Flanagan: A Virtual Tour Of The German Roman Catholic Orphan Home In Buffalo, New York

An old sketch of the GRCOH, that I came across a bout a decade ago on the web. I  failed to keep the source citation, but will gladly attribute (or remove, if contested) as soon as I find the source again.

I mentioned in a post last week about the break-through I had, as a novice genealogist back in 2002, when the 1930 US Census was released, which allowed me to strike gold identifying the Buffalo, New York  orphanage my grandfather Michael John Flanagan and his brothers lived in when the US Census was enumerated in April 1930.

That orphanage was the German Roman Catholic Orphan Asylum, also known as the German Roman Catholic Orphan Home. I’m piecing together its history, but thought I’d share a contemporary look back into its past in the meantime — particularly since I hear that the ruins were demolished last year.

These are a series of 2009 video produced by YouTube user DrEggm4n.
This is a 2008 video produced by Damian Tetkowski.
This is a 2007 video produced by Sean Galbraith.
This is a slideshow of exterior photos shot by fixBuffalo between June 10-22, 2005.
 These are interior photos shot by fixBuffalo on October 28, 2005.

Family Photos Friday: Grams On Horseback

Elsie Charlotte Hayes (1926-1992), Michigan, probably early 1940s.

I don’t do “Wordless Wednesdays”, particularly since I can’t ever remain “wordless” on those posts. So, I’ve picked “Family Photos Friday” to serve as my version to these quick easy posts that showcase snapshots from our family history.

The inaugural photo is one of my grandmother, Elsie Charlotte Hayes (1926-1992), on horseback. I don’t know the date, or the exact place. Best guess is early 1940s, somewhere near her home in Southfield Township, Michigan — before she moved out to California during the war.

Why did I pick this photo to kick off my Family Photos Friday? Because as a child, this was always one of my very favorite pictures of Grandma, since Grandma wasn’t exactly active. A lifetime of smoking, severe asthma, and an obsessive love of reading kept Grandma pretty sedentary.

I was shocked the first time I came across this photo and questioned my mom. Mom told me Grandma used to love to ride horses as a child and young adult, and that a family at a neighboring farm used to allow Grandma to exercise their horses whenever she wanted — it gave her a sense of freedom. I used to gaze at this photo every time I went through Mom’s albums.

Although I never got to see it for myself, Mom says Grandma was an excellent rider, even into older age. Mom kept us kids away from horses because she had a terrifying experience, when I was already a young child, during a horseback riding day trip with Grandma and my uncle (who still rides).  Mom, who did not ride, was given a beginner’s horse, but the horse spooked during the ride and took off with her on its back. My calm grandma kicked her horse into a sprint, went after Mom, pulled up alongside of her, and took the reigns of Mom’s horse to get it to stop. Mom never rode a horse again. And she never quit sharing how impressed she was by Grandma’s equestrian skills.

I would give anything to have Grandma still with us, and to enjoy a day of horseback riding with her.

Like Grandmother, Like Granddaughter.

Genealogical Inspirations: Busting Down A Brick Wall With The 1930 US Census

The 1930 U.S. Census. Enumeration District 15-173, Sheet No. 2A. Buffalo (Erie) New York. (Source: Ancestry.com)

This post is a part of a “Genealogical Inspirations” series I am writing — sharing my own early personal genealogy milestones — to commemorate the public release of the 1940 U.S. Census on April 2nd.

In my last post, I mentioned how my grandfather, Michael John Flangan, was orphaned at a very young age (never adopted), separated from his brothers, and spent much of his adult life trying to find answers about his family history. Grandpa died in 1997; I didn’t take up family research until 2001.

Because my grandfather knew so little about his family, he didn’t leave behind the documents and clues so many children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren benefit from when researching their family history. He also didn’t have a lot of pertinent family stories, names, and places verbally passed down to his children. And my grandmother – who kept the family records — passed away well before Grandpa. None of Michael’s kids knew where a copy of Michael’s birth certificate might be.

All my mother could tell me was that Grandpa was born in Buffalo, and that she thought his father was named John or Patrick (not an unusual first name among Flanagans…needle in a haystack). We knew he had an older brother named Patrick, because Uncle Pat moved out to the Los Angeles area later in life to be near his newly re-found brother Mike.

That was it.

That’s all I had to start with for research leads.

Do a search in any genealogy database for Michael Flanagan, Patrick Flanagan, or John Flanagan in Buffalo, New York, and you’ll see what I was up against.

I vividly remember when the 1930 U.S. Census came out back in April 2002, because I lived and breathed on Ancestry when they first published a digitized indexed version. I’d done the math and realized that the 1930 Census was the first one taken after Grandpa was born. I spent many nights digging through more needles in a haystack — far too many young Michael and Patrick Flanagans in the Buffalo area still. So then I started cross-referencing both Michael (Mike) and Patrick (Pat) in my searches, and reviewing ages for families that had sons with each name, because I knew that Grandpa and Uncle Pat couldn’t be more than maybe 5 or 6 years apart.

This approach definitely helped filter in on a smaller set of results. But, one very odd search result kept coming up near the top of the list every single time I tried it, and I kept dismissing it because the census entry for Michael and Patrick showed their relationship to the head of household as “Inmate”. Inmate? I’d never heard of Grandpa serving time in jail, especially as a child.  I noticed that every name on that particular census sheet was listed as an Inmate. And every single name entered was a minor.

Then it hit me.

Finally.

I remembered from my History studies that orphans, at this time, were frequently referred to as inmates. So, I scrolled to the top of that particular census sheet where it lists the Institution name (if applicable). And there it was — the German Roman Catholic Orphan Asylum. Every single enumerated individual on this sheet was a resident of an orphanage.

I scrolled back down to the entry for Michael Flanagan (line 34), 3 years and 10 months old. Right underneath was a Patrick Flanagan, 4 years and 9 months old. And when I looked more closely at the family grouping, I noticed three more youth males: Joseph (age 13), Leonard (age 12), and Harry (age 9).

More brothers?

Grandpa had THREE older brothers, in addition to Uncle Pat.

The 1930 US Census listing for Grandpa Mike and his brothers (click the image to view a larger version). Source: Ancestry.com.

I distinctly recall it being past 10:00pm (when Mom used to go to bed), but I called her anyways and woke her up — I knew how much this discovery would mean to her. She immediately started crying when I told her what I’d found — my decision to wake her up had been the right one. Mom, too, was surprised to hear about three more brothers. She said she was never really sure if Grandpa had siblings in addition to Uncle Pat, because Grandpa had so few memories of his early childhood.

While corresponding via email with my mom’s oldest sister a few years later, my aunt told me that she had been aware of the other boys’ names; but she wasn’t sure if they were all full brothers, half-brothers, or step-brothers.

One brick wall busted down.

The 1930 U.S. Census was the very first genealogical document that put me on the right path to tracking down Grandpa’s family history.  It gave me names and ages of my grandfather’s brothers, and it gave me the name and address of his orphanage. That was enough to inspire me to keep digging.

I eagerly and anxiously await the April 2nd release of the 1940 Census so that I can find out where all five boys were living in April 1940, because I do know now that they were no longer all together by that date. So, until the 1940 Census gets fully indexed, I’ll have to focus on the Enumeration Districts for Buffalo, and for the nearby farm town in which my grandfather’s foster family lived.

Genealogical Inspirations: St. Patrick’s Day And Michael John Flanagan

My grandparents (on the left), in Little John’s, the bar they owned in Pico Rivera, California, 1970s. Grandpa lived for St. Paddy’s Day every year. And I still miss my Grandpa and Grandma every day.

For my entire life, I have associated St. Paddy’s Day with my grandfather, Michael John Flanagan. The surname “Flanagan” ought to clue you into this association.

Every St. Paddy’s Day, during my childhood, I remember Grandpa dressing up as a leprechaun, green tights and all. He had no problem walking out in public in his leprechaun attire — Grandpa relished the shock factor. The tradition started when he owned a a bar, but Gramps kept up the gig long after he left the bar business — I’m pretty sure just to annoy Grandma. While Grandma didn’t mind Grandpa donning Irish attire for the bar, she wasn’t as amused as his kids and grandkids were when he kept the gig up for the long-term (Grandpa had no shame, and loved to embarrass his loved ones).

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Gramps (left) and one of his Little John’s employees making corned beef and cabbage.

I remember going to the grocery store with them as a child on St. Paddy’s Day, with Grandpa in regular clothes (Grandma insisted). Grams and I went into the store, leaving Grandpa in the car. Big mistake. While the two of us were shopping, Grandpa stripped off his street clothes in the car (apparently, he had his leprechaun costume on under his street clothes), walked into the store, and snuck up behind me and Grandma, dressed as a leprechaun. Everyone in the store, including me, got a really good laugh — Grandma didn’t find it quite so funny.

Grandpa lived and breathed anything Irish, and I’m pretty sure that St. Paddy’s day trumped even Thanksgiving and Christmas as his favorite holiday. You see, Grandpa was orphaned at a very young age, was split up from his siblings, grew up poor, and spent his entire adult life making up for this lack of family. He didn’t know much about his parents — just that they were Irish. So Grandpa clung fiercely to that heritage with pride.

One of the only real regrets in my life is that I did not take an interest in genealogy while Grandpa was still alive. How ironic that Michael John Flanagan would have a granddaughter who could help answer some of the questions that plagued his life, but not until after his death. Each time I find a clue in my grandpa’s past, I wish that I had taken the time while he was still alive to interview him and help him find his answers.

This regret is part of what drives me to research and piece together the pieces of my family history. I wasn’t able to help Grandpa, but I can still help his children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren discover their Flanagan ancestry.

Genealogical Inspirations: The Professor Who Taught Me That Family History IS Real History

Dr. Wendy Elliott-Scheinberg
Dr. Wendy Elliott-Scheinberg (bottom row, far left) with her students — current recipients of the national award for the best student journal in history (25th year in a row!). Photo courtesy of California State University, Fullerton.

One of the big time major milestones that genealogists who research U.S. ancestors look forward to each decade is the public release of another U.S. Census. I, like every other such genealogist, have been eagerly awaiting the upcoming April 2nd release of the 1940 U.S. Census — less than one month away now!

To commemorate this significant event, I thought I’d share some of my own early personal genealogy milestones over these next 22 days.

My first genealogy milestone? Embarking on the genealogical journey, of course.

I was a history major in college and am still active in researching and promoting local history. But, in my undergraduate years, I didn’t consider things like family history and local history to be “real” history. To me, history had to be something that impacted state, regional, national or international events. Then I took my first class with Dr. Wendy Elliott-Scheinberg, PhD, a history professor at Cal State Fullerton — where I completed my B.A. in 2001, and where I now work as a librarian at the Pollak Library.

Dr. Elliott-Scheinberg (“Wendy” to her students, at her own request) encouraged me to focus on community history — you know, the stuff that happened in my own Orange County, California backyard — for some of my assignments, which spawned my still active passion for local history. It was through these conversations and coursework that I started learning more about the wealth of records waiting to be investigated at the city and county level and in public library local history rooms. And I can still remember a specific conversation in which Wendy mentioned to me that I was fortunate — as a history student — to have a particularly significant source of historical records just a few miles from my own home…the Pacific Region of the National Archives and Records Administration (NARA). I immediately ventured down to NARA on one of their then Tuesdays night extended research hours. I felt like a kid in a candy store!

It was through one of these conversations that I found out Wendy is a genealogist, and during which she started teaching me that family history IS real history. She made me realize that genealogy utilizes the same records, the same investigative research skills, and the same critical thinking and analytical skills as the more traditional scholarly-sanctioned types of history.

It wasn’t until a couple years later, when I mentioned Wendy’s name to a few members of my local genealogical society, that I found out Wendy is an internationally known genealogical instructor and presenter, and a former president of the Federation of Genealogical Societies. In typical Wendy fashion, she never touted her own professional status with her students. Today, I am happy to call Wendy my colleague and friend.

But, I am even more grateful to have studied under her, because it was through her tutelage that I first started venturing into the world of genealogy.

International Holocaust Remembrance Day: Lt. Col. William Wallace Greene, MD

Lt. Col. William Wallace Greene, MD, 1945.
Lt. Col. William Wallace Greene, MD, 1945.

I didn’t realize, until Friday, that January 27th (the anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz-Birkenau) is designated by the United Nations as International Holocaust Remembrance Day.  So, this is my belated genealogical contribution to that day of remembrance.

While I don’t believe that any of our own families were victims of the Holocaust, my husband’s family has a very real, and very touching connection to that tragic event.  His grandfather, Lt. Col. William Wallace “Wally” Greene, MD (1908-2003 ), was an Army surgeon during World War II (part of the 59th Evac, attached to the VII Army Corps), and he was part of the medical corps left behind at the camps, after they were liberated, to treat the camp victims.  Lt. Col. William Wallace Greene treated surviving prisoners at the Dachau concentration camp, in German, in 1945.

I never met my husband’s grandfather (Grandfather Greene), he died before we started dating. But, my husband has shared with me how the memories of the horrors seen in Dachau stayed with Grandfather Greene the rest of his life. Jeff tells me stories about how upset his grandfather would become at people who question whether the Holocaust actually happened, or if it was as bad as people make it out to be. Because Lt. Col. William Wallace Greene was an eyewitness to the aftermath of the brutality of the Holocaust.  I think if Grandfather Greene was alive today, and I asked, he would tell me that the Holocaust was even worse than what historians, survivors and the media make it out to be.

These two pictures were taken by a U.S. Army photographer, who was attached to the 59th Evac, and knew my husband’s grandfather. The photographer provided my husband’s aunt with a bunch of photos chronicling the 59th Evac’s movements between 1942 and 1945, which my husband’s aunt made into a book for my husband.  I selected a couple of the more tame photos; many of those from Dachau are too graphic for me to feel comfortable posting.

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Dachau concentration camp, 1945. U.S. Army photo, family album.
Liberation feast, Dachau concentration camp
Liberation feast, Dachau concentration camp, 1945. U.S. Army photo, family album.

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Anniversaries: Maria Aurelia Compean Born 154 Years Ago Today

Maria Aurelia Compean (1858-1963)

One-hundred fifty-four years ago today, on January 1, 1858, my great-great-grandmother Maria Aurelia Compean was reputedly born (I don’t yet have an actual birth record for her).  Maria, who went by her middle name Aurelia, is better known to her grandchildren and great-grandchildren as “Little Grandma”.

Biographical Snapshot

Maria Aurelia Compean was born January 1, 1858, in the municipality of Armadillo de los Infante, located in the state of San Luis Potosi, Mexico. The village in which she was born is referenced as Tomascal in my records, but is also spelled Temascal and Temazcal in other sources. Her parents were Santiago Compean and Eutimia Sanches, who were married on September 14, 1859 in the same town — meaning that 1) Aurelia was born out of wedlock, or 2) that our family records list an incorrect birth date for her or wedding date for her parents.  Since the only sources of birth I have for Maria Aurelia Compean are the 1920 US Census and death-related records (California Death Index, a phone interview with her mortuary, and her 1963 obituary), I do not put a whole lot of faith in the birth date I have for her. As of yet, I have been unable to locate an actual birth record for Maria Aurelia Compean — just the Mexico Catholic Church Parish Records for her baptism and possible marriage.

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This family photo of Maria Aurelia (far right) with (R-L) her daughter, granddaughter and great-granddaughter illustrates why she was affectionately called “Little Grandma”. The daughter standing next to her, my great-grandmother, wasn’t much taller than my 5’1″ tall frame.

I am not certain of the name of Maria Aurelia Compean’s husband.  Family records indicate his name was Rafael Nieto, but Mexican Catholic Parish records show a possible marriage to Jose Refugio Nieto on October 18, 1883 in Villa De Hidalgo, San Luis Potosi, Mexico. A distant cousin that connected with me about five years ago, who still has living family members in Tomascal that remember Aurelia, says that her living relations in that village indicate there was some sort of local scandal involving Aurelia’s husband or husbands. Family members and my research indicate that Maria Aurelia’s final husband died in Mexico.  Surviving family members say that Maria Aurelia told them she came from a wealthy ranching family, that she gave birth to 21 children (including my great-grandmother Maria Nieto Robledo), and that she was able to care for this many children with the help of their many servants.

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What Maria Aurelia Compean Nieto’s hometown of Armadillo de los Infante looked like in 1909.
I’ve had this photo for years, and forgot to make note of the original source, so I apologize for the lack of attribution.  I will take the photo down of sharing is contested.
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A more contemporary look at Armadillo de los Infante.
Photo copyright Flickr user Armadillo de los Infante S.L.P.


Both the 1920 US Census and Aurelia’s obituary indicate that Maria Aurelia Compean Nieto  immigrated to the United States in 1919; family members say as a result of the Mexican Revolution (I have not yet located a border crossing or naturalization record for her). US Censuses and family members confirm that she first settled in Long Beach, California.  Her obituary and family members confirm that she later lived in Glendale and Norwalk, both in Los Angeles County, California.

Maria Aurelia Compean is thought to have lived to 105 years of age.

Research Roadblocks

  • Missing any type of actual birth record.
  • Missing the names of all 21 children.
  • Missing her date of immigration in to the US.

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