For the 52 Ancestors challenge, I chose this photo of my mother, Gail Lee McGhee, with her family. Although this one is cropped so part of the words are missing, I know the label said, “Ruth, Clarence, Melba and Gail – J.W. Teter lease. 1928.”
Photos showing a family and their home tell us so much about their lives at that point in time. My mother was born in 1924, so she is just 4 years old here. She’s wearing a short smock with bloomers and long stockings which are probably made of wool. Little girls didn’t wear shorts in those days. Her shoes are a T-strap style. Her mother has a low-heeled shoe in a style I’d call ghillie.
The house was called a lease house as the oil companies provided this housing for their workers on the oil leases. Clarence worked for Phillip’s Petroleum Company all through the Great Depression plus the 1940s and 1950s.
Her memoir won the Kansas History Book Award in 2010 given by the Kansas Authors Club. Since her death, the award is now named in her honor, The Martin Kansas History Book Award funded by a memorial fund.
The theme this week for the 52 Ancestors Challenge is “I’d like to meet…” The person I’d like to meet is an unidentified person in our family photo collection. Who is this mystery child? If I stood face-to-face with the little girl, I’d say, “Hi, what’s your name?” Hopefully, she would reply with “I am ______.” Then, I could quit worrying about this photo.
I’m guessing the photo is from the turn of the century or maybe as late as 1910. The little girl is blonde or maybe a strawberry blonde. She wears long white stockings and a short white dress with lace or ruffles on the end of the sleeves. Her shoes are high-button or sort of like spats.
I found an illustration of lady’s shoes from 1918 that includes a two-tone lace-up style. Maybe little girls wore this style (without the high heel).
The porch is in need of repairs as the wood looks broken and worn and even the posts look a bit decrepit. There appears to be some rubble in the yard behind her and some clothes on a clothesline. Beyond that is a long shed or barn.
I tried comparing the porch and outbuildings with a known Vining family home (below). It is not a match.
Flying with the Photo Reconnaissance Squadrons during World War II, Ralph Martin, a farm kid from Greenwood County, Kansas felt like he was mapping the whole world. Leaving the farm and home in 1941, Ralph went to Wichita to work at Boeing to do his part to help win the war. But after working in a sheet metal department for a little over a year, he decided he would rather fly the planes than cut sheet metal to make them. Even though he had advanced to crew chief in charge of a 16-woman workforce.
In October of 1942, this Kansas Jayhawker went to Fort Riley and enlisted in the Army Air Corps. During the flight training that followed Ralph saw a great deal of his own country. Ralph’s hometown weekly newspaper, The Madison News, literally became a bulletin board of information on the men and women in the services for their country, from the northern half of Greenwood County.
The newspaper published the change of address, as the trainees were sent from one area to another. This kept letters flowing from the close-knit farming community and helped improve the morale of the homesick farm kids. The newspaper bulletins made it possible to keep in touch with other friends and classmates in service and scattered all over the world. The paper printed those names registering for the draft, new inductees, those that were killed or missing in action and even complete letters from the service men and women were printed.
Ralph started his basic training January 29, 1943, in Jefferson Barracks, Jefferson, Missouri. There he discovered life in the service was not as he had envisioned when he decided to learn to fly. Ralph related, “Missouri’s winter weather that year was COLD and I had to live in a coal-heated tent with eight other fellows for the next three months. It was a good thing I grew up in a big family. January and February were so cold the water in the bucket would freeze overnight. When standing guard duty we were issued ‘broom handles’ instead of guns. I don’t think we shot a single suspicious person.” Ralph can laugh about it now but it wasn’t laughable 60 years ago.
This experience was followed by a couple of months back-to-school with study in the classroom and flight instruction in a piper cub airplane at the Hershey Barracks at the Iowa Wesleyan College in Mt. Pleasant, Iowa. In July of 1943, he was dispatched to Santa Anna, California for a little more advanced training. In August he was sent to the Mira Loma flight academy in Oxnard, California for primary flight training in a Boeing Stearman bi-wing trainer.
The next three month, including Christmas, was spent in Tucson, Arizona at the Marana Air Force Base, learning advanced flying on a T-6 Texas trainer. Early in 1944, the want-to-be pilot was sent to Williams Field in Chandler, Arizona, which had an enormous year-round swimming pool that made up a little for having to spend his first Christmas away from home. It was certainly different from the snowy Christmas that Ralph was used to back home. Here Ralph’s training included eight hours of flying the AT-9s and ten hours flying the ‘bullet fast’ P-38s. Finally, he was flying the planes of his dreams.
On the ground, Ralph mastered the Commando Training course with the slogans “ Toughening Up Over There” and “Rough’Em Up Over There” giving him the determination to follow through. At the end of his training March 12, 1944, he graduated with the Silver Wings of a 2nd Lieutenant. After completion of that phase of training, Lt. Martin volunteered for Photo Reconnaissance duty, to be sure of flying his treasured P-38s. This even stationed him closer to home at Will Rogers’ Field near Oklahoma City allowing him to at least fly over the old home place in Kansas.
Sightseeing around the United States came to an end in mid-1944 as he finished his training. The Air Force flew Ralph from Atlanta, Georgia on July 4, stopping briefly in Florida, then flying through South America, Africa, and India to Kumming, China. There they joined the 21st Photo Reconnaissance, which was a part of General Chenault’s 14th Air force or The Flying Tigers as they were called. This way of seeing the world was different than the camping, service style, back in the Good Old USA.
During his time in China, this Kansas Jayhawker flew over what looked like the entire world taking aerial photographs as far west as Mandalay in Burma; north to Mukden near the Russian border. In between were strange-sounding names like Nanking, Canton, Amoy, Formosa, Hengyang, Wenchow, and Changsha soon became familiar spots on the pilot’s map. These flights were just a one-man crew flying a P-38 with a camera mounted on the nose and one on each wing tip that took pictures from horizon to horizon. Lt. Martin was one of six American pilots to receive The Chinese Pilot’s Wings from Colonel Tiger Wong, chief of the Chinese Air Force for photo coverage for China.
During 1944 and 1945 this flying Kansan proudly called his P-38 the JAYHAWK and had one painted on the nose of his plane. He explained, “The Jayhawk was the best known Kansas symbol in those days and I thought it would look good and it did. A local Chinese did the graphic of the Jayhawk as good as the original picture I received from home.”
It was on a mission in March 1945 that this Greenwood County farm boy was awarded “The Distinguished Flying Cross.” Lt. Martin flew the first American photo assignment over Nanjing, Shanghai, and Hangchow on the east coast of China. Neither the U.S. nor the Chinese had aerial maps of the country that far east. The Lieutenant flew by the tracings of an old escape and evasive map drawn on silk.
It was an eight-hour flight at the maximum altitude of 35,000 feet to be above the enemy planes. The Japanese could only fly 28,000 feet high and the American photo reconnaissance planes were not equipped with guns. In the non-pressurized P-38 the pilot experienced extremely cold temperature at that altitude. Ralph had plenty of time to wish he was back in Missouri training with just buckets of water that froze overnight.
Lt. Martin’s tour of duty came to an end when the ‘BOMB’ was dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. At that time Ralph was on a ship in the harbor at Colombo, Ceylon, headed for home, his tour of service was over. When he docked on the east coast near Boston, he knew he never wanted to set foot on another ship, if he couldn’t fly he would stay on the ground. Ralph’s only regret in heading home was leaving the Jayhawk behind.
The adventures of Ralph Martin can be traced along with many other Greenwood County service men and women in three bulging scrapbooks in the Greenwood County Museum in Eureka, Kansas. The scrapbooks were compiled by Ralph’s mother, Cora, from the items she clipped each week from the Madison News.
(This was a cover story published in Kanhistique, April 1996 and a revised version in The Wichita Eagle Friday, November 10, 2000, in a special edition titled, DUTY, HONOR, COUNTRY.)
The photo of my father, Clyde Martin, as a baby has always made me smile. Sitting on his grandfather’s lap, he’s sucking his thumb and frowning. His older sisters are in the picture too but unfortunately, some of the children are cut off at the bottom. The grandparents are Alfred and Marie Kennedy Joy.
I found a companion photo just today. The grandparents aren’t in this newly discovered picture, but there’s Baby Clyde with the same children in the same clothing, sitting on the steps of the same porch. Even the dog made it into this photo.
The expressions on their faces are a great improvement over the previous picture. Since there were only 4 older sisters, I’m guessing that some of the children are their cousins.
There are no names on the photo, but the children (in descending age) would be Dorothy, Helen, Vivian, Zella, Ralph, and Clyde. Howard and Charles were born later. The little girl in the ruffled shirt looks very much like Clyde’s daughter, Karen, but obviously is not unless there was some kind of time warp.
Below, you see the grown-up Clyde Martin in 1955 and Karen in the sailor dress. Notice that her sister Cindy has a similar haircut with bangs as the children in the 1920s.
Here’s another picture posted on Ancestry by a 2nd cousin and nicely labeled with names. This gives us the identity of two of the girls and they are first cousins of Clyde Martin and his siblings. That means the girl in plaid, and the three dark-haired girls in the first picture would be the Martin sisters.
Searching further in my disorganized digital collection of family photos, I found Lorenzo and Cora Martin with their six children. Many thanks to my ancestors for photographing everyone on this occasion in 1925.
I’m glad to finally match all of these up.
Week 2 of the 52 Ancestors Challenge – Topic: Favorite Find
Postscript: Here’s a photo of the Martin children from several years earlier when Ralph was the baby. I’m guessing the date at 1923 as Ralph was born in May 1922. It’s fun to see the same children at an earlier age.
Dorothy and Helen (arms in the air) are in the back. In front is baby Ralph, the youngest girl is Helen, and then Vivian on the right.
It’s great fun searching out the tidbits in vintage newspapers about our ancestors. Probably it’s more appealing to me as a retired librarian than to the average person. Of course, it’s a lot easier searching for news with my Newspapers.com online subscription using keywords. In my mother’s day, she had to visit libraries and struggle with the microfilm reader. The newspapers were not indexed then, so she would have to scan page after page looking for the family names.
This 1946 Thanksgiving is at the home of my grand-uncle, Harry Joy. I found it interesting to see roast goose, pheasant, and chicken on the menu, but no turkey. It doesn’t give his wife’s name, but it is Mildred, also called Millie.
The guests included their daughter, Harriet, who was married to Theoren Miller. The Joys younger daughter, Orvetta was there also with her husband, Morris Yeager. I’ve no idea about the Morrison and Vaught families and how they connect.
This 1959 Thanksgiving brings my grandparents, Charles Lorenzo and Cora, from Emporia to El Dorado for the holiday meal. Again, it is without turkey. Maybe Dad had been hunting while laid off work, but I don’t remember eating duck, quail, and prairie chicken. I would have been about 9-years-old. How many quail and prairie chickens would it take to feed six children and four adults?
Usually, the company handed out turkeys to the oilfield workers at Thanksgiving. Sometimes they just gave them a bottle of whiskey which probably was a big hit with the young single men, but was a big disappointment to those with family to feed.
Here are some more family stories about Thanksgiving:
Here’s a photo that I wish I knew more about. What I do know is that the solemn couple is Ed and Bessie Bolte. Bessie is my grandmother’s sister, so one of the Vining siblings. The hairstyle and dress make me think this is from the 1920s. Probably it is in Teterville, Kansas, an oil boomtown where my Vining, McGhee, and Bolte relatives gathered during that era.
Men’s clothing don’t seem to change enough to help with dating photos, but Bessie’s short, crimped hairstyle and short dress help me set this in the 1920s.
I’ve delved into Bessie’s life a few times. You can read more about her in these.
In participating in the Sepia Saturday picture challenge, I rummaged about hunting a photo of soldiers. I’d already shared this one of my mother’s cousin. You can read more about Ralph Vining’s fascinating life here.
It was a good match for the photo prompt that showed a moment of light-hearted camaraderie among soldiers. I’m guessing the Sepia Saturday picture features British soldiers, while my family photo shows American troops. Still, they are both probably from the same era, World War II.
Sadly, many families have a stash of unlabeled ancestor photos. They end up wondering, “who are these people?” Sadder still, some end up tossing them out when they get discouraged over identifying the mystery photos.
The ones I’m sharing here today are women’s photos sent to me by my distant DNA cousin. Our connection is through the Ellison/Martin/Skaggs lines but these ladies could be sister-in-laws or daughter-in-laws with different surnames. I’m hoping that by sharing these here and mentioning the locations for the mystery photos that someone will recognize them.
My connection to those surnames is a 2nd great-aunt, Upha Martin whose mother was Sarah Ann Ellison. Upha, also called Effie, married Henry Talbot Skaggs.
The photos show 3 women with dark hair and a long, straight noses. The photos are from different locations. The older woman is in Abingdon, Illinois. The middle-aged woman is in Eureka, Kansas. The youngest dark-haired woman poses with a man (possibly a brother), and another young woman who is blonde. There is no location given for that one.
It doesn’t seem that these are all the same woman. The westward progression of the family was from Abingdon, Illinois to the Emporia, Kansas area and later in Oregon. It would be more likely if the younger woman was in Abingdon and the subject grew older as the family progressed west.
The eyebrows on the first woman are not a good match for the second, younger woman. Possibly, they are mother/daughter or aunt/niece or in some way related.
I did a reverse image search using Tineye but found nothing on the Internet that matched any of the three photos. I’ll leave them here and hope for some revelation in the future. For now, they are unknown, but I know they deserve a place somewhere on our family tree.
A newspaper advertisement in the 1921 Kansas City Star reminded me of my grandmother and a dress she had. It was the time when hemlines were on their way up and it was acceptable to show a little of the ankle. Women were no longer constrained by the bustle or hoopskirt of earlier generations.
The picture of Ruth Vining in her plaid dress with a white collar dates to 1918 or 1919 as it was sent in a letter to Ruth Vining’s brother Albert in France. Apparently, gingham and wide collars were the style for several years. In that era, many women of modest means had only a few dresses.
The price in the advertisement seems quite affordable, but Ruth would have depended on her husband’s earnings as a soldier in the U.S. Army. She might have earned a little from taking care of the chickens and selling the eggs to the local store. Since she married right before her husband, Clarence Oliver McGhee, went off to France, I’ve always presumed that she lived with her mother while he was overseas.
The dress appears to be in soft colors and I always imagined the plaid to be soft pinks, yellows, and greens. At this time, there’s no way to know the actual color of the dress. Even her hairstyle looks similar to the sketch in the ad, with the puff of hair on the forehead. About this time, women were starting to have their hair bobbed. Ruth lived in a small Kansas town named Tyro, so I don’t know if she was that progressive or if her hair was long and twisted up in a bun at the back.
Lois Adelaide Joy was the third daughter born to George Washington Joy and Dacy Richards. Lois’ younger brother, Alfred Joy was my great-grandfather. She was born September 25, 1867 in Vinland in the eastern part of the new state of Kansas.
Her older sister, Mary Frances Joy, died when Lois was just one. More sisters were added to the family and some boys too. The family moved to nearby Eudora when Lois was three. When Lois was eight, her mother died after giving birth to another baby girl, Ella Susan Joy. Lois left school after the 8th grade (according to the 1940 census).
Three years after the death of her mother, her father remarried and so a new baby came along two years later. That completed the family. Since Lois was 13-years-old by then, she probably helped take care of her little half-brother, Stephen Garfield Joy.
At 18, Lois married William Leslie whose nickname was Willie. He was 8 years older than Lois. I don’t know if the photo below is from their wedding or later on in life.
Lois and William Leslie’s Children
Lloyd Rodger LESLIE
Vernon Dee LESLIE
Vera Justina LESLIE (called Tina)
Alfred Willie LESLIE
Alonzo LESLIE (called Lon)
James Arthur LESLIE
There were some sad times in their lives. Bessie only lived 3 months and Dolly died at birth and the last baby (George) died at the age of 5 months.
The picture below shows their first four children. You can read more about this picture in an earlier blog post. Tina, the girl standing in the photo, died suddenly at age 14. The oldest boy lost a finger in an industrial accident at age 17. In WWI, their oldest son, Lloyd Rodger Leslie, served in an Ambulance Company in France. What a worry that must have been.
The 1925 Kansas census gives a glimpse into Willie and Lois’ later life. They were living in the Kansas City area and 65-year-old Willie lists his profession as grocer. Their 19-year-old son, James, is living with them and lists his work as railroad coach cleaner. William Leslie died on Christmas Day that same year, leaving Lois a widow at age 58.