This is a stretch for Madness Monday.  No, he wasn’t crazy, but he was drunk and acting crazy.

I found this in the Omaha World Herald, dated March 3, 1907.

Solomon Madison Hattery was my great-great grandmother’s brother.  He seemed to live a pretty rough life.


Solomon M. Hattery. Demented or Drunk.  Gets in Way of Illinois Central

Solomon M. Hattery, of 1737 South Seventh street was struck by an Illinois Central passenger going east at 6:30 o’clock last evening.  He stood on Broadway between Sixteenth and Seventeenth and the engineer was right upon him before he was noticed.  Shrill alarm from the whistle had no effect for it struck him and knocked him some distance to one side.  The train was stopped the man picked up and he was conveyed to the depot and from there taken in the ambulance to the new hospital.  There a careful examination disclosed no broken bones and the man was decided to be very much under the influence of liquor.

Hattery was picked up demented last summer and taken to the hospital.  It is said that his wife has left him with the intention of procuring a divorce and that this fact is believed to be responsible in a measure for the condition in which he was found last evening.

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This is another Genealogy Bank find.

Theodore F. Sanchez was my great-grandfather. I never met him, because he died before I was born.

The obituary is from the Seattle Times, dated 30 March 1962.

Theodore F. Sanchez

Funeral Services for Theodore F. Sanchez, 89, a retired barber who died in a hospital Wednesday, will be at 1 o’clock tomorrow at the Washington Memorial Funeral Home.  Burial will be in Washington Memorial Park.

Born in Ottumwa, Iowa, Mr. Sanchez came to Seattle 35 years ago.  He resided at 6518 40th Av. S. W.  He formerly was a member of the Odd Fellows Lodge.

Survivors are six daughters, Mrs. James Keene, Mrs. Leonarda Radovich and Mrs. Dwayne Runte, all of Seattle; Peggy Sanchez, St. Paul; Mrs. Clarence C. Hansen, Minneapolis, and Mrs. Arthur Loraas, Wayzata, Minn.; two sons, Theodore F., Jr. South San Francisco, and Donald Sanchez, Lynnwood; a sister, Mrs. Nanny Morgan, Ottumwa, 19 grandchildren and 14 great-grandchildren.

This death notice was further down on the same page:

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One of the interesting articles I found with my new membership, was this article on my husband’s great-grandfather, Nicholas Van Cossaboon.  He was a Methodist Minister and apparently had allegations of misconduct brought against him.  They seem to be unfounded though and the investigation was dropped. I’m sure that he wasn’t thrilled that this was in the paper. This was published in the Bridgeton Evening News, on July 10, 1909.


Declares That He Did Not Kiss Her or Act in Improper Manner.


Stewards Sustain Pastor Cossaboon, Asserts District Superintendent N.J. Wright.

The following dispatch, under a Bridgeton date line, appeared in the Philadelphia Ledger this morning.

BRIDGETON, July 9 – Allegations of unbecoming conduct made by Mrs. Elmira Scull, wife of a farmer, against the Rev. Nicholas V. Cossaboon, pastor of the Methodist Episcopal Churches of Dennisville and South Dennis, are not likely to be subject of further investigation by the church authorities.

On three separate occasions, Mrs. Scull declares Mr. Cossaboon made proposals to her which caused her to request him to leave her home.

The Rev. N.J. Wright, superintendent of Bridgeton District of the Methodist Episcopal Church, said last night that the matter had not been brought to his attention officially and he did not expect that it would.

“Unless the affair assumes a more serious phase,” declared Mr. Wright, “I will take no action.  I understand that the Boards of Stewards have paid no attention to the woman’s assertions, deeming them without foundation.  No charges have been made and the stewards attach no significance to Mrs. Scull’s statements.  The stewards will stand by the pastor.”

Stewards of the two churches were to have held a joint meeting last night in Dennisville, at which it was expected accuser and accused would meet face to face.  The three church officers from South Dennis did not attend.  Their brethren informed Mr. Cossaboon that they would take no action, at least for the present.

At this moment, Mrs. Scull stepped up and grabbing the pastor by the coatsleeve exclaimed: “Mr. Cossaboon, I hear you deny that you misbehaved at my house?”

“I do, ” replied the minister.

“You deny that you insulted me?”


“You deny that you kissed me?”

“I do”

“Well, you may deny it before these gentlemen, ” said the woman, “but you cannot deny it to your Maker.”

Mr. Scull, who stood by his wife, said after her colloquy with the preacher:

“He called at my house the first time, the Friday after Decoration Day.  He said something then that my wife resented and twice after that he visited her and said things he shouldn’t say.  If I could have met him alone when she told me about it, I would have trounced him.”

Mr. Cossaboon after the meeting said “Nobody who knows me believes these charges.  I cannot understand why this woman should so malign me.  I have made several pastoral calls upon her, but only in the interests of her family and the church.

“Some time ago I made a remark about the number of children she had, and I understand she and her husband take offense at it.  I think it made them have a grudge against me, and I believe that my work for the Law and Order League has inspired animosity against me by individuals who are eager to circulate any evil report about me.”

Mrs. Scull is 34 years old and the mother of six children, the eldest whom is 13.  Mr. Cossaboon’s accuser is not a member of either of his churches.  He has been in charge of the two congregations two years.  Mrs. Cossaboon is outspoken in her belief of her husband’s innocence.

Dennisville is in Cape May County, on the Reading’s line to Cape May.

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Week 2: Winter.  What was winter like where and when you grew up? Describe not only the climate, but how the season influenced your activities, food choices, etc.

I grew up on a small island in the Puget Sound.  The climate there is fairly mild and the winters weren’t usually snow-covered.  They were cold and the roads were icy, but we normally didn’t get the benefit of snow to play in.

So, when it did snow, we took full advantage of it.  School was cancelled.  We stayed at home and played.

I remember one year in particular (Feb 1990) where we must have gotten at least a foot.  The roads were impassable and we walked a couple of miles down to a neighbor’s house and had some snowball fights.

I think that it was that same snowstorm that my siblings and I decided to build a snow fort on the patio.  We used a large bucket, filled it with snow and then poured water in it.  We’d then let it sit for a bit and then flip it over to form an ice block.  We thought that we were going to build an entire igloo, but in the end we didn’t make it that far.  We did get a couple of buckets high though and we still thought it was pretty cool.  The patio ended up being completely iced over from all of our water pouring.  We went ice skating – minus the skates.

My little sister – being a goofball like always. 🙂

Whenever we got snow, we would head up the hill past our home.  It was a slow, steady climb to the top, but on the other side it was much steeper.  This is where we went innertubing.  We’d just hop on and hope we didn’t hit a tree. 🙂

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I have been contemplating a Genealogy Bank membership for quite some time.  I couldn’t decide if it was worth the money or not.  I have an Ancestry membership and had a Footnote one for a while.  Did I really need another one?

I took the plunge last night, signing up for a year-long membership.  And I’m so glad that I did.

I immediately started typing in names, seeing what would come up.  I found obituaries for a few of my great-grandparents, and while I didn’t necessarily learn any new information, they were nice to have.

I found some great pictures of my Great Aunt and Uncle, dressed in their Swedish folk dancing outfits.

But the greatest find of all was an article I found about my aunt and uncles.  It is hilarious.  I will abbreviate their names since they are living and I don’t want to completely embarrass them by making their exploits googlable. 🙂

The article was titled “Trouble Factory: Mother’s Day Hectic” from the Seattle Times in Feb 1961:

If there is anyone around wanting to borrow trouble, Mr. and Mrs. D. S. , Lynwood have a productive trouble factory from which they will be happy to make a quick loan, without collateral or interest.

But no returns, please.

In the family home at 50818 59th Place W. today, Mrs. S sighed the weary sigh of a despairing mother.

Their son, A, 3, was in Ballard General Hospital recovering from effects of an unauthorized medicine-sampling yesterday afternoon.

A was hustled off to the family doctor, along with his daughter, P, 6 months old, upon whom A also had “practiced” medicine.

That occurred whiled Mrs. S was preoccupied with still another problem, her missing 5-year old son, T,  who Mrs. S  learned at 4:30 o’clock was not where she thought he was and had not been seen since noon.

“T came home from kindergarten about 11 o’clock and later went up to a neighbor boy’s home to play.” Mrs. S said. “I thought everything was fine until the boy’s brother came looking for him here.”

“The neighbors started hunting and I called police. Then I called my husband at work. I had to stay with the baby. She has asthma and I’ve had her in the hospital five times since last November.

“Finally, the police found T about 5:30 playing at another neighbor’s home.  When I went to the bedroom, I found Patricia with pink asthma medicine smeared all over her face.”

“A was acting strangely quiet; so I called the doctor.  He said to hurry right over with both of them. The medicine has some sort of drug in it and the doctor said A had swallowed a big enough does for three boys four times his size.  He ordered him to a hospital.”

What other trouble?

Mrs. S sighed again.

“My other son, S – he is 6, got scarlet fever on Christmas,” she said. “On New Year’s Day he fell out of his top bunk  and broke his shoulder”

The article also included 2 pictures with it – one of my Uncle A with his nurse.  The other was my Aunt P, being held by my (step)-grandma and had the caption: Mrs. D S, Lynwood, held her daughter P, 6 months old, who was fed a dose of medicine yesterday by her brother, A, 3, while Mrs. S was looking for another son.

I of course immediately sent the article to my aunt and uncles and was surprised to hear that not only had none of them seen the article, but they had never even know that it had happened!  We all got a good laugh out of it. 🙂

This is the type of article I was hoping to find. An interesting family story was unearthed. I can’t wait to see what else I might find!

I do have one question though.  Does anyone know if you change a PDF into a JPEG?  That is my only gripe – the images are downloaded as PDFs, which means I can’t easily share them with you here.  The only thing I could figure to do was take a screenshot of the PDF, save it as a JPEG and then crop it where I wanted it.  Is that my only option?

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