Archive for the ‘Family’ Category

Immigrants

June 13, 2025

Here are 2 immigrants, Klass Hanstra and Gieske Ijkamp Hanstra, my great-great-grandparents. They are parents to Katherine Hanstra, who married my great-grandfather, Wopke Plantinga. Katherine and Wopke had 11 children, my grandfather being the oldest. My grandfather, George Plantenga, was born 5 months after Katherine & Wopke’s marriage, so they never celebrated his birthday which was Oct.15, 1893. Wopke changed his name to William. Klass and Gieske changed their names to Clarence and Gertrude, here in America. The goal was to sound as “English” as possible, since that was the dominant group in America.

Klass and Gieske were born in Friesland, the Netherlands. Friesland is an area on the NW coast of Holland (Netherlands). They spoke their own language of “Frisian” as well as Dutch. Klass was specifically born in Stiens, Leeuwarderadeel, Friesland, Netherlands, on June 2, 1828. Gieske was born in an area of Friesland called Het Bildt on April 22, 1838. Their marriage was Sept.1, 1864. They arrived in America in 1894, with onley TWO of their 6 children. Only “Pietje” (age 18) and “Tjitske” (age 11) are listed on the passengr list. For “occupations”, father Taeke said “laborer”, mother Gieske said “wife” and their 2 children were “servants”. (I think that meant they would work as domestic servants, which most of the young girls did.) All their 6 children were: 1 boy (Taeke, later “Charles” in America); and 5 girls: Grietje (Margaret), Trijntje (Katherine), Pietje (Nellie), Jantje (Jessie), and Tjitske (Jennie). Their first-born is listed as “Levinloos kind”, meaning “lifeless child”. —- They settled where the Dutch tended to go: Chicago, and later moved south of there to my hometown, Lafayette, Indiana, which is where they are buried. NONE of them worried about their workplace being raided or themselves being handcuffed in front of their children and taken to some cold PRISON or DEPORTED back to HOLLAND!! They also remained poor in America, mostly the men working odd jobs or FARMING and selling vegetables. They were serious Puritan-type people. It’s amazing I have a picture of them.

cfblack, 6-13-2025

Road Trip

May 25, 2025

Riding in the back seat of a car to Charleston
Takes me back to 10 years old,
Riding in the backseat of a station wagon
For days on end. No air conditioning,

To California, San Diego, Disneyland, Yosemite,
Northern Redwoods, Grand Canyon, Zion, the Badlands,
Looking for fossils, camping, riding a stage coach or a horse,
sand dunes, walking trails, the Great Lakes, waterfalls,
Canada, Lake Huron, Mexico, a bull fight.
my dad’s yellow raft, with him paddling a river.

My family was adventurous, these were our summers, when my dad escaped the stress of his academic life,
These were our times, family vacations,
Times for us to get away, spend days together.

You think you have a lifetime, then realize it’s over,
and these are the moments you have.
The days you look back on, the times you cherish,
the memories are what last forever.

cfblack, 5-25-25

March lament

March 14, 2025

Treefrogs trill in the trees that enjoyed a sprinkling of rain
from the clouds that last night hid the red moon eclipse,
Pretty black cat joins me on the back porch,
but as I sit, my fingers turn cold as ice from a light breeze blowing;
I return inside, to the warmer air of my daughter’s kitchen,
and await the heat of Summer.
cfblack, 3-14-25, Pi Day

The piano

February 20, 2025

I remember the day you came to us,
Excitement intense and real,
I was the one who mastered you,
who played for hours on end.
Four years learning to play your keys,
to lift my fingers,
prance them along,
to play with emotion and haunting beauty,
There were times I would stop, sit in silence,
cry, tears rolling down my cheeks,
Frustrated, not moving,
staring at the keys,
until my Father called to me,
“Later, take a break,” he said,
“Come back to play it later.”
and I thought, one day, you might be mine,
to play in joy and solitude.
When my mother passed, there was no way
to bring you to the South,
so you went to our oldest daughter’s house
and lived there for awhile,
Until one day, she gave you away, to another family,
their daughter wanted to learn to play,
and so, you went to them.
There was too much symbolism
to bring you here, even if we wanted,
the meaning of you took on other hues,
of shadows and of sorrow,
so once again, I now release
the pain of former years,
Detach myself from physical things,
thick with meaning and memory,
You travel on, away from me
to the home of a total stranger,
while I am left, as a little girl,
with memories that haunt, and linger.
cfblack, 2-7-14, revised 2-19-25

Siblings

March 23, 2024

Sometimes I imagine

my brother’s still alive,

he did not die of liver disease,

and he was never homeless,

I imagine him healthy, I imagine him, whole,

being the big brother he wanted to be.

I also imagine

the four of us, friends,

posing for a picture together,

laughing because, we never get it right,

one of us not smiling, or turning our head,

Boy, girl, girl, boy,

16 years from start to end,

We are all getting older now,

We don’t have much time, to lose.

It’s just the 3 of us now,

In the end, we all walk the path, we choose.

cfblack, 3-24-2024

My great-grandmothers

December 14, 2023

Giordan read a poem tonight about missing her great-grandmother putting her to bed. Interesting thought, writing a poem about my great-grandmother(s). I’m thinking of writing a poem for each one. I never met any of them. On my mother’s side, they are Dutch. My mother’s mother’s mother was Trijntje Van Shepen born in Annaparochie, Friesland, Netherlands. She married Martin Engbringhof in the Netherlands June 5, 1879 & was evidently about 5 months pregnant at the time because their first daughter, Fannie, was born Sept.27, 1879. Fannie, then, was oldest sister of my Grandma Cena, who was the 5th daughter & youngest child. I remember Great Aunt Fannie and have pictures of her. They immigrated to America in about 1882, went to Chicago, then down to the Lafayette, Indiana area, my hometown. In America they became: Trena and Martin Brink. The children were: Fannie, Flora, Martha, Clara, and Cena, my grandmother. There was a boy, Henry, born after Martha, who only lived a year. He is buried in the old Greenbush cemetery near No. 12th St. in Lafayette. I don’t know if there is a headstone.

My mother’s father’s mother was also Dutch, born in 1872 in Stiens, Friesland, Netherlands. Her name was Katherine Hanstra. She immigrated in 1889 to Chicago area, married Wopke (William) Plantinga May 3,1893. They had a son, my Grandpa George, 5 months later on Oct.15th. For the rest of his life, they refused to ever celebrate his birthday, because it was embarrassing to them. They also came south and settled in the Lafayette Indiana area, then proceeded to have 10 more children. My Grandpa helped raise and support them as a young adult, him being the oldest. He came home one day and found his mother, Katherine, crying because the kids had to start school & she didn’t have money to buy them shoes. My Grandpa George went out and bought them all shoes.

My father’s mother’s mother was Cora Belle Owens. She was born in Lawrence County Indiana in 1869, married Charles S. Reid Feb.27, 1889. They had a girl (Margaret), a boy (Noyes– interesting name), then a girl named Mary, my grandmother. After her came the boy, Walter, who also died as a baby of 7 months. (I posted his headstone in a post below.) After Charles died in 1917, she married another man 2 years later at age 55, but then herself passed 2 years later at age 57. She lived her entire life in Indiana.

My father’s father’s mother was Carrie E. Biby, born in Crawford County Indiana in 1860. She married at age 19 to a man 19 years older than herself, a man named JAMES AGNEW. (James had a father ALSO named James Agnew and this is the ancestry that stops with the older James. I’ve never found where he was born or who his parents were.) — The younger James, my great-grandfather, and Carrie Biby lived their lives in New Albany, Indiana. Carrie was James’ SECOND marriage, as his first wife died very young. James and Carrie had 4 sons, William, James G., Frederick, and Alfred, but James G.— again— lived only 6 months. His name was James Garfield Agnew & there is no headstone. AFTER Alfred, though, came a set of twins, a girl and a boy: Gertrude, and John Wesley, my grandfather. Now it gets interesting: James Agnew my GGrandfather died from a fall off a ladder while painting a house with one of his sons. CARRIE, then, lives 10 more years, BUT, dies in 1916 in an insane asylum, a famous one in Indiana, in Madison County. I feel bad that she died there.

Of these 4 great-grandmothers, 2 were Dutch; Cora Belle Owens’ ancestry leads to Wales, and Carrie’s to England. 

what my kids will say about me when I’m gone

November 8, 2023

(I was inspired to write this poem after hearing a similar one tonight.)

She didn’t want to sky dive,

She burned cookies,

She was a good mom,

She had a good heart,

She believed in prayer and prayed for us,

She always tried to tell me what to do.

She had 1000 pictures on her phone!

She saved pennies in a jar!

She was always getting rid of stuff,

When we left home, she sold our stuff!

She loved being a grandma

and being with us,

She loved the Blues,

She loved all of us,

She loved to dance,

She loved South Carolina,

She loved Charleston

and walking the beach,

She struggled with depression

and ADHD,

She loved Purdue sports,

She loved time alone.

She wanted to do better,

She couldn’t tell a joke,

She worked her tail off

to pay off debt,

She could have been better at making friends,

at being humble,

or making amends,

She never taught us how to cook,

She taught us all to love a book,

She struggled with how to use her time,

She loved lemon more than lime,

She wanted to find her ancestors,

She could really get on my nerves,

She stayed with us as long as she could,

but then flew on to other worlds!

Family history: Bybee family

August 25, 2023

Carrie Bybee married James Agnew of New Albany Indiana, my GGrandfather. They were parents of my grandfather John Wesley Agnew who worked for Monon Railroad. Anyway, going the other way, for a long time I never had anything showing up for the Bybees. It is now open all the way back to a 9th Great-grandfather, William Bibby who was born in 1598 in Stalmine, Lancashire, England (and died in Virginia in 1637. Lancashire England is way up in the NW part of England, going towards Scotland. The Bybees go from VA to KY eventually, & then to southern Indiana.

William Bibby

Edmund Bybee

John A. Bybee

John Buford Bybee

Allen Bybee Sr.

Allen Bybee Jr.

William R. Bybee

— his daughter, Carrie, my great-grandmother who married John Wesley Agnew, my dad’s dad.

Family

February 1, 2023

My thoughts are on family,

On challenges,

tests and trials,

Job interviews,

Baby’s first steps,

Star Trek nights,

Doctor Who?

what is next.

Watching old movies

Over again,

Dinners together

Hanging out,

Taking dogs for a walk in the yard,

Doing dishes

Laughing hard,

Making time to be together,

Saying prayers for one another,

Looking back at decades gone,

Looking forward, life goes on,

The older and the new

Rainy days and the moon,

Precious time is never lost,

the gains are worth whatever cost.

cfblack 1-31-2023

at age 67…

August 19, 2020

Today is my birthday.

This is not a poem.
On my birthday at age 67, I will say,
I don’t feel 67,
but I don’t feel 27 either.
I have lived in Indiana, Michigan, Pennsylvania,
and South Carolina. Of those, 3 are BIG TEN states, so,
I will always be a BOILERMAKER!
but I love South Carolina.
I love the ruralness, the big tall pines, the lushness of green and draping moss, the warmth, the sunshine, the beach, the waterfalls, and the fragrance of the south. There is a sweetness always in the air, a fragrance from the ever-present flowers and year-round blooms.
I have lived in 4 states,
20 different houses or apartments (and actually more if you count living in different apts. in the same building),
had 4 kids,
now 7 grandkids,
pets I wont’ even count but none right now,
I’ve been a Presbyterian, a Methodist, and a Baha’i,
held various jobs including hat check girl at a skating rink,
waitress, CVS clerk, Library clerk for 15 years,
stay-at-home mom for 11 years,
got my Bachelors at age 44, Masters at 47 and PhD at age 55,
now have a title, Assoc. Professor of sociology and criminal justice, which means nothing in the long run and it doesn’t necessarily make you SMART. That comes with a critical mind and wisdom.
Dyed my hair brown, red, and blonde, now a natural white.
Started out privileged, at one point became poor, now somewhere in between,
Lived through Civil Rights era, murder of Kennedy, Martin Luther King, Kennedy again, Hippie movement, Student protests against Vietnam, Feminist movement, We are the 99% and Black Lives Matter movement still continuing, Covid-19 to date.
It is discouraging to me we are not farther along, that we still resist the simple truth there is one human race we are all a part of,
that women still suffer from lack of education, lack of advancement, that we still wreck the earth with our disrespect of nature, that we now have a plastic island in the middle of the ocean, that people still go hungry every day…
I have lost my grandparents, mother, father, a brother, uncles, aunt, cousin, brother-in-law, mother-and-father-in-law. As long as my brain and body continue, I will continue to work to leave this place a little bit better for my being here, for the Glory of God and the love of life. That is my hope.
      cfblack 08-19-2020