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

AL’s Indian GGGrandmother

August 18, 2020

From family stories, we believe it is very likely my husband’s GGGrandmother was Native American, or Indian. (Many Native peoples call themselves Indian). Her name was Julia Kenern. She had a first marriage because she had other children when she married AL’s GGGrandfather, Tom Haniford (Hannaford, Hanaford). He spelled it Hannaford. The confusing thing is, Tom’s first wife was ALSO named Julia but her name was Julia Corkery.

Julia Kenern and Tom Hannaford married on 8 Nov. 1869, in Warren County, Indiana. They then took up residence in Fountain County, Indiana. They both had children from first marriages in the household but had ONE daughter of their own, Johanna. Johanna was born 2 Jan. 1876. BOTH Thomas AND Julia Kenern Hannaford were dead within a year or two of her birth. I have NEVER managed to find death records or burial sites for either of them. Johanna was herself taken in by older half-siblings. We find her in a school picture when she was around age 14. Most of the 1890 census was lost in a fire. Johanna married John Morgan in 1897.

The story of Julia Kenern being Native is that there was a picture of them on their wedding day, or at least of her on her wedding day & she had a beautiful buckskin dress on. Aunt Lucille told us she saw the picture and HAD the picture, but made the unfortunate decision to leave it with JULIA (daughter of Johanna), Lucille’s mother. Julia Black tore the picture up and said, “Nobody needs to see that.” We have never found another COPY! FRUSTRATING.

Judging from where they married and where they lived, if she were Native, she probably was MIAMI. Here is a website that talks about the Miami tribe location: http://www.newsbug.info/wcinews/indian-reservations-in-warren-county/article_39506612-6343-11e7-92cc-b34f30849806.html

AL has a few DNA relatives that now show up on Ancestry which gave us the exact birth & death dates for Thomas Hannaford. I have messages out to them asking them where they found the dates.

Thomas named his first son Timothy. On ancestry, Tom Hannaford’s father’s name in Cork Ireland, was Timothy Honiford. (another spelling of last name)

 

Covid Isolation

August 13, 2020
I wake up early
From a bad dream,
Lie in bed
While he makes the coffee,
Await the aroma
Of a fresh brew,
Give him a minute
To be alone.
Covid isolation
Two people together
In each other’s shadows
On each other’s toes,
1000 square feet of company
Everywhere we turn.
                   cfblack 08-13-2020

Cena Brink

August 11, 2020

Cena Brink, my grandmother, was born somewhere within the Wea Plains, Tippecanoe County. She always said she was from “the Shadeland area”. Her family evidently lived on a farm somewhere in this area. There are 2 small towns of West Point and Shadeland. She attended West Point, Indiana schools.

The Wea Plains has a historical marker and is one of the few sites left that show the Indiana plains. The Wea Indian tribe claims this area as their home. My Dutch ancestors would not have cared about their heritage or the value of this land to them. In their time period, they were given rights to settle this area and the Wea continue their struggle to be officially recognized as a tribe, by the U.S. government.

Cena was the 5th girl born to Martin and Trijntje Brink. (They had one boy, Henry, who did not live long.)

Cena loved school but had to quit at age 12 to do domestic work and assist her family’s income. This is what poor whites did in those days. She was very sad to quit school, and continued to recite the state capitals of all 50 states to us for the rest of her life.

— I write this because in doing some family history work today, it took some time to sort out her birthplace.

ethnicity

July 22, 2020

Different DNA test find this for me:

ANCESTRY:

78% England, Wales, NW Europe

13% Germanic Europe (i.e. the Dutch)

6% Norway, Iceland

3% Ireland, Scotland (BIG WHOOP).

FAMILY TREE DNA:

78% British Isles

15% Scandinavian (Norway, Sweden)

4% Southeastern Europe (Italy, Greece…)

<1% Ashkenazi Jew

23ANDME:

35% French & German (the Dutch are here)

30.6% British & Irish

  • areas where my ancestors probably lived in the past 200 years: London, Glasgow (northern Scotland), Donegal Ireland (up north near Larne, home of some Agnews who are Irish), a couple other areas of southern Ireland.

9.7% Scandinavian

.5% Southern Europe

.1% Italian

.1% West Asian & Northern African

 

I think I inherited the Agnew Norman DNA (Scandinavian) from way back. A lot of the relatives I’ve traced (Owens, Hunter, & others) from my dad’s side go back to Welsh or English, so that makes sense. Where our Agnew line falls, I still don’t know.

 

 

 

 

to James Agnew from Cincinnati

July 19, 2020
To my great-great-grandfather.
I will find you.
I will find you out,
And report whatever secret keeps you hidden from view.
I will find you and OUT you,
for all the world to see.
You can’t hide forever,
though you lied on the census,
told different stories, about who you were.
We will find you,
whether it is now or later,
the truth will come out,
it will be told.
Because truth has a way of wiggling itself
and causing an itch and a burn.
We will find you, because we deserve to know,
who you and your father were.
We are a part of you,
we carry your blood,
your story lies in our DNA.
And when we finally meet, I will tell you myself,
you should never have caused
so much unnecessary pain.
          cfblack, 07-19-2020

study circle haiku

July 17, 2020

This is for a group I am doing a study with right now. 🙂

 

With the world on fire,

we gain spiritual treasures

from the words of God.

 

give me strength

 

Sing us through the chaos

July 14, 2020

Sitting on my screened-in porch
A wasp tries to make it in
Over and over again.
I don’t blame him,
I also hear
the guns of Fort Jackson in the distance,
Shooting practice,
Preparing for war,
How do we prepare for peace?
The cicadas are oblivious,
Sing their song with rising crescendo,
Then fall away, then come again,
They sing us through the chaos,
Tell the anthurium to bloom.

cfblack     07-14-2020

anthruium

the Dutch

July 12, 2020

The Dutch are great. They kept birth records in the 1600s. They have very interesting names. 🙂

So my grandmother Cena was the 5th daughter and 5th child born to Martin and Trena Brink. Except Trena’s name was actually Trijntje in Holland, the homeland.

Trena’s parents were Henry and Flora Van Shepen. Except their real names were Hendrik Van Shepen (1822-1915) and Froukje Koov (1820-1902). (Some report it as Kooy). I remember my grandparents (Cena and George) making the “v” sound so I use Koov.

Just discovered Hendrik’s parents were:

Feike Hendriks Van Shepen

Trijntje Peters Hak

so it appears that Hendrik and Froukje named their first daughter (and 3rd child) after Hendrik’s mother Trijntje…… which is impossible to pronounce as written. I hear it as “Traintjay”).   Trijntje Brink, my great-grandmother.

No race war

June 29, 2020

There will be no race war.
We will stand strong.
You will not pull us apart at the seams.

There will be no race war.
We are one people.
As a nation we will support unity.

There will be no race war.
My family is color,
And so is yours, if you look close enough.

There will be no race war.
Love is stronger than hate.
I will not fall into the abyss of name calling.

There will be no race war
when we stand together,
when we reject your crude and hateful stance.

We are a nation of immigrants,
a nation of colors,
each one a flower of humanity.

Don’t tell me I’m wrong,
my brother, my sister,
my father and mother, my neighbor, my friend.

Your insecurity betrays you,
Your insanity is evident,
There will be no race war
because we are one.

Shall I kill my brother?
Shall I hate my own sister?
There will be no race war
because we are one.

cfblack, 06-29-2020