I finally got the latest issue of Family Tree Magazine in the mail a couple of days ago.  For some reason, my friend Cherie got hers a few days before me!  Probably because her name is at the beginning of the alphabet and mine is at the end.  Or maybe because she lives in Texas.  Who knows.:)

It did arrive though.

And it was very cool to see my blog “in print”.

I had to post here to show my mom – since the magazine isn’t in stores yet.:)

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Reinhold Ambrosius Klarström was the eighth child of Carl Magnus Klarström and Christina Elisabeth Bennberg.

He was born April 4, 1882 in Älvkarleby, Uppsula, Sweden.

His family moved to Lenhovda in 1885, then on to Alem in 1889,

and finally to Gavle in 1890, where his father died that same year.  He would have been about 8 when he lost his father.

Many of his siblings immigrated to the US.  Maria left in 1883, when he was 1. Christina Josefina left in 1887, when he was 5. Olga in 1892, and Hjalmar and Robert in 1893 when he was 11 and Klara in 1898.  Even though he had 9 siblings, it looks like he didn’t grow up with many of them in the house.

He decided to follow in their footsteps and he immigrated in 1903.

Swedish parishes kept “moving out” records when someone left the parish.  Isn’t that wonderful?  Here is his moving out record from Gavle in 1903:

And here he is listed on the passenger lists.  He was headed to his sister’s in Boston – Christina Josefina Jensen, wife of Anton Jensen.

In 1908, he signed his Declaration of Intent to become a naturalized citizen.  His physical description said that he was 5’10 1/2″ tall and 165 lbs – with a light complexion, light brown hair, and blue eyes.

He married Jennie Lindberg in about 1909 (I’m not sure where).  She was born in Massachusetts, but her parents were both born in Sweden. Did he meet her while living in MA?

Their first son, Raymond William Klarstrom, was born on May 9, 1910.

In 1910, they were living on George Avenue in Waukegan, Lake, Illinois.  He was listed as a machinist in a mill.  I wonder what made them move to Illinois, when the majority of his sisters were living in the Boston area.  Did his wife’s parents move there?

He was naturalized on 7 Mar 1911.

In about 1913, a daughter, Alice was born.

He registered for the draft in September of 1918.  At the time, he was working as a toolmaker at Northern Brass Manufacturing Company.  As far as I know, he didn’t serve in the military.  In the 1930 census, he was not listed as a veteran.

He was still living in Waukegan in 1920. Somewhere along the way, it appears he Americanized his name from Reinhold to Raymond.

Another son, Richard E. Klarstrom, was born in 1921.

In 1930, they were still in Waukegan.  He was listed as a machinist and toolmaker at a rare metal factory.

Reinhold (Raymond) Ambrosius Klarstrom died on January 4, 1940 in Waukegan, Illinois.  His wife Jennie, lived until 1973.

I wonder if he kept in contact with his sisters.  Did they visit?  Did their children know each other?  Did my grandmother know her cousins? I wish that I was able to ask her.

 

 

 

 

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These are my husband’s great-grandparents, William Homer Weeks (1880-1954) and Florence Marion (Baker) Weeks (1875-1949).

Doesn’t she look so sweet?

  • Susan - April 20, 2011 - 11:52 am

    Lovely photo, and yes, she looks very sweet.ReplyCancel

  • Jo Graham - April 21, 2011 - 12:57 am

    “Sweet” is exactly what I though when I saw this photo :-)ReplyCancel

  • robbie gelder - September 12, 2011 - 2:02 am

    Is this the Florence Weeks who lived at Headley Park, Surrey, England in 1925?ReplyCancel

    • Jen - September 12, 2011 - 9:36 am

      I’m sorry, but this Florence Weeks never lived in England. I hope you find what you’re looking for!!!ReplyCancel

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I’m a seasoned Army wife and am getting very used to packing up and moving every couple of years. It doesn’t even faze me anymore.  I can sleep on a blow-up bed and eat slap-sandwiches for weeks.:)

The only thing that makes me nervous is packing up my genealogy stuff.  Documents.  Pictures.  Heirlooms.  Papers.

I absolutely hate seeing it put into boxes.  Boxes that I will not be personally carrying. I have this fear that I might never see them again.

What if a train derails or the crate gets flooded? Or some family in Hawaii gets my box of Civil War pensions???

I know I’m being a tad irrational.  Our household goods have been moved from San Antonio to Copperas Cove to Monterey to North Pole to Savannah.  I’m sure they’ll make it to El Paso too.  But you just never know….

I’ve been digitizing my stuff when I have time.  I have my own little “scanfests” occasionally on the weekends.

But I’m nowhere near being done.

And the scanner isn’t working right now.

And the movers will be at my house in exactly one week.

And I have a zillion other non-genealogy things to get done in that week.

{Panic attack sets in.}

I am really hoping that I can get my husband to get the scanner up and working in the next day or two.  Then maybe I could at least scan what I think is most important.  It would ease my mind a bit.

Part of me wants to hand carry a couple of boxes of stuff that hasn’t been digitized.  But then I have to tell myself that it will be much safer in a crate on a truck to Texas than it would be in my SUV – especially since I’ll be homeless and traveling for about 25 days before we get there.  I think the chances of someone stealing my vehicle are greater than something happening to it in the crate.

How do you deal with your genealogical data during a move??

P.S. Yes, I actually blogged about this one short year ago when we moved from North Pole, Alaska to Savannah, Georgia.  The posts are almost identical, because I’m having exactly the same fears. And yes, my stuff made it here okay.:)

 

  • Essa - April 21, 2011 - 10:34 am

    From one military spouse to another (and in the same GA gem city, too!), good luck with the move!

    We nearly always do partial DITYs, so the genealogical material traveled along with all the other irreplaceable documents.

    What I do for my other papers that I don’t want damaged is to load them myself into thick black garbage bags, knot them closed, and then pack them into apple boxes before the movers arrive. I then tape all corners of the box with strapping tape. I have yet to have a mover willing to undo those boxes just to repack them, so they just sign off on them as if they packed them, and they are still liable if they lose or damage them.ReplyCancel

  • Jen - April 21, 2011 - 7:14 pm

    What a great idea about putting them in bags.
    Wish we would have found each other sooner!!ReplyCancel

  • Michelle Goodrum - April 26, 2011 - 3:25 pm

    Great idea from ESSA.

    I feel your pain but some things are simply out of your control. I hope you can scan a few of the highest priority items. Perhaps photographing some of the artifacts would ease your mind as well.ReplyCancel

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Week 16. Restaurants. What was your favorite local restaurant as a child? Where was it located, and what was your favorite meal? Did you know the staff personally? What is your favorite restaurant now?

We really didn’t eat out much when I was a kid.  We didn’t have a lot of money and there were 4 of us kids.  Since I have 5 of my own now, I can understand how expensive it is to feed them all!

My grandparents would take us out every month or two though to the Chinese restaurant in town.  It always felt so special to eat out. I loved opening my fortune cookie at the end of the meal.

My best friend growing up was from one of those families that ate out all of the time.  Like almost every day or two.  And I practically lived at their house when I was in middle school.  We all lived about 20 minutes from the nearest town, but there was a small mom-and-pop restaurant called “That Place” that was nearby and I ate there with them pretty often.  It was mostly a burgers and sandwiches kind of place – or else big breakfasts in the morning.   Nothing out of the ordinary.

We don’t eat out too often now (because of the kids mostly).  We actually just went on a date last week – that doesn’t happen nearly often enough!!  We ate at Ruth’s Chris Steakhouse and the food was TO DIE FOR.  Seriously delicious.  The steak was so hot that it was still sizzling on my plate when they served it to me.  Yum.  If it wasn’t horribly expensive, I’d eat there all of the time.

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