffic, but it is still essentially the original bridge. The State of Kentucky took full ownership of the bridge in 1953. The original floor of the bridge was made of oak, although later the oak was replaced by a metal grate system. The bridge's metal mesh creates a humming/rumbling sound as vehicles drive over it, so the structure has been given the nickname, "the singing bridge."

Interestingly, a cousin of Mom's home-town Roebling Bridge is the Golden Gate Bridge that opened in 1937, the year Mom was born. I drive over the Golden Gate Bridge into San Francisco at least once a week--a fact that further connects my family to Covington, Roebling, and suspension bridges. But alas, the Golden Gate Bridge is paved and does not sing!

(A statue of Roebling along the Northern Kentucky Riverwalk, with the bridge and the Cincinnati skyline in the distance.)

Annie

"If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need." - Marcus Tullius Cicero